Honestly

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When I- do love you  

I wade deep into our emotions  

I appreciate even the tiniest efforts  

I live my quirkiness unabashedly  

I adore all of yours admirably  

I let you be yourself as you are  

But should you throw me away 

My love will weather it regardless  

Only more hurt but at a distance   

I’m guilty to a fault that way  

Only pretentious love that reacts polemic  

Couldn’t have been love, to begin with  

Dynamics and degrees are different 

Like childishness versus… immaturity   

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Afterthoughts

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I rush to get myself nowhere  

Feeling like I’m always late 

I feel my life missing things  

As I sit around in the silence 

Waiting on a colorful dawn 

How else will I know to rest?  

Sleeping tires me these days  

I can’t shake feeling strange  

Did I miss too many steps,  

Or a road to the right bridge,  

Getting me to this lost space?  

I don’t really know anymore  

I used to think I knew enough  

That’s the nature of …lost loves

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Mutated sunsets

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Today the morning is laced  

In a bittersweetness of grays 

Its soberness can be tasted  

On the fringes of realization  

Some things are better left unsaid  

So, I will take my unspoken with  

As I pack up fragments of yesterday’s  

And my tidbits hope of tomorrow’s  

With broken promises and uncertainty  

As I leave behind what is left of family  

That could never fathom the depths  

Of my perpetual love for them  

I will nestle into a distant mountainside  

To observe life slowly …slip from sight  

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Child

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Beautiful aspects of our lives 

Are slowly unappreciated  

As we innocently take them for granted  

We get lost in the search for newness  

That we begin to gloss over our present  

Brillant colors of a fresh dawn  

Warmth of the sun, caress of a breeze 

Sounds of laughing children playing 

Silence serenity upon a lone summit  

Uniqueness of every fallen snowflake  

Heartbeats of life to share and live 

Tears of love and tears of our loss 

Oh! How I have lost you somewhat  

Thank God, I still have…these tears  

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Holding out

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Alone at times, I close my eyes 

I just sit here in borrowed silence  

As I listen attentively for your whispers 

With tears streaming from my eyes  

As I anticipate what you might say 

My lawless heart beats thunderously 

It may seem a cruel thing to be doing 

But it secretly gives me more hope  

The way my prayers often do too  

Because even my love still hurts in truth  

So, what more is there I can say  

I will never compartmentalize you  

To love unconditionally from your soul 

You bear through it all… and never let go  

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Alacrity

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Nothing about love is negative 

Those platitudes are merely myths 

To get you to capitulate yourself 

To neurotic whims of someone else 

Those who have needs to manipulate   

Love is a gift they can’t appreciate  

Love flows in abundance naturally   

Around the bends and sprawls out 

It churns in-depth and even falls  

Out of nowhere in faraway places  

It is fierce and gentle all at once     

Silky and soothing with its touch      

Love ushers out no waves of regret  

Love is the exception… in everything 

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Shameless shadows

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I can feel all my emotions  

Simmering below the surface 

As I try to restrain myself  

From lashing out- in my hurt  

Another added broken promise  

Another letdown set of actions  

Your careless words fall empty 

Like lifeless and dried-out leaves   

I’ve been down this road before 

It only tears down my sanity  

All you care about is being seen  

As some hero, you will never be  

Finally seeing truth of your flesh   

You’re the culprit in… all reality  

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Static

I know brokenness all too well 

I’d like to say we became friends 

But- that just wouldn’t be true 

There’s been times I felt comfortable 

But the rest of times are my battles  

The lost conversations and giggles 

The silent mornings and seconds 

That tick away- ever- so- slowly  

Long empty nights with the moon 

That speaks volumes by its presence  

Scents of pervading ghostly whisps  

That sends eerie chills up my spine    

And I search for fragments or signs  

As I remain… what you left behind  

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Deliberately

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I lived out on the fringe of light  

Waiting to be saved just in time  

But got drawn away by darkness  

The way sugar does little children 

From that moment on I was lost 

It was like most seasons and me  

Shared our history but didn’t agree 

Along that broken road of loneliness  

Where I felt colorless times- hurt deep 

The way a sunburn tinges for days  

I thought I heard the moon mocking me   

Staring at the universe- feeling empty 

Till I finally came to understand my life 

And that I could’ve survived… any other 

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Risen

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I twas but as fictional as 

Any other from my birth  

Who acquiesced to my life  

In what little I deciphered  

Till finding my true nature 

Hidden deep within myself 

Raw, vulnerable, and naive  

Same way we’re all created  

Emotional and intellectual  

Uncouth and soulfully naked  

Unknown and undamaged 

Only to be bent and broken   

We’re dammed and innocent  

We are faithful… and forgiven 

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