#sincerely
My dearest love, my heart's true north,
For words unspoken, a silent forth,
My clumsy tongue, my failing grace,
I beg forgiveness, find your space.
My love for you, a boundless sea,
Yet in my speech, I fail to be,
The poet's voice, the words so true,
To paint the love I hold for you.
Forgive the stumbles, the missed beat,
The clumsy phrases, incomplete,
My heart's intent, it shines so bright,
A love unwavering, pure delight.
I'll strive to speak, with clearer tone,
The depth of feeling, all my own,
Until then, know my love's sincere,
And wipe away each falling tear.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
Cry me a river
I'll paddle to you,
Enough of wasting tears,
Don’t you see that I'm here for you?
Please smile,
Seeing your smile already made my day,
Your giggle is a lullaby to my ears,
like I'm living a dream,
But with you in it,
The word love, frozen in my mouth,
I can only kept it inside,
Can you make my life better?
I can wait,
Maybe a thousand years or more,
Touch my heart,
You'll feel the warmth,
as the last flame of mine,
exist for you,
Let me remain in your heart,
So we can connect as one,
we shall rejoice under brilliant night,
dance with million stars,
where you shine the brightest,
As you always do.
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 3:08 AM UTC
Judge me
By the color of
The soul
You will find
Your color
Is my color
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 6:35 AM UTC
dear lover,
I promise I will stop bringing up his name
over late-night calls, 
cups of bitter coffee,
and my lonely bed.
I will give you my love
like it is your first glass of water,
your dry, thirsty eyes allow me
to believe in second chances.
I will never trap you,
pin you down like butterflies in the frame,
for my broken wings know the feeling
of watching your love say goodbye
behind a piece of glass.
I promise we will make love
without an expiration date tattooed
on our inner thighs.
I will hold you, despite wondering
if this is the last time your hands
will touch mine.
I promise I will wear your heart on my sleeve
like a new coat,
putting the scratchy, hand-me-down fabric 
back in the closet.
I’m sorry if he still makes me cry.
his name still sounds like guns falling
onto the oak tree roots outside of your window.
I will grow from this.
I’m still waiting for those shots to stop ringing in my ears
when you tell me you love me.
I was just dragged out of a cold war,
my blood is now too warm to clean up
the battlefield he has made of me.
dear lover,
I promise one day my wounds will heal,
that the only scars you will need to love
are my stretch marks.
I’m glad you understand
that empty promises are Band-Aids over bones,
they will never heal me.
thank you for holding me as I bleed and cry,
and thank you for letting me speak of him
one last time.
sincerely,
-me
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
I thought I knew you
Now you are nothing but my perception
Did you really mean what you said to me last night?
I used to be able to see it in your eyes,
I can't anymore
I thought maybe I knew you again for a second,
but I don't know you
I never knew you
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
It all began, with magic
Let me guide you, home
In case, you forget
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 7:29 AM UTC
Dear people-who-think-global-warming-is-not-a-thing,
You have eyes, right?
You're just not using them?
Because I can open your eyes,
but I can't give you new ones.
But either way, you have ears
so listen up
because I'm going to tell you
why you're wrong.
For one,
this is a scientific issue,
not a political one.
It's not something
that can be debated.
Fact
not
Fiction
Now that's out of the way,
here's the numbers:
Throughout the entire human history,
carbon dioxide levels have
NEVER
been above 300 p.p.m.
(parts per million)
What to know where it's at now?
400 p.p.m.
On the scale of things...
Let's just say we're *******
That's not enough for you?
I'm just getting started.
Sea levels around our lovely planet
have risen 8 inches
In the last hundred years.
Know what else?
NASA says that,
"The rate of the last two decades, however, is nearly double that of the last century."
Also,
You know Stephan Hawking?
The really smart guy?
Yeah, he says you're wrong,
so...
So this is me
begging you
to open your BEAUTIFUL eyes
(I thought maybe flattery would help)
to this disastrous situation.
It's not my imagination,
It's the end of our civilization.
Sincerely, The Environmentalists
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Wish of a long ago,
With all conscious realm
Beyond the body
In profound silence
Sat by the highway
Connected with a glorious sun
With a mirage of fleeting joy
Self Programming journey
Sensing with all senses
Sharing life, ideas and dreams
A very breath of life
Footprint in a shore
Dance to the sound
People around, all defining happiness
Time of lasting memories
Everywhere and everything
Sincerely yours,
Peace of mind.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
I love you for the beautiful and complete young human being you are.
You value your blood relations.
You work for a stable future.
You are truthful towards me.
You never kept me under a false impression that you love me too just like I love you.
Though I am probably not going to meet you ever, let alone marrying you, but I do feel for you.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
To Whom It May Concern:
I have been an artist since birth
but clearly not genetically.
My mother was a dentist’s apprentice,
while I was in the womb.
My father was a quirky astrophysicist
and still amidst the devils,
he is yet to find himself.
I on the other hand make sandwiches.
I make sandwiches,
I take photos,
and I write the things that I sense
or that I think I know.
Very simple.
I have never been one to understand the American dream, but I do respect my need for it.
I knew the idealistic trend of the Internet very well,
as I was raised in Silicon Valley,
but the phrase “From rags to riches”
never really penetrated my questioning soul.
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Instead,
I found that the world was my oyster
and I gregariously lived my life in the pursuit
of one-dollar oysters.
I have watched the seasons change.
I have known the plight of love
and I’m even wise enough
to lead my heart by it.
Elisa would tell you.
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I have gawked at knobby shadows
falling on a wall traced out by a winter tree
and then been entranced by the odds
that I might be the one
who sought out that beauty
having been there to see it too.
But more so,
I have seen births.
I have seen the vibrancy from which life unfolds.
And I have seen the clenches of deaths fingers
wrap around the neck
of my most honored and beloved people.
I’ve seen beautiful cities fall prey to oversaturation,
I’ve watched the crashing waves
of the Pacific Ocean **** in pollution,
I’ve seen fires blaze through
the mountain sides of Santa Barbara,
and I’ve watched the shoals bats that fly
at the twilight summons from underneath bowels
of South Congress Bridge,
which is never bad.
I’ve made friends,
and I have made enemies
both of which I love.
I have been sick
then been healthy
and respect the values of their lessons.
Some of the other things I’ve seen
I’ll admit are unimportant.
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But I still watch the trickling patterns of rainfall
and ponder at their stories.
I still squint at the gleam of the ocean
and beg it to tell me its origins.
I will always gaze at the sky
and I ask for a gust that might make the hairs
of my arm tingle with delight,
or nostalgic sorrow,
or anything at all.
I’ve questioned everything but what my mother told me.
Not until I turned eighteen, did I start that.
I’ve built batteries out of vinegar, aspirin, pennies
and copper wire.
I charge the insight of my peers
by poking and prodding.
I can braid hair,
I can hop scotch,
I can play the juice harp.
I fight for the underdog.
I fight for the tormented.
I speak for the scolded,
the hated,
the sad,
the abused,
the forgotten,
the forsaken,
the foolish,
the sinning,
the begging,
the beaten,
the overworked,
the shy,
the lost,
the hungry,
the bilious,
the old,
the gruesome
and the dead.
I feast on alcohol
where there is no other sustenance.
The rhythm of chagrin bounces in my chest,
as a drum would beat
in a symphony of regret.
But I strive on
as if it was a sacrifice to the holy aliens
that made the Maya sacrifice too.
This is my blood.
It gushes from my blue veins
as I apperceive the meaning of that throbbing pulse.
I know the consequence
of the truth behind our movement.
A world founded on humanity,
imperfect and failing at all.
Life in this universe must be special.
It’s the stardust in our physical,
human elements that makes this magic true.
We ooze with the likeness of nothing else.
Our ancestors welled up with stardust
and DNA from somewhere else.
Our sweat, made up of passing galaxies,
dripping tears of organic thought
into the trickling river of time.
That alone must be something
to capture an imagination.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 2:26 AM UTC
Have we as humans already forgotten,
That the world is but a stage?
And if it were to crumble down
The people, it would enrage
Yet we wreck the homes of others
Countries, and our brothers
But what about the ones next door?
Or right in our backyards
The birds the trees
The bugs the bees
As they may
We make a way
But lives we still invade
For every tree
One, or three
Save them, I implore
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
Dear God,
I miss you.
Is that weird?
Sincerely,
You're Forgotten Lamb
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Dear exams,
I'm sorry to say, but I've lost all interest in you. I don't see why I didn't
lose interest in you sooner to be completely honest. I use to love learning
new things and cramming useless information into my cranium, but I must
say that forcing myself to study to pass your standards is just not who I am.There's no need to throw a question I cannot answer in my face whenever you're upset. Nor do I have to explain myself to you for that matter. Has anyone told you you ask a lot of questions?
I must admit that I am not perfect, but neither are you. You are filled
with errors and flaws that I must say are simple mistakes. I will always
remember you, but I don't think my memory of you will be a fond one...
I am grateful for all the support you've given me especially with my
grades, but I will admit that understanding you was difficult. I remember
hopelessly thinking about you all night after seeing you. I felt terrible
because I literally had no idea how to go about answering your fifty
questions. Even though you gave me choices it was still a difficult decision
to make. I went home that night disappointed thinking that I had messed
up my only chance with you.
But now you're back, but I admit I am definitely not excited about it.
And I will see you again today, which like I said I am not excited about. I
guess that all we can ever be now is acquaintances. A student to exam
relationship that definitely bares no love what so ever. I cannot wait to be
done with you. As they say, there are a million exams in the library...
And they should all be thrown away.
P.S: The paper shredder was looking for you.
Sincerely,
The unhappy student
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
What is poetry ?
I am defeated please!
Kindly answer me
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
I think I’ve had enough
Enough of your lies
Your half-baked promises
Pronounced with emotions and deep sighs
Moving on seems less painful
Than watching you dance
Flying with that other girl
On cloud nine, again and once
Here’s a promise from me
An unbreakable vow
I’m blinking you into oblivion
You’re dust to me now
I’m losing all hope for us
I’m stabbing my love for you
And because I’m a polite lady -
Sincerely baby, **** you.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
Dear You,
I've spent a lot of different days and a lot of different nights feeling so many different things about you. There were lots of good things because when you were good, you were wonderful. However, when you were bad, it was traumatizing. It was not my skin that you bruised, it was my heart.
At first, I thought it was unfair that you decided to disappear for three days, leaving me worried and upset, or that when you came back, you left me for reasons that I soon learned were lies when you had a new girl two days later. I thought it was unfair when you stood me up the first time. But when I was sitting by myself in a booth at 12:30 p.m on a Tuesday afternoon because you decided to stand me up for the second time, when I was letting you in to my heart again, that was truly the most unfair moment of my entire life.
The hardest part of everything that happened is that I feel like I lost someone. We were not like this in the beginning...you were not like this. You changed into someone who I could no longer recognize and the truth is that you were probably always the same person just putting on a show for me, telling me all the right things, kissing me all the right ways and making me feel all the right feelings. I stopped being angry at you and I just started missing the boy I thought you were when I first met you at that party, when you put your arm around me and I felt special. You have to be quite the horrible person to treat me how you treated me and I don't understand why I deserved it. Well, I didn't and I hope that one day, you'll wake up or sip your french vanilla coffee or put on your shoes and suddenly realize that I didn't deserve what you did. I hope at in this moment you'll miss me. All I ever did was fall for you which I didn't know was such a crime.
I feel like a fool for giving you more chances than you deserved and it stings remembering how you just threw them away. You purposely set out to hurt me, maybe not in the beginning, but by the end it was intentional. It ***** being on both ends of your tricks, being the girl you ditched for another and being the girl that you ditched someone else for. I never knew what you were doing until it all unraveled in front of me.
Just so you know, you may have broken my heart and shattered my trust and every time I have plans with someone I'm going to be afraid that they are not going to show up but I'm still going to go. You didn't shatter who I am as a person and I'm not going to let you destroy my hope that someone else will treat me better than you did. Someone once told me that if I don't want to get hurt then I need to put a wall up and be cold to people trying to break it down but I don't believe them anymore. I want to wear my heart on my sleeve and I want to give people chances and second chances and hell, third chances even, because in the end, if I loved, that's all that matters and sometimes that's all you can do. You can't make someone love you. I can make you into poetry, but I cannot make you love me. I cannot make you come back and I don't want to anymore, anyway. I'm letting you go, not for you, for me, because I get it, you don't want me in your life, I just need to stop hoping that one day you will. I'm leaving you behind and I'm not ever coming back. You don't deserve it. You didn't deserve my hand, or my lips, or my heart and you especially didn't deserve all my tears because I shouldn't be crying over someone like you.
Just like you did, I took a small piece of your heart as well and it's always going to be there. You're always going to be a part of me. You're always going to be a little piece of who I am tomorrow. It sounds cliche but you taught me a lot and I'm always going to carry those lessons with me. Your intentions might have been to break me down until there was nothing left but no one can break my happiness and no one, not even you, especially not you, can break my love.
Goodbye.
Sincerely,
Me
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC