Time is not refundable,
Use it with intention
@marknyangacha

God, keep my heart attuned to laughter
when youth is done;
when all the days are gray days, coming after
The warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from
grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.
"happy happy birthday to myself"
© marknyangacha

I cannot promise you a life of sunshine
I cannot promise riches, wealth, or gold
I cannot promise you an easy pathway
That leads away from change or growing old.
But I can promise all my heart's devotion
A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow
A love that's ever true and ever growing
A hand to hold in yours through each tomorrow
With you in my heart,
I know that our love will always shine
bright no matter where life takes us!! I love you my sweet babie
@marknyangacha

Yo've chosen another one,
Were maddening by someone,
But I chose you charitably,
Loving you is incredibly.
You treat me so dismissively.
You still think I love you,
But that's definitely untrue.
In your new relationship
Are there tenderness, blessedness ?
Or only a bitterness ?
You're not my enemy anymore...
I'm looking for a new one more.
That's not the end...
This is the beginning!
Thank you, me blossom winning,
For this year end.
@marknyangacha

For the past 20 or so years I've looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself"if today were the last day of my life,would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row,I know I need to change something.
Marknyangacha the poet

Another year older, another year wiser,
Another year to make your dreams come alive, sir.
May your birthday be filled with laughter and cheer,
And may you have an amazing year.
Happy Birthday, my dear friend!
Courtesy of chinduruche ❤️
@marknyangacha(son)

I’ll be the warrior to fight for our love;
We’ll fly together, fly higher than the dove.
I’ll be your wall and shield you from danger;
I’ll take all the pains, for to me they are no stranger.
You’ll be the queen in the kingdom of my heart;
And then I’ll be the king, so we’ll never be apart.
You’ll be my majesty— I will serve you forever;
And for all of the times, I will leave you never
@marknyangacha

If you get tired, learn to rest,
Not to Quit.
@marknyangacha

I wonder do you dream of me, when you're in your bed, do I come to mind, when your desires must be fed

When you are wet and feeling *****, am I the one you see, when you gently stroke yourself, do you wish it's me

Playing with your *******, stroking through Black lace, when you close your eyes whilst you play, do you see my face

Fingers finding wetness, lace ******* pushed aside, do you imagine having me, when your ******* gets spread wide

Juices run down your hand, you give them a long slow ****, your ******* getting closer, in your dream we start to ****

One hand slips inside your bra, ******* hardening to its touch, the other buried between your thighs, playing with your crutch

Head tossed back you're ******* hard, you explode and soak the bed, when you play with yourself, I hope I'm in your head


@marknyangacha

And if one day my depression wins....
Don't say I should have talked
Don't act shocked or rather confused
Claiming you never noticed me sinking into it.
If one day my depression wins, stop telling others that I would have been saved if only I had opened up
Don't lie to people that what has killed me could  easily be solved by sharing.
Just don't assume that opening up is the cure of depression.
If my depression ever wins,,, Stop judging me.
Stop wondering if suicide was the only option
Stop asking why I did this. Stop with the questions.
If one day my depression wins .. just know I tried my best.
Just know I gave it my all
Just know I did what had to be done.
If my depression wins don't mock me just understand me.
@marknyangacha

some decades ago
God placed you in our arms
we qualified to be parents too
Bewitched by all your charms

You learned to walk, to read
Each day brought something new
No more our little boy
You hurt, we cried at times, you grew

Sometimes you didn't need us
didn't want to hold our hands
Your independence made you proud
But we were a little sad

we blinked our eyes, we turned around
your almost grown we saw it
Why did it go so fast?
A few more moments please

In your struggle to be free
Sometimes we don't get along
But we're always on your side
we'll always be your parents
Regardless of what

You can't stop time, can't hold it back
Can't stop the ocean's tide
The good person that you are
Fills our hearts with pride

In our eyes there is no one like you
Can't wait to see what you'll become
Our pride and joy, we love you
Happy birthday to our  son
©marknyangacha

When I grow up,
I Wanna Date a Poet,
They are the most romantic people,
With sweet dripping romantic lines,
When their pens cry,
They bring comfort to broken souls,

They pour out their hearts on paper,
Without holding anything back,
Expressing their fears,
Expressing their longings,
The kind of honesty,
That is rare!

Their pens never dry,
Spitting out love,
Spitting out hope,
Bringing hope to the hopeless,
Restoring back stolen happiness,
Without seeking any appreciation,

Apart from being dejected and rejected,
They never give up,
They believe in art,
As their words come deep from their hearts,
They're the best thing nature ever gave,
And I Wanna Date a Poet
@marknyangacha

Some call me the Madman
Others the ****** boy
But am just a poet, I write whilst crippled in my bed, from erotica or Vampires and Roses, whatever grows inside my head

*******, whipping, floggings, outfits worn for *** roll play, the kinks inside my poetry change from day to day

Tales of abduction, locked up in a dungeon, dark and deep, tales of pretty *****'s and how I love to make them seep

Handcuffs and being tied down, with rope, zip ties and chains, an endless list of ******* styles, that hide deep inside my brain

I also write of sweet romance, of a never ending deeper love, of Angels disguised as mere mortals, sent from high above

Tales full of passion and ****** games so full of lust, relationships between Dom and Subs and how they're built on trust

So I thought I was just a poet, who wrote poems about the thoughts I think, it seems there's more than that to me, I'm a poet with a kink

marknyangacha

We'll need someone to talk to how we feel....
Coz some days are just heavy🙌
@marknyangacha

collapsed in tears of pain
so lost in heavy confusion
how did things get so messed up
Please help me now is all i can say
God, hear my cries and see my tears
this is not what i wanted
i begged for it to not happen this way
so unsure i am of many things
i am still so young
i just cant handle this
so if you are there
know i am crying out in desperation
Please save me from my pain
but there is just an empty silence all around
Please, i don't want to be lost and so alone
Are you there? Are you even real?
waiting for answers i can only think
maybe i am not worth saving...
or maybe just meant to endure this pain.
@marknyangacha

If you stop focusing on all the reasons why you can't do it,
you just may surprise yourself to see what you can do. Appreciate what you have, while you have it,
or you'll learn what it meant to you after you lose it.
@marknyangacha.