I built a sanctuary around your ever-growing branches,
I watched your leaves grow in the spring
And was eager to see them turn to a warm orange in Autumn.
But you were only around for one season.
I thought your leaves were so pretty
I built a sanctuary around you.
I planted daffodils and hyacinths just for you to see;
A few weeks went by, and the flowers died,
It turns out;
Your roots were stealing their water.
Eventually, you were the only thing alive in my garden,
You’d grown so big your branches made themselves a place in my home,
I had no problem with sharing; in fact,
I was happy to wake up and see your healthy green leaves
Thriving through my broken window.
I loved it until I realised you’d only grown through my house because it was in your way,
Not to be closer to me;
So I moved out,
I watched from afar as your roots and your branches destroyed everything I had built around you.
—A Sonnet—
Come, consecrate my silence with thy sigh;
Lay lucent fingers where my shadows kneel.
Unfurl thy hush until the stars comply,
And teach my doubting pulse what angels feel.
Unbutton midnight from my haunted bone;
Pour moonlit ardour through each hidden seam.
Make every secret I have never known
Awake incarnate in thy sovereign dream.
Let thy gaze blossom through my mortal clay
Till every wound remembers it was seed;
Breathe me so deeply out of yesterday
That Time itself forget the word proceed.
Belov'd—love me beyond love's farthest art:
Leave Heaven homeless, dwelling in my heart.
i swim through the water with ink on my lips
just waiting for a woman like you
you built me a lighthouse, you guide all the sailors
you keep them away from my home
then, when you find me, with my sweetened song,
i tell you that i haven't fed
you claim it's ok, and so i just kiss you
i know i couldn't see you drown
you watch from the lighthouse, i wither away
'till i find an unfortunate crew
you built me a lighthouse, to keep me in check
you starved me to the bone
The hearth grows cold where
once our futures burned,
Unspoken grief fills every
empty space,
We weep for lessons that we
learned too late.
A Kingdom Built on Ash and Sin
For eighteen years, I was reared for the blade,
A lamb in a house where the monsters played.
They hid their sins in the floorboard cracks,
And led me home on my own bloody tracks.
A welcome-back trap, a dark, hollow room,
Where chants in the shadows sealed my doom.
They tore open hell and flung me right in,
Trading my flesh for a ledger of sin.
I woke to the cold, completely alone,
Stripped of my youth, my blood, and my bone.
Now they sit high on a mountain of gold
Built on the back of the child they sold.
Then came the husband, a beast of a man,
Who traded my flesh for a new wicked plan.
Deeply in debt to the legions below,
He threw me to hell for a cash-out show.
But the pit gave him nothing; his gamble fell through,
So he fled like a coward when the cold wind blew.
Now a collector from hell has crawled to the light,
Searching for souls in the dead of the night.
The ledgers are empty, the debtors have run,
But the hunt for their blood has only begun.
The demon is tracking the scent of their fear
To seal every fate as the reckoning draws near.
Isn't there any shortcut to win?
Isn't there any problem that will not make my head spin?
Why everything I do becomes a blunder?
Every problem comes as if it is a blazing thunder.
Isn't it all of us complaining?
We blame God for all that is draining.
But have you ever noticed that calmness even if everything feels short,
Out of nowhere there comes invisible support.
Does it take one day for a flower to bloom?
Or does it take one day for a moon to fully gloom?
I takes time, right?
So why are you getting tight?
Wait ,work but don't stop because your time is yet to arrive,
Till then I believe you that you are enough capable to thrive.
There is no short way because greatness takes time,
Each day is shaping you for your prime.
No shortcut ever built a name,
No easy road ever won the game.
Time carves strength in silent pain,
So keep walking, you’ll rise again.
Ford dear
Vision in my eyes
Sounds in my ears
Drowning in my tears
She steady coming near
Never causing fear
Wind in my beard
Smooth changing gears
When takin care my steers
She’s my Ford
She’s my Ford
Tough but dear
Before I knew the weight of days,
or how the world could bend and strain,
your voice was there—steady and low—
like distant thunder promising rain.
You taught me not in grand displays,
but in the rhythm of your deeds—
how patience grows in quiet soil,
how strength is shaped by tending needs.
Your hands were worn from unseen wars,
from lifting more than I could see—
not just the burdens of the day,
but all you carried quietly for me.
A father’s love is rarely loud,
it does not always seek the stage,
it lives in presence, firm and sure,
a guiding line on every page.
Through every doubt I dared to face,
through every fall, each uncertain start,
you were the map I didn’t know
was folded gently in my heart.
And in the world beyond our home,
in every life that fathers raise,
there echoes something strong and kind
that shapes the future’s unseen ways.
So here’s to you, and those who stand
as roots beneath what we become—
for in your care, both fierce and calm,
the best of who we are is begun.
I have built walls around myself waiting for someone to tear them down
A young girl held love deep in her heart,
For a young boy, though she didn’t know where to start.
Pressure and abuse, her parents’ jealous hand,
Yet her dreams kept growing, like the sun over the land.
She saw the boy working, never out of breath,
Sacrificing to feed her, keeping hunger from death.
Advice to go to school, encouragement he gave,
Yet pressure would call, like storms over the brave.
Despite all obstacles, she never doubted her way,
Believing her love could grow, come what may.
She saw her dreams, far yet clear in view,
Turning into examples for youth, for hope to renew.
Suffering reached her soul, hair fell, body grew thin,
But she never gave up, her fight came from within.
The first person she loved was herself to embrace,
In reality, self-love became her saving grace.
Her dreams kept growing; she feared not to lose,
Building her life, proud of all she could choose.
An example for children, to show life is a fight,
But strength and self-love will always make it right.
A Relationship Not built On Christ Cannot Endure
For when love is lifted above him, it becomes and Idol,
and every idol eventually falls.
To love God is to give Him the whole heart,
not divided loyalty, not partial surrender
what is built with one foot in faith
and one foot in self
will not stand when the weight of life presses in
Many have been wounded by the
church meant to guide them
For this, Forgiveness is asked,
for men may fail, even while standing in holy places.
Yet do not measure Christ by those who misrepresented him.
Lift your eyes from men and look to him.
Trust Placed in people will disappoint,
but trust rooted in the lord will not be shaken
For he is the Shepherd of the soul,
the foundation beneath every lasting bond,
The Author and Finisher of faith
Do not build on emotion alone,
for emotions shift like sand.
Build on the One who formed the heart itself,
Jesus, the son of the living God.
Blessed is He who was,
who is and who is to come.
In Castle Ravenloft he waits, a shadow crowned in mourning,
a king forged not by mercy, but by the cold precision of fate.
The moon hangs low at his command, pale as a forgotten vow,
and every star retreats, afraid to witness what he has become.
Once a man of valor, his heartbeat carried songs of triumph;
now it echoes like a hollow drum, remembering battles long dead.
Love, the wound he could not heal, carved deeper than any blade,
and in the silence, even his immortality trembles with regret.
Barovia kneels beneath his will, though none dare call it loyalty
fear is the soil in which he plants his eternal dominion.
Yet in rare moments, when the torches flicker and curtains sigh,
he touches the ghost of who he was… and grieves in secret.
For the curse that grants him endless night demands a greater price:
to hunger for what he once protected, to destroy what he once adored.
He is both sovereign and prisoner, ruler and ruin,
Count Strahd von Zarovich the immortal tragedy carved from midnight.
I started young, laying brick on brick—
each anxiety a stone I mortared into place.
By twelve, the walls were thick enough
to keep out compliments, to muffle praise.
The moat I dug with my own hands,
filled it with every worst-case scene:
the car crash, the missed deadline, the test
I’d fail despite knowing every answer clean.
I raised the drawbridge for anyone
who got too close, who saw the turrets
for what they were—not protection
but a prison I’d designed with such care
the architect and prisoner were the same.
Now I stand on the highest tower,
looking down at the life outside these walls,
the one I could have lived
if I hadn’t been so good at building,
if I hadn’t made this fortress so complete
that even I can’t find the door,
can’t remember which stone was the first I laid.????????????????
Life is not easy
It’s not cheesy
One day everything will be alright
Next day you will be on the dark night
Unexpected turns and twists built overnight
There is no ray of sunlight
There is no way to look for a bright
Eyes are not ready to see the reality
Mind is still dreaming the fantasy
Unexpected turns and twists built overnight
Happiness faded into shadow
Sadness comes with combo
Peace is in the sideshow
Serenity lost in road show
Unexpected turns and twists built overnight
Spike took a hike
Mike liked his bike
They looked just alike
Mike booked with bike
Spike looked for bike
Mike booked from Spike
Spike liked his trike
Spike booked from tyke
Tyke looked for trike
Trike booked with Spike
Mike looked like Spike
Mike booked for trike
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