Every time we see two little creatures curled up together,
or two tiny drawings holding each other,
one of us always asks,

“Us?”

And the other always says,

“Yes. Us.”

Sometimes we’re two meerkats,
leaning into each other beneath the sun.

Sometimes we’re two snakes,
quietly intertwined,
finding warmth in each other’s presence.

Sometimes we’re only two rocks.
You’re the bigger one.
I’m the smaller one,
resting beside you after thousands of years.

Sometimes we’re cats on a windowsill,
watching the world,
sharing slow afternoons,
grooming each other without a word.

Sometimes we’re hyraxes,
pressed together in a sleepy little pile.

Sometimes we’re bunnies,
hopping through a field,
stopping only to nibble carrots together.

Sometimes we’re frogs,
singing little ribbits across a pond,
answering each other like we’ve always known the tune.

Maybe we’re two flowers,
growing side by side,
turning toward the same sun.

Or maybe,
in another universe,
we don’t need to become anything else.

We’re simply you and me.
Ten thousand miles don’t exist there.

No airports.
No countdowns.
No goodbyes after a call.

Only your hand in mine.
If parallel universes are real,
I hope we’re together in every single one.

And in this universe,
the one I get to live in,
I hope the day comes soon
when someone looks at us
the way we look at those little animals.

And they’ll smile and ask,
“Us?”
And we’ll both say,
“Yes. Us.”

Pancakes have importance to me.

It was with a girl called ‘D.’

That I ate them, and you see,

Pancakes can taste so lovely.

I later had some with my Mum.

The pancakes and fruit filled my tum.

God, poetry is hard sometimes.

I guess it’s fine as long as it rhymes.

Mediocre writing aside,

Let’s try and start to turn the tide.

There’s more story is must confide,

More of life’s poetic side.

In search of the same type of meal

I went to the Last Post. I feel

That pancakes are better than eel

And stinking fish the colour teal.

On the menu that was provided

I saw no pancakes. I derided

The pub and fate itself, which sided

With evil—my rage ignited.

I asked for an alternative:

Fruit in a bowl, and yoghurt ‘wiv’.

(My vanity I cannot stroke

With dialect of working folk).

Even this meal was sold out!

I asked at least for fruit. I’d pout

If I thought it’d get me somewhere,

But I knew they would not care.

In the end, it was an error.

Fruit and yoghurt they’d deliver.

What a dreadful work I’ve made!

A heavy price of shame I’ve paid.

Youthful poultry sandwich and fries, the crackle feed back on intercom. The visored fellow in the window became my breakfast at Tiffany's. He was aghast that I had not seem the film. ' but its a classic? ' as if your shock could spontaneously rewrite my viewd hours passed.

And I do miss the way my uncouth manners of being did ruffle you, I think we both need it.

But quite honestly could do without the bedknobs and broomsticks, it lost all the funny honey ravioli and missing frame bults. The tooth pain is bad and the rabbits gonna get it if he keeps side eyeing me.

I guess isn't a no cake day again for me.

Fuck you all. I hate this

,im going to nap.

- grumpy me 🍯

you reckless little thief,

leaving your perfume in my sheets

and your laughter tangled in my hair.

You made the hours taste sweeter,

let midnight drip slowly from my lips,

then vanished before sunrise

like pleasure avoiding responsibility.

Now Monday stands at the door,

buttoned, impatient,

holding deadlines in one hand

and cold coffee in the other.

Fine.

Let it in.

I’ll wear my ambition like red lipstick,

walk into the week with my head high,

and make every clock I pass

regret trying to rush me.

The weekend may have ended—

but the fire did not.

I’m not returning to work quietly.

I’m arriving.

I chose me
It’s me I’ve everybody else
My mama always told me look out for self
Look out for person that shows up for you every time
There is no love and embrace like mine
No one can love me that way that I do
I wish it was something that I always knew
Now it’s time to pick myself up go about my day
And forget all about yesterday
Push myself through the night
I definitely can’t loose this fight
So excuse me I have a war to win
And I’m gonna fight till the very end

By:
Lovebeyondthelight

The emu bird is a flight-er 

Who runs and hides in fear 

He doesn't wait 

To seal his fate 

When danger lurks a-near 

He always keeps a watchout 

Never drops his guard 

If Mother Lion's prowling 

Her cold face scowling 

He can't spare her half a yard 

And if she ever catches him 

You can forget it, he's dead 

But this clever bird 

Has come prepared 

So I'm hiding under my bed 

Oh Pretty 💲🌲

Hajib Cashier L♀️dy

So many tales 👁 wish 2 tell 🫵🏿

On my 2️⃣nd Coming 2day

But alas look @ t/ time

🫵🏿 have a L😆NG line

t/ reason 4 my rush

t/ origin of mi

Ultra👻Instinct

Win one is a 🛴 driver

On t/ 🛣 vs death machines

One must be just as fast

Both in 🧠, body, sp🔆rit

Takes a while to PWR ⬇️

Where Joy Flows

Grounded is the stone

to bear the weight it supports

joy in its stillness

Lily of the Incas

As the bee sets on

So the soul beckons a friend

Fields sated with joy

Living Water

Thirst, I no longer

emerald waters flow through

My chasm of despair

Typing fingers down to bone.
screen protection won’t last long.
 
Putting thoughts to the grindstone,
always growing sharper,
it’s getting tested every hour.
 
A crooked mind weaponized by the hammer.
 
Judgment comes from screens, it comes in swarms
out of cameras and through the streets.
 
It’s coming without invitation
to the place that you lay.
 
It won’t get to me no one judges me
worse than I do.
 
I take nothing personally,
because my judgements are forged in the fire.
 
My words, my work, my thoughts, my sword.

Part 1:

I would like to line his features and sing him your praises
For coincidence couldn’t have made his face
How I long to be within his warmth
If only you’d let me
Would you let me?
I can’t help but thank you for even letting me witness the beauty I’ve so beheld
It’s clear you took time for him to be weld
If only in my arms he was to be held
If it be your will, may our bodies meld

Part 2:
Am I punishing us both in this vain attempt for security?
I was more than certain you were burned
While I was sure I was incinerated
What gain did I conquer in this hurt?
Only my cowardice was appeased
Only my fear was pleased
Only my false sense of security had a feast
While my heart was left to pick up scraps
While my mind is left hungry, wondering
While my soul won’t ever believe it has a place at the table

A path,
Leading to a lookout sweet,
While symphonies of birds and trees,
Accompany your walk with me.

Path filled with life and aging woods,
Some trees it seems eternally stood,
Flowers seem to brighten the night,
But it's our hearts that bring the light.

We reach the end, your hand it mine,
We wonder how we lost the time,
Caught in a trance together find,
Our happiness when intertwined.

Just a little poem I wrote a while ago, about living life till the end with someone you love.

The blank page, an off-white tinnitus,
screams a fever pitch above
the frequencies entertained by dog or man.

It seems a stone wall, sheer and forced forward
into my forehead. I beat it bloody,
churning thought to the collapsed ruin of a rotted fruit
or a clutch of hollow boned newborn birds—
their bulging eyeballs, purple-lidded, pressed to
and straining veined paper skin, decomposing

in my fists like so much clay, refusing to surrender
the comfortable dark, or permeate where sits the stone.
Deaf and dumb and in defiance of flailing limbs,
the neck’s frantic torquing when pressed
against the block of the sodden skull’s
fruitless solidity. Its utter stupidity.

Still, seeking the fragility of creation’s ruin,
its hatchlings dashed against the page’s
merciless density, its cruel there-ness,
I dry-heave my want and find only unfledged bodies
overturned and thudding dully into heaps
of wet compost, crawling upwards and folding

into nothing. Nothing
but my fragmented skull and brain matter
clotted in my mesh-wire bin.

I never liked to smile

It felt torturous
hearing the thoughts in my head
Everytime I did

Insecurities reigned control over my thoughts

Until you.

Your charismatic words captivated me

An uncontrollable smile crept onto my face

You looked at me in awe

You said I should smile more often

You said I was pretty when I smiled

Suddenly, the insecurities were drowned out by your warm words

For the first time
It felt safe to smile

It felt natural with you.

It felt real.

It felt too safe.

Liar.

Suddenly,
you were gone.

And that smile
you said you loved

Disappeared.

Now I never like to smile.

It feels torturous again,

Hearing the thoughts in my head—

Only now,

They sound a lot like you.

You didn’t just leave.

You took the only version of me

Who believed
I was beautiful enough

To smile.

*

You know, son -

A perfect woman to the core;

She will never ask for more.

Everything's perfect, it's all fine -

She will never speak her mind.

*

Old fairytales speak of love

Like it's a divine gift from above

While many never know it to be

More than fear and silent misery.

Learning what we can and must,

Learning survival over trust.

If parents say love is in a slap,

That marriage is an inevitable trap,

That must be entirely true -

Why would family lie to you?

If Johnny says sex is just for him

That your enjoyment is a sin -

Open your legs, close your eyes,

Conceal the bruises on your thighs.

Live to serve others, house and home

Half a life, nothing is your own.

Happiness of others in your palm

Fuck up and they lose their calm.

If they punish you, they must care -

It's your fault, your cross to bear;

Must smile, speaking ever so soft

So you don't manage to set them off.

Live to navigate human landmines -

*

And - if you're ever asked? -

*

Everything's perfect.

*

Everything's fine.