In English we say:
I love you
In poetry we say:
My heart chose yours

I run from myself every chance that I get
42 and still I don't know who I truly am yet

Feeling lonely though not technically alone
Afraid of now, afraid of then, afraid of what I know and all the unknown

Who am I to be someone standing right here?
A complicated life makes the entirety of life so unclear

What's done is done, besides, I'd only mess up a reset
What I have done and what I haven't both turn to regret

©2025

She’s Chaos..
taking shape into something..
Harmless.
Not the kind that shatters but
the kind that births galaxies..

Raw and Unpolished,
Like coal before diamond
Like earth before life

Crafted uncounted
Created carefree
Unmeasured, uncalculated
.. like the sand at sea

Wild, uneven,
devoid of symmetry,
But there’s something in those eyes
that tells a story..
how she was founded from grief..
from doubts..
from shame..
from confusion..
from love..
     And hope..
That even such a broken piece
Is worthy of reverence..
worthy of space..
and
worthy of love.

As she wear her scars like armor
She flaunts her flaws like truth.
She finally laid down
The burden of expectations
that she was never meant to carry
The sweet sweet child of anarchy
Finally learned that she
Is everything she has to be.

Many say they are searching,
For their soul mate, this time,
A soul mate, would be a soul,
Inside another person, that knew,
The one in you, during a past life,
Not the picture, in your mind.
You would have to break barriers,
Race, age, looks, wealth…
You would know, as soon as you met,
True happiness, total trust, respect, love,
They would, accept you the same, no binds.


The original : Tom Maxwell© 10/03/2021 AD 3:15 am

Notting Hill
I might go chill there,
float like a butterfly
underneath a blue sky
alternatively
I might power up and
go to Battersea

oh yeah
it's all to play for when the day
stretches out in front of you
and there's a million and one things
that you could do.

those were two of them.