never lose heart poet

do not count your likes as success

its the amount of those who refused, to give you some love

whom your poetry really made a change a heart with

all sisters and brothers
to meet, yes to meet!

in the depth of unhurried
eternity!.

see you there!

In a
moment
of quiet,
through the
busyness buzz,
a soothing thought
                    s
               e
          s
     i
r
to my consciousness,
and
consoles my heart:

*"I'm going to be okay."

There are many types of love

First, there's the love that just is
And has always been
Reserved exclusively for family
Whether blood or friends.

Then, there's the love that extinguishes
Just as fast as it is lit
However long a laugh lasts,
A smile, a look.

And there's the love that burns
The love that makes colors brighter
That makes life happier
And pain a thousand times more intense.

There's many types of love
And all I hope
Is to die
Having experienced
Every single one of them.

My heart
crackles
with an indecipherable
something
which gives it
shape,
yet seems to simultaneously,
parasitically
siphon
all
joy
and
will
from within it.

Maybe it's just
my heart
masquerading,
pretending substance
to cover up the overwhelming
nothing.

After all, nature abhors a vacuum.