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More Than Words

If these words, the words I’m writing now, had the power to change. If they could make me the man you’ve always wanted, the man you’ve always needed.
If they could take away all your pain, all your tears, all your cares and fears. If they could somehow give you all you’ve ever needed and all you’ve ever wanted.

If these words, the words I’m writing now, if they could give you all your hopes, all your dreams and desires. If they could give you laughter in your sadness and calm you through all the madness. If they could fill your heart with hope as you walk through all your trials.

If these words, the words I’m writing now, could somehow allow you to see inside my heart, inside my soul. If they could somehow change the way you see me, if they could help you believe in the man I am today and the man I’ve yet to become. If only they could help you love me and trust me completely.

If these words, the words I’m writing now, had the power to keep you in my arms, always to hold and always to stay. If these words had the power to right all my wrongs and keep you by my side, to kiss and cherish every night. If they could somehow let you see yourself through my eyes.

If these words, the words that I’m writing now, if only they had the power to break down the barriers between us, then I would write them every day from sunrise to sunset. If these words could somehow change our lives and always keep us together, then I would write them until my hands bled, until they grew old and weak.

I would write them until my eyes could no longer see them in the light. I would write them until on that day, the day you took my hands to hold for the last time. If only these words had the power to change, then I would never stop writing them. Yes, I will never stop writing them, until that day, until my very last day.

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Pain Eater

to feel another’s Pain is not enough.
 

                          
you must combine your sympAthy

                   
                                        
wIth your empathy,

 
                              
until they are oNe in the samE.

 
                                         
you must tAke it, 


                                              
devour IT,

 
                                   
until it becomEs your own.
   
                                                
                                                   
now…


                         
you can count it your loss, but foR their gain

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Sticks and Stones



you
 may of heard IT said,

 

"sticks and stones may bReak my bones,
 but word's will never hUrt me."

 

buT 
the trutH is,
 


"STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES, 
BUT WORDS CAN KILL ME!"

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Dear Inspiration

Dear Inspiration,

If you were a person and had a name, I know just who you’d be, because whenever I’m in her presence, she utterly and totally, but somehow unsurprisingly, inspires me. 

Like the moon inspires the night to come alive and shine, so can her presence brighten and light up a room full of empty faces in no matter of time. 

Like the rain inspires the desert to bring what is dry and dead back to life, so can just hearing her voice lift you up when you’re feeling lowly and down. 

Like the rising sun inspires the morning to light up the day, so can her smile light you up and warm your heart right away. 

Like  the start of the day inspires the birds to sing a new song, so can just one kind word off her lips sing to you like a melody that you longed. 

Like the dark inspires the stars to dance in the sky at night, so can just one look into her eyes make you feel like a somebody, who isn’t just anybody, in this life. 

Like the rain inspires a flower to blossom from just one drop, so can just one innocent touch of her hand overcome you, with a growing longing and adoration. 

So dearest Inspiration, I thank you, and I’m ever so grateful. Because now I know your name, and she is utterly and totally, but somehow unsurprisingly, inspirational.



                                         © 2025 by DC Poetry

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Her

I think of her,
I breathe her,
when I sleep I dream of her,
when I wake I live for her.

I think of her…

Her happiness, her well-being, consumes my thoughts all day and into the night. How to support her and make her feel safe. How to give her a smile instead of a frown. How to bring her joy and laughter, instead of pain and tears of sorrow, and her worries for tomorrow.

I breathe her…

Her whole life, everything and everyone she cares about and all that she loves. All of her thoughts and worries, all her joy and everything that would steal it. Every tear that drops from her eyes, all that she desires and inspires to be, and all of her fears she try’s to hide from me. Her whole life is inhaled into me and exhaled out of me with each breath I take.

I dream of her…

When I sleep, sometimes, I dream a dream of her ever so sweet.
Where everything in this world that’s gone wrong for her is made right, and I try, and try, with all my subconscious might,
never to wake and hold on to this night.

I live for her…

All that she is and all that she will ever be, is now forever a vital part of me.
Everything that happens to her and all that she feels, affects me so profoundly, so deeply it does. Whenever she cries it’s her tears that fall from my eyes. When she hurts and it’s her heart that’s aching, even still, somehow, it’s my heart that’s breaking. Until at last she is happy and healthy, and all in her life is right as rain, not sickness nor peril or even the hour up till my last breath, nothing in this life will keep my love for her restrained.

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Love, or love?

There is a Love, 
a Love willingly and freely given. 
But beware of Love’s doppelgänger, 
a love masquerade and well hidden. 
This love will only selfishly take,
but can completely fool you,
because he is a master fake. 
So if ever in doubt,
let me help you out.
Is it Love, or love? 
Love willingly and freely given, 
or love only selfishly taken.


© 2025 by DC Poetry

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'SOS'

Dear Security,

In this long and never-ending plight, I’m sending out a ‘SOS’ to you tonight…

Why do you elude me so? Why do you hide from me like the sun hides from the night? I search for you five, eight, forty, and 365 every year. Day in and day out, I sweat for you, I bleed for you, and my body aches in pain for you. I look all around me, and I can see you with strangers passing me by. I see you in videos, and I read about you in books and on billboards. I have needed, searched, and learned about you throughout my entire life. At times, you seemed so close that I believed I could reach you. A few times in my life, I swear I could almost grab hold of you, and when it seemed you were just within my reach, like grabbing for the wind, you blew right through my hands. So why!? Why do you elude me so? Maybe you think me selfish, or maybe you think my search for you was all for my gain. What if I told you that my longing and search for you was never about my wealth and prospering? What if I could convince you that it wasn’t for me or my basic needs for this life? It was never about what I wanted or about what I needed. It was never about my happiness or healthiness. It was never for or about the well-being of my life. Would you still elude me so? If I could prove that my pursuit of you wasn’t motivated by financial gain but instead by love? Would you still hide from me like the sun hides from the night? What if I could prove that my search for you five, eight, forty, and 365 every year was for the woman I love? If I could prove that day in and day out, all my sweat, all my blood, and all my body aches of pain for you were so I could provide and take care of her. Would you still hide yourself from me? If I could prove that my search for you was driven by a desire to free her from all her anxiety and worry. That it was so I could provide for her all her basic needs in this life. That it was for her happiness and healthiness. That it was so I could make her feel loved and safe and to see to her well-being all the days of her life. If all that I’ve done and all that I’m trying so hard to do, could reveal my true motivation in my never-ending search for you, would you still remain to be, so elusive and hidden to me?

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Fantasy?!

Looking back through a sea of doubts,

Wave after wave of choices, 

some of which I would have been better off without. 

Regrets like drops of rain in an ocean of reality. 

If only one by one, with all the hurt and pain, 

could disappear into its deepest depths. 

Oh! Silly me to ever believe in such a fantasy‽