Pain/Love

pain is not gentle, soft or kind
it does not caress or tender
pain is rough, rude, and callous
it is sharp and cruel and mocking
gentle is the wind of voice
gentle is the soft hand stern to guide
love takes you to good places
pain leads you to no good places

Midnight Lady

The lady of midnight
Visit me sweep me away
From this waking dream
Long for her grace again

Lady light shine on my agony
Oh Sora in winter be my spring
And I Koraki the eternal king
Lonely ever more to love thee

Sleep I must that I dream
Palaces tall caves run deep
And her raidiance all for me
Lady of midnight wait for me

Distance (8/16/18)

I spent all this time
Barely acknowledging my beloved…
Why then does the distance
Bother me so much.
Why am I now realising?
Why can’t I say my full heart?
Why do I hold back?
I can’t take back years lost
I can’t rid myself the guilt.

Lady of Shadow’s,
Queen of dreams,
You invade my thoughts,
I keep looking for you.
I keep wanting to hold you to me.
I let you go believing
This was the right thing.
That I am your misery.

Allowed venomous thoughts to plague me.
I said before Lady of Shadows, Directly,
I know I have appologized profusely.
I wish to be with you everyday
for the this life, eternity.
I will love you even into the next life.

I am such who dedicates his soul to love
I’m willing to commit…
That discussion lady of dreams
Is for you and I alone
At another time another place
For now my heart is yours to own

Slayed Poetry

I have lost my sense of poetry,
My muse dashed the hopes I’d held.
I have healed some of the hurt
I allowed myself to be so exposed.
I let them rush in fast at me.
Talking every minute, every day
With someone for as long as I had.
I lost some of myself with them.
I took on a role too, I was king
Mr. In charge and she said yes sir
That’s how it went, heaven forbid
I fail to be in charge or fallible.
Each mistake I lost their respect
Ultimately lost them, though granted
With all women I have dated
It was I who ended it.

Being without her was hard.
It was being without the tides
but it made me think on things
On the uselessness of romanticism.
Aniya no doubt feels my wall.
The hesitancy I have in every step.
I love myself, that could be enough
but her love meant everything.
I have lost my muse.
No flowery poems of devotion
Flowing from my pen.
Words to be thrown away so easily?
How I envy simplicity
Almost wish I wasn’t an author,
A poet now.
Does she even care that I can’t