You wore truth like a tailored suit,
Smiling sharp in the evening light—
But lies stitched seams I couldn’t see,
Till silence screamed through every night.
Your eyes, twin lanterns in the dark,
Once held the stars I swore were real.
But stars, it seems, can flicker cold,
And hearts can kiss, yet never feel.
You spoke of “forever” in soft-spun lace,
While weaving webs behind my back—
Each word a thread of false embrace,
Each step a crack along the track.
You touched another, lips untrue,
With hands that once held all of me.
Did guilt not whisper in your spine,
Or did betrayal set you free?
I drowned in questions, bitter rain,
Searching for reasons in your flame.
But fire only knows to burn—
It doesn’t care who speaks its name.
Now silence sits where love once lay,
A ghost beside my coffee cup.
And all your truths, once sweet as spring,
Taste bitter in this shattered cup.
So take your vows and glass-made dreams—
They break so easy, don’t they, dear?
But know the cost of what you’ve lost:
A love that held you—without fear.
My Love promises are to honor and be true, and never make me blue.
My Love makes promises that are so beautiful they make my heart pump with intense excitement.
Excitement of love and life, that make all of my fears take flight. Like the birds flying around, I feel like I am floating on air.
Like the wings of love are in flight, making everything look like sweet delight.
Love with promises are so nice, they make life have a path that we follow through all of life’s journeys.
Love is so special, it finds us in ways only God intended. Making each of us have so many special moments, bringing us to our forever love.
May all of our moments in this life, make our days sweet as my love makes me feel.
Prayers to God, today and always.
Shattered glass and broken promises,
reflections of how plans once made
can suddenly become just memories...
Crystal clear and shining hopes
that sparkle in the mind's array
of hopeful dreams and quiet fantasies.
Thoughts of wine sipped by the fire,
the tenderness of spoken words,
the sweet seduction of an eager soul.
Quiet moments, conversations,
assurances that love would last
but wine soon warms and passion can grow cold.
Sullen thoughts, a broken heart,
the sound of silence in the air,
lingering echoes of a closing door.
An overwhelming silence
that is only interrupted
by the shattering of a wine glass on the floor.
It didn't end, like it started
Something that I've heard, like
“In losing what we once held,
We find the true worth of it”
It didn't bother me until now.
The thought itself was too heavy
Too heavy to live with, die with
I would live but death would take my soul
My soul as it was tied with yours
With you, I feel death could not do us apart.
But it was now in memory
Which we are forced to forget
I have loved you since forever
I love you now
I will love you forever,
Pinky promise.
PS: Pinky promises can never be broken. Ever.
Broken Promises are the labour pains
that birth the words “I’m Sorry”.
Good intentions don’t ring the cash register.
Nor do they heal the wounds
that sutures have only temporarily closed.
The holes were plain
For all to see, clear as day
Like every word pressed from tight lips
Heavy, weighed down with lead.
Yet we chose to believe
Clinging to words for relief
Some of us danced
Caught in the endless trance.
Half a decade passed in a blink
Now we question what we heard
Were those words ever true
Or just echoes from years before?
Their efforts now feel hollow
Trying to patch sails with holes
Drifting lost on restless seas
Like a mind caught between drunk and sober.
ECHOES AND PROMISES
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I am not just
the sum of my days,
but the echo
of all that has been,
and the promise
of what is still to come.
WHITE LACE AND PROMISES*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
leaden skies speak of rain
raw winds whistle through branches ~
plum trees wear white bridal lace
promises
*Note: “White lace and promises” are words from a Carpenter’s song, “We’ve Only Just Begun.”
Title: Children of Broken Promises
(25 Lines)
They signed their names in ink made of blood,
A treaty scrawled on the bones of the poor.
They shook hands under marble skies,
While cities burned in silent uproar.
Children played with bullets for toys,
Lullabies hummed in the throat of a drone.
A mother stitched hope into her shawl,
But war tore the thread and left her alone.
What prayer can pierce a soldier’s ear?
What hymn can silence a tyrant’s laugh?
They plant flags like daggers in the earth,
And call it freedom—this butcher’s craft.
The rivers carry whispers of bones,
The mountains echo their iron song.
History bleeds through pages of lies,
As empires fall and yet march on.
O children of broken promises,
Your cries are etched on a shattered sky.
You are the ink in tomorrow’s poems,
You are the reason the stars still try.
Today, too many Christians have settled for Yahweh’s Promises
Without experiencing the full power of Adonai
The promises of Yahweh are True
The Reality of Adonai is the fulfillment of those Promises
Adonai is the Ruler, Master, and Owner
He has the final say
As we pray, we surrender our lives to Him!
In his Kingdom, we have everything we need
We feed off His Ways as He fulfils His Plan in our lives
Adonai supports us as we surrender to His purpose
We reflect on His Name as we inspect the Promises He gave and
Having confidence that Adonai will make it a reality
Today, too many Christians have settled for Yahweh’s Promises
Without experiencing the full power of Adonai
The promises of Yahweh are true.
The Reality of Adonai is the fulfillment of those Promises
We need to experience Adonai’s Reality!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2025
Say you love me
like I love you
often and always
a million times
embrace me
consume me
burn me with kisses
If you go deaf
I will stop listening
If you go blind
I will stop looking
If you die
I will stop living
.
.
Songs for this:
Lover Girl by Laufey
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
In a Manner of Speaking (feat. Camille) by Nouvelle Vague
I've kept the promises I made
Stood steady in the storms
Never caved in to the waves
First one, then two, even three
Never failing, always strong
But the one I never got to make
Is the one that haunts me still
As the precipice approaches
I still consider the jump
But what once was safe
Has become suicide
So I'm left with one broken promise
Not one made to anyone
Not even one unsaid
The only broken promise
Is what I promised to myself
The Call to War or False Promises
They spoke of honor carved in stone,
Of glory waving from a hill.
They lit the torch, then threw us in,
And called the burning “noble will.”
They draped their lies in marching drums,
And wrote our names on gilded scrolls,
But none could see, beneath the hymns,
The hunger swallowing our souls.
i clearly loved you more.
if you had loved me
you wouldve put in effort—
we would’ve been together,
only if you had loved me.
you said you did,
but that promise was
as hollow as the way i felt in the end
Inspired by Bob Dylan's "Mississippi"
I was the backbone of your dream—
ribs shaped into beams,
my blood seeping slow,
cementing your tower’s base.
You promised a sky of stars,
a rise beyond all shadows—
but I was just a ghost
etched in your blueprint,
a whisper beneath your tower.
We built forever on lies,
stacking stones on my shoulders—
I was your ground,
your silent sacrifice,
the shadow no one names.
You spoke of freedom—
but all I felt was the weight,
a hollow echo in my bones.
You spoke of love—
and I swallowed the silence
you left behind.
Now the dream is dust,
the sky a fractured lie,
and I stand—
an empty scaffold,
a ruin in the wind.
You vanished in fire—
and I’m left to fall.
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