The eyes are the gateway to the soul
But hers was a hell I never expected
A tragedy so deep, I couldn't help but fall
A cut so deep, I couldn't pull the knife
A love story so tragic, it became bestseller
But I still couldn't stay away
I got so entranced that her name was synonymous with mine
I couldn't help but stay.
They cradle absence in inherited creed,
A sculpted sky of words they never test,
Where certainty outgrows the need to read
The fine-print silence lurking in each rest.
They build a Heaven stitched from stolen light,
A fragile citadel of borrowed breath,
Where doubt is taught to bow and step from sight,
And fear is softened into faith till death.
For Heaven lives in language, not in ground,
A story tuned to quiet human dread,
A place that only ever can be found
Within the living, not among the dead.
And when the final pulse gives out its claim,
No gates unbar, no choir bends the air;
Just vast unlit indifference, no name,
Where belief fades into a wordless stare.
I retreat to my hideaway.
Storybooks become the gateway to various fantasylands.
I'm always ready for adventure.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
"I wouldn't be a songwriter if it wasn't for books that I loved as a kid.
I think that when you can escape into a book it trains your imagination to think big and to think that more can exist than what you see." – Taylor Swift
When the world falls still.
When day is done, left behind.
When pages instill
magical words in her mind,
new worlds she begins to find.
Stories spring to fore
as fairies spread stars' delight.
Something strikes her core
and flickers throughout the night
in reflective candlelight.
Before dawn arrives.
Before candle loses flame.
She lives divers lives,
travels worlds both wild and tame.
Reading's her gateway to fame.
I would code for you, though I could not. Being not someone int this field would not stop me.
Know the Truth.js
// Function: World Would Wanna Be You
function requestForever() {
// You always bite the same apple that destroys you
// You would say you look displeasing; do not be Emma Watson.
return false; // Returns false because "looking displeasing" is not true.
}
Access All-Against-Us.js
// Class: Manifesting me and you
const us = new Promise((resolve, reject) => {
// Let the promises be broken by the wind.
// But not the promise that everything would ever be resolved;
// it would be us over things, us against the things.
if (together) {
resolve("Through all, it will be us");
}
});
Access Possession and Love.js
// Object: Possession and Love
const reality = {
heart: "Yours",
soul: "Mine",
// I promise it will all be us.
// Your beauty, my gentle love, and whatever you need;
// a kiss and a hug will be here.
};
export default reality;
I foresee the day
but it would be a pity
if all the residents ran away
and were to flee New York city
like rats leaving a sinking ship
with streets high garbage-piled
overcrowding crime and corruption
it's no place to raise a child
nor recommendation as gateway
so they say to the Land of the Free
where you have the opportunity to be
anything or anyone you want to be
Now, which is our kingdom, sweetie?
Since we should've been majestic
Our heavens' king and queen
We surely have a place as rulers
Tell me a bit more of your dreams
I intend to command with you
The most beautiful place ever
The heavenly paradise
With it I am most mesmerized
Made of amethyst, chrysolite
I am most fascinated by
Love is a pleasure
Coping with rapture
The art of falling
In passionate suffering
The pearl of our lives
Neverendless delights
At the entrance
of our Kingdom of Clouds
I was once a window, a gateway to the unbounded light of the sky,
Through which rays danced like spirits in the midst of a clear night,
The moon bowed to whisper to me the secrets of stars forgotten by time,
And people looked through me, their eyes full of dreams and hidden longings,
Each gaze was a thread of a story I wove in silence,
But then they began to fear my clarity, the light that shone,
What I let in and what I revealed without asking permission,
So they came with bricks of silence and words heavy as lead.
At first, it was a curtain of shadow, then a plank of forgetfulness,
Then they began to tell me I was too much, too open, too fragile,
And stone by stone, I was walled in a silence of stone,
Not broken, but hidden under a veil of frozen memories,
Not destroyed, but locked in a world where light no longer penetrates,
Now I hear the light as a distant whisper, an echo of the past,
I remember warmth as a song lost in the wind,
People pass by me, forgetting I was once a window,
But I still remember, and my soul still longs,
For the endless sky and the light that sang my name.
Whispers of fingers an apparitions touch
took residence inside my mirrored bones
frantic rationale is a skeletal destination
crunchy landing of hard fossil dust
This sad beast of remains stands low in the sag
dry tears of sand drips down to mandible mayhem
its remnant clothing, phalanges hanging in defeat
while random flutist sings it's hollow tune
Fleshly hand, the kindly reach gazes in piteous questioning
living site navigates the reflecting path
the maze door answered with a riddles remedy
the skulls slow lift, the femurs rise, the mirrored ripples open
Toiling around the town I grew up in. Never knew there was another way. My footsteps followed those before, keeping my ship anchored at bay. Staring out on the horizon and noticing far off lands in the distance. Dreaming about a journey, but couldn't fathom risking my existence.
Maybe I can draw up a plan to get out there and discover. Stepping outside my comfort zone to see what I uncover. It's time to set sail and swing open a new door to unearth what I've been waiting to explore.
Look into the eyes,
Dark colored gate, flame and greed,
Eyes reflect the soul.
Wind can be a bit pushy
at times
Though I would be first
to admit
of needing nudges in different
directions
inclined to linger too long
under shady canopy
or at the seashore
gazing off into dreamy
horizon
my mind inclined toward
repainting sunsets
rearranging stars into
unique constellations
or writing poetry
strictly for sojourners
each poem a gateway
to ports further unknown
Outside the sanctum, clenched teeth, tension,
a sense of being spun slowly, in comical ocean drift
Bobbed cork barely able to rein my orientation.
Luckily, current flux of haphazard happening flapped
a variable vantage.
Blown as though by silk hankie butterfly blessing
launched under lead light detail dragonfly wing
Inside the sluice.
tender seagrass arms greet me, surprise caressed
Silky entry to a tepid tub, a calm community
of smug inner sanctum club members, afloat.
Blind to bedlam, their faces automatically accepting
Smarmy, aloof, knowing the code
Clicked into correct holding pattern
Galvanized now among the longed for,
unlocked passage
Boasts a right angled me, porthole refuge
Catatonic sanctum immune to struggle
Bay of steady abundance
Top step mission for admission somehow granted mine
Spotlight shon on my cloned social demeanor,
Meticulously honed modesty of highbrow gallery.
24th February
Written for Contest: Gateway
Sponsor: Constance La France
My passage, sometimes narrow, the other times wide,
I know it's a vent through which I glide and slide;
It's my opening; it's my passage; my birthright,
Through this, I witness my liberty light and bright...!
The entrance; exit; Through this, I go straight or bend,
My communication; my web; mild and wild blend;
It's my progress; my success; my activity,
Proclivity; productivity; privity...!
22 February 2023
Be still and know that I am who I am
and I know the comings and the goings of your heart
Behold the scepter and embrace the light within you
I am the fire that stokes your emotions and if you allow me
I can calm your worse storms and ease your tears
Believe in the gateway of heaven
all that you want shall be yours if you only trust me
Dive into the moment as if it were your inner sanctum
for tomorrow I will bless you with all that I am and more
I am the gateway of Faith at your door
Be still and know that I am who I am,
Your God,
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