Some days I do believe she had a halo
But best friends are harder to come by, ya know?
She was my ride or die
My safe place when I needed to hide
A lock box of secrets for me to confide
A hand to hold and a shoulder to cry.
But she stays loyal to who she's around the most
Weekend plans change now that summer is here
And I'm moving out of state.
But I won't forget last winter,
When we got to live,
I always got to see her smile and her halo would glow and it would make flowers bloom in the deepest parts of my stomach, she knew how to make you feel like the freshest spring air.
I'll try to get through summer without her.

Do you ever stop to feel the weight,

Of the shadows you cast, the lives you take?

A kingdom built on muffled cries of anguish,

Where trust dissolves, and hope will vanish.

Each stone cemented by love in vain,

A throne of thorns where you stake your claim.

You painted yourself as my guiding light,

A savior who turned my wrongs to right.

With words like honey, you first drew me near,

Promising safety, erasing fear.

But behind the mask, your motives lay,

To take, to drain, to lead astray.

Initially, you showered me with gifts and praise,

A dazzling sun in my darkest days.

With every touch, every glance, you cast a spell,

A tale of love you wove so well.

But beneath the surface, cracks would show,

A fragile facade, a dangerous glow.

Your charm was a weapon, your kindness a snare,

A puppet master feigning care.

You mirrored my dreams, reflected my soul,

Only to shatter it, and take control.

The warnings were whispers I chose to ignore,

Lost in the rush of your grand encore.

You fed me visions of perfect bliss,

Each promise sealed with a fleeting kiss.

Yet shadows lingered in your embrace,

Hints of the darkness I couldn't face.

Your love was a storm dressed as the sky,

A whirlwind of sweetness, a hidden lie.

Now I see through the glittering haze,

The way you trapped me in your maze.

Only three months in, your mask began to slip,

Your words grew sharp, your kindness flipped.

Disrespect for women laced your tone,

A twisted king on a fractured throne.

You spoke of love but mocked my name,

Fueling the fire, stoking the flame.

You spewed gaslighted truths, I questioned my mind;

I was lost in a labyrinth you’d designed.

Every tear was met with disdain,

A cycle of cruelty, a haunting refrain.

Your jokes were daggers cloaked in jest,

Cutting deep where I tried my best.

The gaslight burned, distorting the night,

Leaving me desperate to prove I was right.

I saw the cracks, but you spun the blame,

Turning my fears into a cruel game.

"You're too sensitive," you'd always declare,

As if my pain was yours to compare.

In three short months, the facade fell apart,

Revealing the void where you kept your heart.

I gathered my strength, and decided to break free,

Convinced I deserved more than your cruelty.

I packed up my heart, my shattered resolve,

Thinking this time, the problem’s solved.

But you'd follow with guilt, a masterful art,

Your tears a weapon to pull me apart.

“I need you,” you’d whisper, “I’ll change, you’ll see,”

And again, you knew I’d believe in the fantasy.

The cycle repeated, a toxic refrain,

Hope resurrected, then shattered again.

Though I slipped away, no longer in chains,

You still acted as if I wore your name.

You played my empathy like a violin,

Twisting my kindness to let you back in.

Each time I ran, you’d pull me back tight,

A push and pull, a never-ending fight.

I knew I deserved a love that was pure,

But your deception made my heart unsure.

I truly longed for relief and release,

But your guilt held me captive, stealing my peace.

I lived in your shadow, tethered by lies,

Lost in the storm you brought to my skies.

You bled me dry of my joy and my light,

Draining the self-love that gave me my fight.

I cared for you, and I loved you still,

But never in the way that real love fulfills.

It wasn’t passion, nor hearts set ablaze,

But hope in the man behind your charade.

You never loved me; your heart was a guise,

A tool to secure what your ego prized.

All you wanted was a son to bear,

Your hollow name, your family’s heir.

Your love was a cage, your plans a snare,

A selfish pursuit, devoid of care.

So delusional: You thought I’d marry you and give in to your game;

You thought I'd sacrifice myself to bolster your name.

You saw me as nothing but a willing womb,

A vessel to carry your family’s bloom.

But I was never a pawn in your selfish desire,

I was never a spark to feed your dwindling fire.

You never even cared who, just needed the deed,

A son to fulfill your inherited greed.

How foolish you were to think I’d comply,

To live for your goals, to let myself die.

You underestimated the strength I wield,

A heart unbroken, a soul unconcealed.

Your intellect faltered, your brilliance a fraud,

Revealing a coward, unworthy of laud.

You’ll never trap me; I’ve severed the ties,

Exposing the truth beneath all your lies.

Even without love or a title, you thought I was yours,

Claiming my life, locking all of the doors.

You fancied yourself a god of my fate,

Blind to the strength that would seal your state.

Your narcissism spun its tangled thread,

A throne of delusion inside your head.

But I was never yours; I broke your snare,

A hollow man, left grasping at air.

In those last six months, the truth was clear,

I saw your games and escaped your sphere.

I loved myself more with each step away,

Reclaiming the light you stole each day.

Your name, your touch, no longer define,

The woman I am, this strength is mine.

You sought to trap me, to make me your own,

But I rise unbroken, no longer alone.

I left you behind before the new year began,

To leave you in the past was my final plan.

Now 2025 blooms with self-love and grace,

A future of true love, I’m finally ready to embrace.

Often, I feel that I live between the moments in which I hear the sound of gravel and grit beneath my shoes.
Or the stirring silent feeling of moist earth beneath the soles of my soul.

All my thoughts in their garments -- they clamor for attention.
They clatter and cluster and craze the inner cupboards of my head.

But the trees and the wind --
  if I stop for but a moment and wipe away the wimperings...
            I hear sweet and solemn
            the secrets of the world.
          Most remain chaste in their mysteries;
          they bear no qualm, yet not a reason
          to speak to someone as present and passing,
                                             so here and not yet there,
                             someone...so like me.

How is it that two people could dash at each other and just as quickly veer apart
like a pair of magnets, reversed upon contact?

I'd say that the feeling is unique, but it has been tried on by so many others.
The piece that has threatened to puzzle me is: how long must I wear this garment?
Will it suffocate me till it tatters to rags, and I too am ragged and old?
Or will I only wear it for special occasions --
like a painter putting on old clothes?
If I could wear you again,
would it come back fresh?
The knowledge and realization that life -- this formulated life that we are programmed to live is but a dream.
Would I stop with you again?

I am on a fast-moving train and I can't get off.  If I did, my life -- as I have planned it out -- would fall to pieces.  But would a new path unveil itself?  A road strewn with garbage and nights slept in uncertainty, yes.
But perhaps an alternate life that I secretly want but am too afraid to accept.

But no, this will never happen.
Sometimes if you stay in one place too long, disgust begins to bloom like mold.

I  walk  slowly  down  the  winding  path
of  my  lovely  summer  garden.

I  admire  the  blushing  roses
kissed  by  the  overnight  rain.

The  air  is  warmed
by  the  bright-faced  sun.

Many  bright  fragrant  blossoms
bloom  beneath  the  orchard  wall.

The  sun  flickers  through  the  fruit  trees
making  pretty  patterns  on  the  mown  grass.

I  then  sit  quietly
where  the  sun  burns  you  a  deep  brown.

Yes,  summer  is  wonderful
but  alas  it's  soon  gone.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

The year was so long ago
far too long to remember.
I can feel the breath of forever
on the nape of my neck.
Still in silence between then and now
you materialize again.
I never believed in love then.
I was too young
dreaming in forever's.
then I saw you at the opera house
the sounds of your voice invading my heart.
Each single note cutting me like a knife.
I waited outside your stage door,
in the pouring night rain
wet to the soul.
waiting until you came out.
you noticed me
under the bloom of the gaslight.
you saw my need my want.
And touched my cheek softly.
Why are you here in the cold wet you asked.
I had to see you I whispered.
You took me in the Hanson cab with you.
The horse clip clopped on the cobblestones.
We arrived at your flat in London
And you led me to the bathroom
ran a hot tub for me.
And then placed me in it.
Have you eaten you whispered
you look so thin.
I do not know Miss I answered
you dried me in your towels
and fed me .
why do you wait every night
after my show she asked .
because I love you
I looked into her beautiful eyes.
So many men have said that she said.
I look t the ground
She needed warmth
and held me to her breast.
You are so young
so young she sighed.
Softly we made love
She was quiet
tears in her beautiful eyes.
Its your tenderness
where did it come from.
From my heart I whispered.

A year later

The royal command performance
was a success she was magnificent
She held my hand tightly in hers.
You were beautiful my Love I said.
I love you so much Milady.
We must not stay late she said.
In a voice that leaked
promises into my heart
Our baby is waiting
for us to tuck her in.

Quiet now, my pretty darling.
You served until the end,
There was nothing more that you could do
And there’s nothing more that I can mend,
But I’d gladly cut my hands
Upon those jagged shards
I’ll help collect that heart of ice
And thaw it to that brittle core.
And here we’ll plant the seed, my love,
And one day,
Perhaps not soon,
Some violent bloom will burst forth,
And sow that hurt on the wind.
It will drift to some far off scape,
While we drink and dream,
And I’ll kiss your neck
So soft and sweet
And whisper all my darkest secrets,
And stain your lips violet,
With the passion of my kisses.
Let me bruise you, pretty girl,
And sing your corpse to sleep.

my mother's tongue says i write too many untitled poems

i am not bloodthirsty like it.
i wish not to **** my creations before they bloom in the mind of any who come upon them.

wish i was like the rain showers in April  so I can be all the water you need to watch you bloom into a beautiful flower . I want to the be the bee that gives you the nectar so you can grow from a bud to the most beautiful rose in the garden. or be the soil to the seed to watch you form into the biggest tree in the forest .
but sadly I am nothing but a flood you will drown within me . a beetle which is no good to your bud causing it to decay & mud so you can fully grow .

I am terrified of the beautiful
lush roses that bloom by my
doorstep.

I am terrified of the shade of
green the grass turns at
twilight.

I am terrified by shades of the
sunrise and the meaning of a
sunset.

I am terrified by the laugh of a
child and the love of it's mother.

I am terrified of hearing the
most beautiful song and
knowing the feeling it holds.

I am terrified of you.


-a.b.

I’m consumed with the thought of the future.
It’s eating me up inside like a poison.
A poison i consume.
Like a flower that can’t bloom.

Where has my sunshine been?
Its like I’m trying,
But i just can’t swim.

Im drowning in the thought of what was,
what will, and can be.
The me i once knew has left me stranded.

I know i am stronger than this.
The demons fighting against my inner being
i must try to resist.

Numb is what i want to feel.
Because i forgot what its like
to be real.


moving forward, making the change.
the priorities i carry
i must rearrange.

I know happiness is out there.
I seek it with every deep prayer.
The love and devotion i seek
is somewhere out there.

A wilting rose is slowly regaining it's strength after years with out sun or rain...

And finally it's leaves reveal their greenness of hope. It's Mistress beauty remains

For once it speaks out from it's slowly blooming petal's within. Weak and soft, sick of being haunted

I can't see myself to be something that is beautiful or worth loving or wanted...

A small grain of grass speaks into it's almost lifeless soul, waving in the wind to catch the beauty's attention.

Why can't you? Look at me! I am simply green! With thousands of others who share the same attraction!

And here you are! The jewel that stands out alone! An easy target for the eye!

And what is it I hear? A selfish complain? Your Midnight core wakes up the dead inside!

Madam of Dark Matter! Your shades of shadows break out the harmony of dreams!

You inform the creatures of this world the realness of death and how it's not what it's seems

You contain an elegance that many have labeled as wrong. You have qualities that are beautiful and rare

Should you put to shame the gift the Lord has placed in you individually?  Stop being so scared!

The thorns of her small thick body grew in a hurtful rush, tears from  yesterdays rain returning

What if my thorns of protection become a burden, What if I were to become a bush, would they stress out because my arms are reaching?

The single small piece of grass dangle with the rest of it's family in the wind, it's eyes locked on beauty in distress

Look out into the distance and you will see a family of me. There are billions of us, we were created to bless!

Though there are so many, we are never a burden, for we are the carpet of nature's foot steps.

We guide new members of the ground and dirt, We build them up to lift them from the depths.

Be in praise you have thorns! For too many are foolish not to protect them selves from danger

Stand your ground and deepen your roots. Do now allow your blossom to desire to go back into the dirt as a stranger

Everything has a purpose... everything has a time... everything has worth when it is used for the creator of our universe... Follow his words! You won't be lead astray!

These words of hope can save and change and dire helpless bud. Sadly too many of natures treasure have too quickly withered away...

The Black Rose did Blossom and bloom and reached it's leave out to the heaven's. Through it's growth it produce more life.

It became protection to those who were too weak, It became a symbol of true love, and became the proof that faith is a guide

Not all stories end so happily and glorious... that's why WE must spread out the message of hope like plants spread their seeds!

Before... like the strand of grass, we surrender to the ground... for everything has it's time to fade... Death is a need

The closeness of loyalty will stick by you, like the roots of a rose, it will be with you until your final days, and last breath

Good Bye... My sweet dew grass friend... The God of Creation has used you and you have completed your task... please... welcome your death!

You will finally gain your reward... For you have been used to pull me out of my darkest stage in life... and I thank our Creator for his provision!

But now that your gone... I too shall be used to awaken others from their dream, and bring them out from their stage... of depression...and fear...and *SIN

Oh month of bloom,
I wander through the greenery
To gather myself,
I see honey and fragrance
From half opened budlings,
I could not be any more sick!
          My beloved grey Winter mistress
          Gone to the birds
          And their songs that wake
          Me from my depressed slumber!
A bird flies from tree to tree,
And no windshield is safe!
      I salute the thorns of every rose,
      I wrestle with the inevitable
     Approach of Spring poems,
     An avalanche of sweet seasoned
     Words falling from villainous
     Repetition, seasonal song of the
     Lofty new flowers,
     Oh my nemesis Spring!

Out of Place
Date Unknown

I once got swept up in a tornado and landed in a pretty place.
There were trees along the sidewalks and bike paths on the roads.
The people looked like flowers, all their petals in full bloom.
But once I got a closer look, the perfect hair and perfect teeth didn't look quite as pretty underneath.

Smirks and Sperries couldn't hide the scary scars
of people who put so much effort into hiding who they really are.
The world map wall decor marked with push pins of places traveled,
at first glance appeared like a fairy tale, but slowly became unraveled.
You see, these things were shallow.

My steps couldn't be traced, so instead I tried to recreate.
By the time winds subsided my thoughts had become divided.
Too late to second guess, take a chance, change my fate.
The decision had already been made.
When you land in a foreign space
sometimes its natural to feel out of place.

I indulged myself with a brew
                  Of sand and seashells
      And licked the salt off my hands
                  As I bathed in the cerulean blanket
                             The hollow abyss my only friend

For waves throw, the ripples bloom
            For the harbor sleeps
                            The towers gloom
      My cold haven black, brown, blue
                  The fluctuations in everlasting motion
                                      have endured

And the frigid hands seize my neck
                  And they form a rigid burble
         Turning over my back
                         My skin appeared purple
                                 And my lungs filled with air

                         Yet that frail air never
                                           tasted so sweet

I will be thinking of her…every Fourth of July.
The fireworks are no longer just for my eyes, no longer baubles just tossed in the sky!
Now I’ll hear the BOOM as they blossom apart, but what I’ll feel is Her bloom, deep in my heart.
The concussions will be her embrace, and the fireballs her crown.
And to her memory, in celebration of her life, I’ll gather my family around.
I will forgive, I will forget and I will remember to love unconditionally.
For Dahlia I’ll try!
I will be thinking of her…every Fourth of July.

A mourning dove above a tree
Sings the saddest elegy.
And far beyond the midnight sky
A burning star begins to die.

I lie now in bed
Off to the world beyond dreams
Joyous thoughts in my head
Though nothing is what it seems.

The souls underground
Play an ominous sound
While in a vacant room,
Red roses bloom.

All this time I was merely a bud
Thinking I was a flower
But now I look in the reflection
In the river, and I am in full bloom

Rise and fall

So is the motion of the seas,
So is the wind among the trees.

So is the breeze upon my back
So is the hope, for not I lack.

So is the snow that winter brings,
So is the water in earthly springs.

So is the leaf of autumn's call,
So is the grief of tears that fall.

So is the sun of early June,
So is the blush of fields in bloom.

So is the challenge of deep within,
So is the beauty in everything.

Two hearts met first time in the college
To begin an unhackneyed relationship
Together they had cup of coffee
Together they studied in library
The friendship grew into love one day
Together made many promises to keep
And vowed to live and die with each other
The pair was ecstatic in their relationship
Always craving for their good company
To make their relationship a unique one
Exquisite dreams that they weaved blissfully
Were full of exaltation and euphoria
Suddenly, dark clouds of misfortunes
Began to loom over their relationship
Who caught the sight of this holy love
Never they were able to know
They began to lose trust in each other
Forgot the promises they made in love
Now they were not seen while walking
Hand-in-hand at their rendezvous point
But the god had other plans for them
Suddenly one day the two met in hospital
Kidney of one partner had failed
Hearing this, second partner agreed
To donate his kidney to the other partner
And the life of the partner was saved
Sanctified relationship with its tenderness
Began to bloom and thrive in its full swing
In the end there were two wayward friends again
Since they were always made for each other.

(Written by Kishan Negi)

I drove away today.
I left in haste to begin my fervent quest for my happy place.
Took the top down and turned my face to the sun.
Sought hope in the expanse of cornfields and trees attempting to bud and bloom.
Finding small comforts in the curvature of an old and ornate window frame set into walls of beautiful vintage masonry.
Breathe in deep the solace I feel in this small town.
On the road to Saline, no one knows me, but I feel like I have long known them.
Spent a good ten minutes pouring out my heart to an empty grave stone...
As if my audible prayer would be heard by the long past occupants of my family tree.
As if saying it out loud for the first time to a slab of engraved granite would do me any good.
I turn on the radio and search for answers in the random shuffle of songs.
Give myself up to the Radio God and wait to hear my message hidden in between the notes and words.
Someone send me some sort of ray of light...
Glimmer of hope that this is not all that will be.
Universe, please just throw me a rope.

What will our reaction be long after our wars have faded? Left to its own devices it will die away like an alley way whisper and open its wings and speak through Peace.

No more weapons of mass destruction
No more support from we the human population
Release your fears
set them free in me
They'll not have a chance to bloom
Chance to be no boom boom
Boom boom no more
Bing bang a ricochet against the faded truth
Let it hit the truth centerward
Bring out our bleached bones to greet the sun
We need a little help if our songs already sung
Singing of Love and Creation's a journey
A flight, a cruise over the ebbing water
Mother, Father, Daughters
Sons, bing bang, it's what they say
The spirits dancing within my dance
In the dream of the dream's chance.

This is dream's resuscitated...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Some say that the prettiest flowers bloom in the
light of day.
But I would dare to argue,
for I have seen many a moonflower surpass them in beauty
by being rooted in the dark.

l.r.

evolution of music
that lives and grows inside me
generation that takes up after me
no word for music, to make this rhythmic

that beat flows into my vein
like a bulb flashes with unstable current
the smile sprinkles in, with no vain,
as if i am eating a blackcurrant

I stand there, just to watch it bloom,
into me, like the music flows
that flower to show me its true fume,
hands in blush, eyes in rush as it glows.

I sit,think,walk,see
never stops the blue magic
such a clown of sea
as all fly like it does in pelagic.

Look at the sheer beauty of the camelia;
Hot, yet delicate pink petals contrast against the lush green of the Spring grass
How long she waited for her buds to burst into bloom
Patiently waited through stark Winter frost
To hold centre stage on the first day of Spring
Oh, how short lived was the fame of the sweet camelia
Her hot pink heads scattered all too soon on the dewy grass beneath;
How much thought we waste on how things may have been and what the cost
While the camelia patiently sways in the breeze
With no remorse for what is lost.

Your smile makes the roses grow your laughter make them bloom when I’m with you I never feel alone, you remind me of space cause you’re the whole solar system. The earth is the beauty of your description and everything that you are worth, Your eyes make the stars shine simply take my tears and fill them with joy and I’m glad that your mine. Feel like I’m Pluto a small blue cold rock because I’m not worthy of having you, but you turn thing around and make me feel like Jupiter so big nothing can take us apart. When I make love to you feel like a shooting star making my heart beat race to a secret land near by a warm desert sand, you’re the light to the sun bright as the moon, you’re the trees that I breathe your everything to me. You’re the ring of Saturn that hold us together and make the galaxy sing, when I’m not with you anymore that how know the world is going to end. I thank you to be part of my life and amazing friend, my memory of you will never fade we will no longer be a shade, thank you for making me feel worth something again.

**ByJacob Cuadro

The sun,
symbol of life and death.
How the flowers bloom,
with the right warmth.
And wither too soon,
with its mad heat.

The sun,
lovely and glorious.
Dawn’s promising light,
a heart’s pleasure.
Beautiful twilight,
as it sets in the east.

The sun,
is like a special friend.
How his comfort brings,
warmth to the heart.
Yet, his oath of love,
a scorching hug.

You stood there

Mind
Fully
Manic

Your DNA

A testament to life's serendipity

What images do you contain?

What fringe fueled ****** led us here?

My madness was only emphasized by yours

A recipe for catastrophe and we feel no limitations

our respective delusions collide

Stifled inhibitions cannot claim knowledge

Break away moments and we swallow clarity cold

Finally we find a seed for planting

Toxic nutrition and the stem shines sickly.

In our haste we forgot to let in the sun

We watched the leafs fall quiet

I know it broke me

which botched bloom broke you?