Category: Poetry

My poetry is powerful yet pained As my soul and spirit is strained Beyond the point where I should break More torment than a mortal can take For my love you disdained.

We hates it but we loves it. It hurts us Our Precious.

Early love is seeing the potential in someone, the Michelangelo effect made flesh, but still not yet. The infinite possibilities contained in a person in a moment in a flash of hope.

Tries. Flies High. Lies. Dies.

The first victim is always truth, and then love dies.

You broke my heart, and that is where the light pours out.  Like a spring among the rocks, the deepest wound nourishing others.

Just because you lost your way on the path Does not mean you are not welcome home In my arms, in my heart, my love. For sometimes we wander off.

Where will you find one more committed than I? Who buys the cupcakes to make you smile, Who crafts songs encapsulating true love? Who saw behind your mask yet still accepts all the flaws? Who held you in his heart through all your rough patches and blatant lies? Who finds your smile brighter than the […]

Rumi spoke of love divine, in words flowing as streams clear and cool in the mountains. If he had heard your voice, the cadence and song of your everyday speech he would have wept hearing the love divine from an angel on earth.

You pretend to be happy hiding among your lies. I am really pained reeling in the truth.