My heart feels like
it's about to shut down
from all the truths
that only I know

People view me
as kind
selfless
heartfelt
with empathy

Yet once they witness
my darker side
this inner demon
that is always
a few steps behind me

Once they see
the ashes and smeared blood
tainted within my mind and heart

I am once again alone
alone to pick up the pieces 
of a love that never was

MY favorite word Today!
○°•SERENDIPITY
Treasure of a word
From the story I read
Like the sight of a crashing wave on the edge of the deep blue see
Serendipity's similarity to waves crashing as we break from Our comfort zones
They lead us to insights to call our own
Horace Mann, Walpole came up with this terminology
When he came across treasure of unexpected discovery
A lost painting of Bianca Cappello
By: Giogio Vasari
A Persian fairy tale
The Princes of Serendip
A Tale like the word
A treasure,
°•I do insist!
SERENDIPITY ○°•

Flanders Fields,
Where dead men lie,
And mothers mourn,
And children cry.

Flanders Fields,
Where living men sigh,
Reading mates' names,
Their friend, an ally.

Flanders Fields,
Where land is dry,
In mid-summer,
Of early July.

Flanders Fields,
Where children spry,
Asking themselves,
They were gone, why?

Flanders Fields,
Where dead men lie,
And mothers mourn,
And children cry.

i miss writing
the emotions i’ve bottled in.

i guess
when you
frequently pour them out,
nothing’s left for you to spare.

I can't top Simonides
I won't even try
But, blue and stars
Are always on my mind
If I could lie
Upon
A bed of soft, wet grass
And dream, and think of what is to come next,
I would do this every night
From the pale setting of the sun
To the soft moon's rise
Life would be easy
And I'd quit thinking
Of my sorrowful, possible demise.