How do you say goodbye to the only person in this world who has been through hell and back with you. When they don’t even see it coming from you but deep down inside your heart you know it’s time to let go of them.
You keep telling yourself that it’s for the best because you don’t have much time left in this world. There’s nothing more anyone can do. Nothing is going to change the sickness. So, saying goodbye is for the best.
While trying not to leave them damaged and praying for their pain to heal as they move on with their life without you in it. Hoping all the walls they had put up to protect themselves from the hurt in this world that they don’t put them up and give someone a chance to love them the way you did.
Knowing you don’t have a choice but to say goodbye. While you still have time and can hold on to the memories and all the dreams that you shared with them. Praying for just one more day and hoping they don’t see the tears rolling down your face and the pain of breaking two hearts.
A gradually setting sun,
In denial for night to fall,
A frightening eternity, despite the attempting stars.
Returning presence of despair,
concludes absence of the light.
Ominous signals from the receptor of a pseudo reality
That there’s no more collagen left to repair
To hold your heart back together;
to deem you warm
For those whom the sun will rise for,
for those who see the stars
Hate them.
The stars are dead anyway
Your biggest star appears to be, too
Some find comfort in the cool wind
But you know,
you’ll forever be in this blizzard
The cracks of a voice spill as your head rests on my shoulder
As I face forward,
and your eyes, behind me.
Our arms wrapped one another,
you dig for the warmth
although it is already surrounding you
But you’re in the glaciers, now
The receptor proves to remain on cooldown
For I, am an attempting star.
If the homeowners say "Welcome" to you
You should say: thank you very much!
But, if they said "get lost"
Keep silent ~ no "thank you very much" and go back.
dedicated to an aubade you hear,
calculating observe i gift; accompanies with a tear.
what made this dawn tight and secure alike womb, my friend;
coquetry of horizon, lacking effulgent.
the last four just to torment us can you tell?
cinematic shimmer it gives upon lake:
as navy as it's lachrymose,
also ephemeral.
watching seasons passing down,
and the moon phases.
gift another glance to crescent,
so it reflects on my manners.
18.07.2026
A sadistic killer, who enjoys it with relish
A woman desperately in want of love
The age numbers small talk turns to relic
A paedophile never at rest until he gave
A robber on the prowl seeking victims.
Broken hearts need that need mending.
(Written on the 28th May, 2021)
Stay a child of the sun in your life
Because whosoever hath the sun
Can give the sun!
honestly,
idk what im doing
im not a poet
nor a genius...
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i, don't know...
where to go.
i, forgot,
my way home.
i worked hard, and my brain is mush,
guess i'll black out and faint in a bush.
today was the last day 'til my quota.
my deadline is due,
to bring my poem to you!
i'm tired, and forgot
how to spell the word shew
the thing you put on your foot.
i found my way home,
using google maps
this stupid siri voice, is giving me the craps,
my day has been ruined,
and my day is soon end,
just listen to this voice
"turn down at the bend."
it thinks im driving,
im walking...
this deadpan poem
is getting boring.
and like an old man, im already snoring
i sleepily unlock my door...
and...
my key broke.
FOR FU-
...
ahem,
im too tired for this...
*beep, beep! beep, beep!*
"hey, Frank... can i go to your place. my key broke... again."
...
"yes, i know its the middle of the night."
...
"and i know your on a date."
...
"i've got a key to your house. bye!"
screw my life.
The desire and longings for water was
enormous
Yet the supplies continue to dwindle year
after year
The older trees parched by a permanence of thirst
began to give up
As the waters too began to move southwards
Desolations taken over, only the howling of
wind storms
and the brave of Camels roams the lands
The landscape has been redesigned on account
of dryness
The land is parched on account of moisture.
(Written on the 15th October, 2026)
When you are broken
And it feels like a thousand pieces
Have been broken in your heart
Know that God is with you
And has been from the start
When you loose some one
The Lord mends our broken heart
God brings comfort and peace and joy
23 hours after loosing a loved one
God blessed me with a baby boy
Not to replace tgem but to bring
Comfort
will always miss our loved ones
No matter how much time
Passes by
But God never will forsake us
He is there every step of the way
Never leaving us alone
No matter how long it takes to heal
He understands just how we feel. AMEN
30 years ago my son was born
30 years ago my father died.
God heals Amen
A song I like is titled
Broken vessels by hillsong
The wind bloweth.......
Bloweth the chaff......
From the grains
The chaff is deserted like the desert
Like the fox in the Maghreb dunes
Deserted like the fig tree in Autumn
That is shedding leaves for winter
They deserted one by one
As they paid their respects
To the departed lying in state
One by one they left as they came
He was left all alone deserted
Death has left its streak of sting
He is a casualty. He is deserted
(Written 11th July, 2015)
The familiar aroma of the
Spices of onions, garlic thyme,
basil, ginger, black peppers
and and cinnamon.
These are triggers in active
response to Mama's soup
This is my home coming.
Home sweet home.
(15th November 2015)
le' tree, le' tree.
drop an apple to me.
le' tree, le' tree.
knock my head with a branch tree, please.
please?
pretty please?
with a cherry on top.
le' bush, le' bush.
pick a berry for me.
le' bush, le' bush.
blackberries or blue? you choose.
blackberries, strawberries, bananas count too!
le' tree gave me an orange,
le' bush picked a banana.
the both rhyme to me, I think.
no raspberries, no raspberries, they stinky to me.
no pears, no pears, they taste bad to me,
to le' tree, I plea.
delve and curb or puff always she the ballerina howells in hippie warfare
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
What I knew the darkness, hiding inside of me?
What if I knew what I would be ready to be?
What if I knew why I feel things?
What if knew why I don't have wings?
If I knew what I will change
If I knew how I will behave
If I knew why I am here
And knew the things I fear
Then I will stop trying and having fun
I will wait for the one
The day were it all ends
Thinking I couldn't have changed
Is it real or is it fake
Has the identity been scraped
From a picture that is right
But not theirs
Is it a business or a fraud
Are photo's copied - don't applaud
Or upload/install a software
They recommend
For these appauling lies
Upon which big business thrives
By stealing all your money
Or taking personal info for bad ends
Whatever it's corrupt
So through police/.gov disrupt
So mind your banks indice
And don't let them destroy your peace
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