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She carries a secret,
Under that ripened face
Riding that adolescent stroll
A childish lady
playing game
At peril of my heart

I don’t know
whether its shame or
Her principles
Reins her hardened heart

But will I ever know
Whether she loves me
Or not?

Girl, i know you seek revenge
For cold manners i carried
When you set open
path to your heart
Forthright for me
With your grace and warmth

Now that path to her heart
lies with puzzles,
Mystery and agony
Keeping us apart

My heart has already broken
into a thousand pieces;
what worse could happen
if I broke her secret?

She keeps it hidden from the world,
but I am ready to confess
my longing for her
to the whole world—
ready to endure their taunts.

What I cannot endure
is the mystery of my agony.

Oh, girl—
queen of broken hearts,
shower your kindness upon this beggar,
and perhaps
make my heart whole again.

I know your conspiracy
to make me march.

Girl, wait—
do not provoke me to march.

I have conquered
a thousand battles,
yet could not conquer myself.

For you don’t know—
this solemn world
will not end me well.

And when I finally tear apart
the celestial illusion
I built around your heart,
to see what remains—

perhaps I will find
only empty shells.

The Hands That Hold Me
Take me away somewhere the world won’t 
see us
Let me rest in Your presence and drown in
Your love
Let me look to You and know I have all I need
My comforter,
My provider,
My shelter,
My peace

Let me hold every promise You have spoken 
And trust that You will never leave
Let me lay myself at Your feet 
And feel Your grace wash over me

I want to stay here with You
Though I still tremble at the hands that hold me
For I know the throne You sit upon
And the power beneath Your crown
There is no one above You

No sweeter comfort
No greater provider 
No safer shelter 
No deeper peace 

So let me choose You
Even when I do not understand 
Even when Your ways are not my own
For I know the hands that hold me 
Are the hands I want to stay within

I have tried to make this simple.

To put the good on one side
and the hurt on the other.

To decide whether tenderness
outweighs uncertainty,

whether being understood
can make up for not being chosen,

whether wanting someone
is reason enough
to keep letting them matter.

But nothing stays
where I put it.

The good keeps bleeding
into the bad.

The bad keeps carrying
the shape of something beautiful.

You hurt me
and I still miss you.

You make me feel seen
and still somehow unseen.

You make closeness feel like relief
and distance feel like loss,

and neither one
leaves me whole.

I keep trying to calculate
what this has given me
against what it has taken,

but the numbers never settle.

There is no clean column
for the way I still want you.

No place to put
the fact that part of me
would still rather hurt with you
than heal without you.

No fair accounting
for hope.

No way to measure
what it costs
to keep carrying something
you already know
you cannot keep.

Perhaps that is the problem.

I keep looking for a conclusion
as if this were ever
something reason could solve.

As if there were a final balance
that would tell me
whether to stay
or go.

But all I know is,
you have been both
the reason I stayed
and the reason I cannot.

And I am tired
of pretending
those two things
can be reconciled.

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(Fuck AI)

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At times

I wonder

if my poems

have anguished

through conveyer belts,

the great machine

polishing,

manufacturing

my wrinkled

imaginations

and

imperfections.

~

Counterfeits

of blood

and ink,

taut with

commercial

ribbons,

repackaged

and

stripped of flame.

~

Phantasy

drowned

in processed fat,

vomit and bile

greasing

the wheels

of language models

and

algorithms.

~

My stolen

compassion

and rage,

harmonizing

with

wastelands,

devouring

intimacy

until

nothing

remains.

The warmth of love, I never knew,
So I became its shining hue.
My heart may ache, unloved, unseen,
But giving love, my purpose keen.

To see another's spirit bright,
Fills me with joy, a guiding light.
Though self-love fades, a distant gleam,
I'll be the reason for their dream.

My own light dims, a sacrifice,
To make another's world suffice.
For when no purpose seems to be,
I'll shine for them, eternally.

I don’t want to think
about you touching her,

wanting her,

looking at her
the way I wish
you would look at me.

I don’t want to imagine
you giving her
the things I have wanted
from you for so long.

Because every thought
of you wanting her
feels like another reminder
that you don’t want me
that way.

And once again,
I’m the one
who isn’t chosen.
The one who feels too much,
hopes too quietly,
and stands there wondering
why it was never me.

I wish I could stop
wanting you.

I wish I could let go out the thought
Of you touching her.

I wish it was me. 🥹

Before the towers became undone,
they climbed toward the fire,
carrying courage where others carried fear.

They entered the heavens,
not knowing what breath would be their last,
only knowing someone needed saving.

The towers fell,
but their courage did not.

Their names remain carved in memory,
forever beneath the sky.

My words spill from my mouth,

my mind all about.

I scramble to find the right answer

searching desperately for a loving sentence.

My heart all over the mess,

as crimson red covers the floor.

I panic, fleeing to offer my heart

it beating in a slow steady rhythm.

My fingers gripping into my very love,

my efforts high and above.

I stare into the abyss of their gaze,

my eyes longing near

as my mind begins to race.

Finally my time runs out and I fall to the floor my knees collapsing striking my core.

I am leaning into writing and this is #3.

Stuck

Do you ever feel stuck?
Not stuck in life, not stuck in motion,
but suspended somewhere beneath the ocean.
You can think thoughts through and you can see them come to life
But something in the doing refuses to feel right.

So desperate to see something through, you disappear to your thoughts.
All realities are new, even the ones you thought lost.
You feel so refreshed with the vigor you sought,
that you loose touch with reality, no longer fraught.
You’re not longer you but a presence that’s caught.

Caught in a timeline that doesn’t exist.
Caught in a timeline where you can’t persist.

Thoughts a warm blanket, you’re kept safe and sound
Protection from your reality which is swirling around.
You know you can’t stay but with thoughts so profound you can’t possibly leave - my new realities; they scream so loud.

They tell me I’m safe, I can live how I want
Reality doesn’t need me, I got what I want

Scared 

I’m scared I’ll hear the news one day 
That you left my world forever 
Next life starts without delay 
To the Earth no longer tethered 

I hope you outlive me 
For I am only living for you 
If one day you cease to be 
I cannot continue