Partially happy you had such boundaries

Forged in strength like it’s made in foundries

Rough cuts as I’ve only begun deburring

I love this work with gin, poetry slurring

My hands are getting stronger still , warmth

This molten pot I’ve kept to fill …..

Knowledge you’ve shown me is the causation

I’ll build whatever you need, my new fixation

How dreamers wonder

Schemers plunder

Lightning strikes the iron rotunda

With a suitcase full of molten sparks upon his chest a burning heart

With Golden wings that seek the stars Catch the drift in tuned with art

Those of that feather hear the hark Each moments kiss a sweet embark

Creature comforts elated habits Searching canvas for the grandest magic

Barefoot a dance upon mossy fabric Beneath ancient acorns pageant

Electrifying life, suppling vie with sacred static

A transmuting transmission traversing terrapneumasomatic conviction A specter of reflection inflects hearts rejected into a strength perspective teaming from the solar plexus

A nimble limbo through a pinhole window

A sign, a symbol within the mental temple

Consecrated crescendo sends the wind blown end home, shalom.

I don’t want a sign you are mine; or that you might care. I want a symbol that represents us, and everything that we share.

I don’t want a clue I want certainty that it was you.

I don’t want an apology; you did nothing wrong. I want to know that you heard me, and you resonate with my song.

I don’t t want another test. Love me; and I will hold you all above the rest.

I don’t need a grand gesture of you. Sure it would be lovely; but your honest, direct words will do.

I don’t want another, to share my deepest desires to. I only want one; I only want you.

You found me there, buried in dust, a jagged stone with edges too sharp, a lump of iron hidden from light, heavy with a promise of something greater.

You, the master of flame, the keeper of craft, saw what I could be in your hands, saw a glint beneath the grime, a shape that might yet shine.

With fire and forge, you hammered, pounding hope into each strike, but I would not bend, would not soften, a stubborn iron, refusing the flame.

You sharpened, carved, polished with care, each stroke a patient testament to your skill, yet still, I remained dull, unmoved, a wasted stone, cold and gray.

You tried again, night and day, poured your strength into my unyielding core, but I broke your chisels, dulled your finest blades, a dead end you could not change.

I saw the wear creep into your eyes, the way your hands trembled, the fire dimmed, and I wished I could be what you wanted, a gleaming form worth the fight.

But some things are meant to stay buried, rough, unpolished, left in the earth, and I, the rock that wouldn’t shine, was never more than a weight in your hands.

Im scared of you
What you’re going to do with me
What you will do to everyone I love
Many have different opinions on the results of your touch
But, truly no one knows 
We have hopes for whats to come
But, all of them built on the foundation of uncertainty 
Is there a being who will judge my life entirely?
A chance to do it again with no memory of the past?
Or will it all just go dark?
I know theres no escaping you
And when we first meet, will be our last
So its my wish that our paths never cross until I am satisfied with my chance

I’m enveloped by your radiant light, even just your presence.

An escape from the shadowy veil that haunts me, I yearn for your luminescence.

You are the relentless sun that scorches away the shadows of this never-ending storm, burning through the darkness with your blinding brilliance.

The way your words are a melody that dances through the chaos of my fragile heart, your hand clasped to mine as we laugh about nothing at all. You showed me true resilience.

To me, you will always be,

The sun. 

Here you are in my face, What’s a better place than here?

The grin I have from ear to ear, As we’re face to face

All on my mind is body to body, Mouth to mouth

Keep it silent since I doubt your subconscious feels the same, I stay in my lane as “just a friend”

Does another not mentioned have your attention?, The tension my soul feels.. indescribable

But I mask it and match the energy that’s presented to me

Of all things
I'm all things
but all things
you want!

I'm a gallery of motley
of things monotone!

The voice of the mute?
The fear of the accused?
I'm all things you do!..

Life doesn't matter -
it's all up to fate!
Fate doesn't matter
when
you
fade!

Daycare is lying -
they
don't
care!
I dare you to find me
ah-
-nother dare!

Of all things I'm all things but all things you want -
I'm a gallery of motley of things monotone:
the silence of the shouters, the bravery of fools -
I'm all things you do...

Though silence falls, I feel you near, A distant pull I cannot clear. No touch, no voice, no path to see, Yet something binds your soul to me.

I try to move, to let you go, But through the dark, your echoes grow. Apart in life, yet still I find, Our souls are tethered, intertwined.

I love everything you have to say,

Your speech demands my attention.

Even when they are full of dismay,

They leave me wanting even more.

Mellifluous sounds escaping you,

Like angels singing their hymns.

Sticking to my brain like dew,

On a summer’s morning.

-

Your words can be sweet like honey.

Not like when honey is crystallized,

More like when it is warm and runny.

A close second to my favorite,

When your words are hot and spicy,

Where emotions are laced within.

Bordering on being considered smutty,

Speaking of your innermost desires.

-

I can see the sparks in your eyes,

Bringing those words more to life.

Perfect initially, no need to revise,

The words dancing off your tongue.

When you tell me you want a kiss,

I find it hard to fulfill the request.

There isn’t a word I want to miss,

I swear you speak into my soul.

Entertainments are distractions, from the real games we play

Press your palm to the dirt covered grass, sense the waves releasing your ways

Greetings to the trees that shiver the leaves

Goodnight to the crescent that lulls you to sleep

Gaze at the river flowing beneath, the pitters and patters are the same in your bones

Breathe the earth, it's part of you and you are what makes it whole

Wind envelops your hands, carrying your mind to greater lands

Don't fear being lone, the life around acknowledges you most

Roll with the waves, chant with the wind

To touch and to play, these days don't have an end

has anyone here tried to or even secured inpublishing their poetry? how did you do it? any advice where to begin?

What were the sacrifices all for,

if not for these notes

the spaces between them

to love something more than oneself

and so what if it isn't returned?

the love is outpouring, endless

It is its nature

I build bridges and construct dams

place rocks where they do not belong

the heart is clouded by the safety

the path is muddy

Yet, there will only be one true love

these notes

the spaces between them.

Rock girl, show me your world

Full of bees and bands

Vibrations of awe, honey to my ears

That lonely back on the stage, deserves to be praised

Interpretation and chants, the world should know your name

The one who calls for attention, I have my eyes on your awaited fame

Cool girl, with the flame at your tips

Give me a smile that'll help me last a while

The ash on the ground that disintegrates, is all that's left from the smoke that I wished to taste

Pretty girl, wrapped in icing and heat

Just know at least I alone, will play to your beat

Time flows, a familiar story

The repition of the day will never bore me

Life painted in acrylics and dance

To feel, and change now that is chance

Fated paths, I'll crush it absent mindedly

I choose this, and it plucked me, my life in my hands for me and only me to see

Now isn't that, beauty? A gallery with only one viewer and artiste

We can look, and tap into others, maybe see a faint flicker

But we can't know the full picture, only our own, colors the world

Sparks and deep waters, jump in

To know, to hold and read these stories of creatures, whom roam the land

What do they hold in their gallery?

Curiosity doesn't cut it, more something greater wishes to take hold

What lies behind your eyes?

What secrets were left forgotten

As I pass by lonely sights, I wonder "who was here before me?"

Unity, a speck of the mass

I'll peek into you once more

"Love, love, love" it reads

Love love love, I repeat

Love love love, this repition of a life never bores me

It's a quite, familiar story

On course, my recovery is within reach.

Sleep deprived, I've not slept for weeks.

Tiredness kills, take a break— but a break will break me.

I'm steering this vessel, for my higher power to save me.

Elevated state of mind— I can feel the neural pathways forming.

Conscious thought, consciousness— but all I hear is the hoot of a nocturnal owl.

Early nights turn into late nights, long days turn into weeks, weeks turn into hours, the hours into minutes...

Then—time stops.

Oh noble leaf as you flutter down from the heavens flowing hither and thither

Won't you fall down to me?

I wish to hold you

So that I may feel the warmth of your moment

Glowing bright my world

Before a gust of wind takes you again away from me

Tonight we’ll be lying in different beds

As the moonlight wanders pass the curtains or blinds hanging in the windows

So close, yet so far

The world really is so small until it isn’t

I know I said I would respect the timing and I will

But there were things that weren’t said out of fear of being “too much”

Sorry that I’m not sorry

I need to say this

Because a quick conversation doesn’t fully express how I feel

When I wake up.

You.

When I drive to work.

You.

When I sit in traffic leaving work.

You.

I suppose you know what is on my mind when my head hits the pillow.

You.

If I were given the opportunity of a lifetime to be the one you call home

If by chance the stars align for this small town boy with big hopes and dreams

Our love would burn so bright satellites would pick it up

Every moment would feel like sitting next to a campfire on a clear night sky.

As you look up, you see a shooting star.

Everything is perfect.

You,

Perfectly imperfect.

I have no mouth, yet echoes swell, A silent storm, a voiceless yell. Eyes surround, they pierce, they pry, Watchful sentries that won’t die.

They see the cracks across my skin, The fractures where the light seeps in. A hollow place, devoid of sound, Bound and buried, sorrow-bound.

I cannot speak, I cannot cry, These empty eyes won’t question why. Blackened thoughts that trickle down, Silent screams that choke and drown.

I am unseen, yet seen too well, Locked within this empty shell. No mouth to scream, no words to say, Trapped in shadows, day by day.

A fun cozy jacket one that you like

That you wear out when the moment strikes

It’s not for every day, not really your favorite

One where you keep it for the right outfit

You use it till you get bored or it’s no longer the right size

Or forget it at a friends house and pick it up when you realize

Could be months or weeks till you where it

You could use it every day not minding one bit

The jacket still a jacket it doesn’t mean much

I feel like the jacket but you use me for touch

I’m convenient. I’m fun. I’m OK for now.

But I’m still just an object somehow

In the city's busy streets, i feel a subtle shift-

A warmth that seeps and comforts,

even in winter's chill and rift.

Birds sing sweeter, flowers bloom

with hues more vibrant than ever,

And trees stand taller, as if infused with spirits anew.

All this because, even if for a brief while,

The city now has you.

Sunshine? You. Rain? You.

Pretty sunsets? You. The moon? You.

City lights? You. Flowers and greens? You.

As new people pass, I search for your face;

An inexplicable longing lingers forever in this place

That echoes from the sounds of your fleeting pace.

Distance dulls the pain, yet proximity cuts deep-

Such a paradox, where unbridged vicinity hurts and weeps!

And so a part of me remains in suspended time

Awaiting an encounter, an eye-lock's rhyme;

For when you depart, the city's warmth fades,

Birds sing quieter, petals drop, the trees arch their backs

And city-lights lose their shades.

But amidst the voids, I've learned to feel-

Not dwell, to cherish and live,

To open up my heart, not afraid to give.

Yet, in fleeting visits, the truth remains,

This sanctuary holds your love, an indelible refrain.

She stated that everything is fine, must be heavy to carry all that magic no matter how divine. Each morning I wake I see the sun illuminate your face.. or was I dreaming? Seemed perfect either way. I’m lost in reality and sometimes for it I sing louder, very much off key.. the way I sing. Is exactly like me. Maybe not perfect, maybe for show. Deep in my heart, when I sing? I glow. ✨🖤

How can I not,

stare too long?

When all I wish

is to burn,

smolder into the darkness,

leaving only a trail of smoke,

my last words.

A door that opens for none ;

But it still opened for you.

You closed the chapter of autumn ;

And welcomed the spring.

In this stream of water,

You are the glittering sunlight on it.

Your eyes a dazzling void,

I can feel the euphoria in it.

Your body a canvas and me the artist ;

Now let me fill it with the ecstasy.

I never believed in fairy tales,

But you flew straight of out book,

Got a stubborn and skeptic heart,

But now it beats for you....

(Name) they all watch you (Name) they all want you (Name) ofc they do (Name) oh yes its true

(Name) they want your eyes (Name) they want your tea (Name) they want your lies (Name) What you mean “for free?”

no waist, ass pumped, body tea; you get drinks for free; dont miss no beat; these moves come with a fee; styled right, dolled down; beautiful, you need to teach em; skin tanned, golden brown; where youve been to?; Turks and Caicos?;

oh but youre so blind and blue; oh you act erratically ; yea they want to yap when they see you; cuz they wanna watch what you do;

(Name) they all love you (Name) they all watch you (Name) ofc they do (Name) what didnt you do? (Name) They watch your style (Name) they want your hair (Name) they want your eyes (Name)

you got those green eyes, red lips; pleaser boots, no hesitation; gloss, polish, club classics; always latest fashion; never fall for cheap tricks; bad habits, poor perception;

essential like the affix; liminal like a matrix

Deep in the shrouded maze of the heart
Where silence lurks and faith departs
Cascading visions tumble forth
One after one after one and each one
          obscuring the next

An avalanche of dread
Great waterfall - regret
The twisting churning maelstrom swallows whole
          all the sweetness and charm and ease
          of simply letting be
Swept away, I'm certain the churn never ends
But only change is assured

Nothing lasts
This moment will pass
No nothing lasts
          save the eternally shifting unending now

Out of the tumult I glimpse
The moon, her lonely grace outshining the stars
          Outshining the darkest depths of the heart
I smile
For it is only here that I am
          Only now
The abating storm, myself, and the moon
We dwell here and now, this moment captured
          forevermore

Allow me to tell you the difference between a trail and a breadcrumb. Just in case you need a refresher from this one.

I was trained on constructing trails, hiking trails to be precise. One of the few skills I haven't used in a while, though it would be very nice. Something stable to walk on to see the views of the forest and occasionally the wild life.

Now a breadcrumb is something I don't do but I know someone who does, it's true. They know I hate it, but she was only allowed one exception to this rule. "If you're ever in danger and I'm not there, please use your tool."

I'd like to believe she remembers this, because I know her patterns most of all and I can see them within. It's part of what sent us into a crisis, also my psychosis.

I'm not sure how comfortable I feel about sharing this here, our paranoia has calmed from last week and we don't want to assume the worst of her or our fear. If what we saw was true, she'll remember what she said on here, and know that "Wesley" will learn to become the "Dread Pirate Roberts" the second she needs us near.

-to Buttercup

I look at my face in the mirror it couldn't be any clearer am I loosing who I used to be trying to figure out what you want me to be not knowing who I am