His gaze over me
From behind, makes me
To have butterflies
I can’t control how it feels.
After everything,
I just hope I’m not one of your regrets.
But you should have known
we weren’t going anywhere.
You should have known we were doomed
when your replies slowed
and my heart grew loud.
You should have known we wouldn’t last
when I smiled less
and pretended more.
You should have known it was ending
when I stopped asking why —
Because silence is louder than questions.
You should have known it was over
when we started borrowing happiness
from strangers.
You should have known we were beyond saving
when temptation no longer tasted like guilt.
You should have known we were finished
when my name burned on your tongue
and yours stopped feeling like home in mine.
You should have known
when I flinched from your touch
and didn’t reach back.
You should have known it was over
when you planned a future
that didn’t sound like us —
and I imagined one without you.
You should have known.
And I should have known
that silence doesn’t save love.
I tried.
You tried.
We tried.
But we cannot cross an ocean
on a bridge
that was never built for two.
Forbidden Dance
Our voices drown in the low tide of our secrets.
That still paints a silver moon on the ripples of water.
Because it dances between conversations,
Now that the sound of laughter is in the air.
Having arrived at dawn, we can hear our stolen steps begin.
In this escape, a tangled rhythm we share.
We move as one, what a waltz in a forbidden dance.
Between intimacy that’s in succession of secret lovers.
Our souls dance over this forbidden dance.
We knew it wouldn’t last.
Meet me at the tournament,
Nothing words that goes to my consent.
Yeah, I know that a woman like you should include.
But I already did for you as I conclude.
Every move you make,
are pieces you took that hardly for me to take.
For might not be a careless mistake.
But my defeat made my heartache.
Then we meet again
Place is the same, moves that my game went pain.
Surely as I made your rank rise but I fall for you down.
Then you take my place and place your crown.
Now my Mallory that we been together,
Hope today not sooner we matched, as I defeat.
Though you are my mate, but die in check.
I no longer take it back but to resign and retreat.
— Love, Your Knight,
Nolan Sawyer.
(This poem is inspiration from the book of Check & Mate by Ali Hazelwood)
pic show
no show?
she's late
first date
lame gaffe
big laugh
airborne
popcorn
Your tears flow like a river,
You always appear in my deepest slumber.
I only loved you once,
But I lost you at every chance.
We became the closest of friends,
But we broke apart before the story ends.
It hurt me most and turned my heart blue,
These hidden feelings only I and you knew.
You ignited my heart but turned me green,
When I saw the other girl you had chosen to be seen.
Mourn my mind with grief and pain when you chose her,
I guess there is no way to be together.
I planted anger where love once grew with regret,
Desperately wanting my heart to finally forget.
I just want to say what I held from the start —
I love you my Vincent, with all of my heart.
Please remember our friendship if nothing else,
For loving you was the truest thing I ever felt.
Love emerges from nowhere’s
Ignoring boundaries and background
Still try to cope with new environment
With abundant hope
Well, its heart choice
You need to console yourself
Still some night feels like nightmare
You just need to stay cheerful
Once strong proactive girl
Fell in love with the man
Even with plenty differences
She hugs him tight
Don’t know where the future goes
They married keeping it quite
Once aggressive man
Change himself and became calmer
Once silly girl
Change herself into strong character
Sometimes they fight but they fix
Their love is like a thread
Any misunderstanding can break
But they ties their love everyday
It’s a different feeling
Falling in love with person
Opposite to everything
But it’s enjoyable
You will get to learn enormous things
To frolic amongst the daisies and posies is to relish
in the sweet drink of victory over a despicable,
old, and much-sought-after foe.
It is a feeling akin to splashing cold basin water
upon the face after hard work—lips chapped
by sun, sweat, and the long, tired day crowded
amongst them.
Reclaim possession; bring it home.
Long has this expected arrival been awaited;
arrangements have been in accordance with plans
premade for preparations upon this date.
Man dares not tickle the fickle temper of these
sisters of fate. Complaints remain an undertone, and
resentment answers not to “Pardon” on and on again.
In their ever-glow elegance, brilliant
refractions sway off their decadent dress.
Jellyfish patience is slow, a romantic cadence.
Contracting movements make the sway
feel like a swarm in the warmth of the elicit impress.
You first sought my trembling hand in perfectly sown, soft-honed land.
When our lips quiver gripped with virgin steam by an aloof stream,
time flared our romantic, teenage passion through forest-spiced air.
We lost logic under starry skies devoted to our sighs.
Years did not fray my feelings for our time in youth's twilight rays.
I oft wonder if peaked, bare recall tenderly takes you there ....
Shadows lengthen; increasingly
Is cast in doubt.
Hangs, with dying man's hope about
Whilst time runs out.
As the droops set in, with eve's chill
Eyes, reflecting
Eddies at sea's confusion, in
All headings spin.
Pink isn't the only pretty.
Is stained glass not stunning?
Pink isn’t the only pretty
Is stained glass not stunning?
When light shines through
And glows up onto you
Does it not make you feel
As if you're in the presence of true beauty?
Pretty things don’t have to be bright
Is the night sky not breathtaking?
As it blesses you with its view?
The stars are bright, if you still deny
There are starts in all of us
Even those who are perceived
As darkness through and through
Are you not brought to your knees
By the vision of your love?
Wrapped in the warmth of your home
And the safety of your arms?
Does she not make you believe
She’s from heaven up above?
Stained glass can be
Of any color, shape, or size,
And while it can be pink,
That's not the only hue
The night sky is dark
But it somehow still sparkles
Happiness can shine through
In even the darkest of few
my friends know i don’t mean when i wave it off and say that i’m just tired
it’s not like i got any sleep, but that’s not the reason i’ve been bitter
they always knew me to be sweeter
it’s been almost four weeks since you last called,
at 9:47, i even memorized the time
do you remember it the same way that i do?
does your mind keep replaying it for you too?
it stings because i know that i could never picture anything past you and i
not like i even bothered trying,
i didn’t, that’s why i’m barely getting past this
do you remember me like i do you?
do you cry before going to bed too?
feels like i’m talking to a stranger, but i memorized your flavor
i know you cry with movies and babysit for your neighbor
do you tell her that you love her voice?
does she believe you like i did three weeks ago?
my friends know that you’re the reason why i’m tired, you keep me up all night,
you consume me without even trying
how is it possible that you could just survive me?
instead of sleeping i toss and turn at night and my friends have started thinking it’s your fault
yeah, they know that i’ve been bitter
they always thought that i was sweeter
girl talk
well did you do it
was it big did you like it
you did you swallow it
please tell me how it tasted
was it all thick and salty
there is a space you left behind,
and it still calls your name,
like an empty room echoing with your laughter
i tried to fill it,
but nothing fits
in the space you left behind
looking at someone new,
curly hair spilling like waves,
tracing the pattern of each curl,
while my eyes keep searching
for the straight lines of your hair,
for the way you were my summer
after my longest winter.
i tell my friends, “i hate him,”
but really, i don’t.
the only thing i hate
is the space you left.
i could never hate you—
because there was nothing
about you to hate.
and maybe even because
i know i would let you back
into that space
in
a
heartbeat.
If you’re cooking
I will do the dishes
If it’s the last thing I do
Because you’ll fight me
Kick me out of my own kitchen
Giggling like kids again
I’ll do the dishes
If you cook for me
I’ll curl up in my corner with a book
While you’re on shift
And smile when you come back
And you will – come back
To me
And my kitchen
Stick on that one song
'Bout the young kids in love
From way back when
The times when we laughed
Cried-bickered-danced-cared
The point in life when we decided
You’ll be the one cooking
And I’d go get my degree
You’d go off to be a hero
And I’d wait in the chair you built me
That rocks just a touch
Enough to swing a tad
A smile cracks as you stare at the sight
I turn the page
You still there staring
I feel your gaze
But I let you stand there
Knowing eventually you’ll turn
Towards the kitchen
Just to yell
“What you want for dinner?”
“What I want is to do the damn dishes tonight"
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