love and passion, deep and profound feelings of mine. heart and soul, dreams and desire of mine. all tied to a horse that never tires, thats life. the direction that horse runs, the destination, its my love, to you, my destination, our journey, realise nothing is as it seems, but i'll make it anything, everything you want.

poetry, a way to express feelings in words,
magic that happens in reality,
love, it brings forth.
yet it can only show this much, of whats really in me.
i dont know where, when or how,
as confused as i am, i gotta write, i gotta say,
open your eyes, my heart is open,
take me and make me hold,
to make me feel like a man.
its you that fits, cus i need you to look,
into mine. so, open your eyes,
i tell you. i write to you.

you cant deny theres a spark between us.

what difference did it make,
you left me, i was still hurt.
i could have been the one, no i wished i was,
the one that left.
yet i would still die on the inside.
do you know about it?
how hard it is?
i messed up, more than i ever thought i can,
someone took you away, someone got your love,
looks whats happened,
left me broken, so in agony.
never thought about it,
you will never know,
because you didnt know from the start.

what do i do, to get your attention,
for you to notice me, is like the impossible.
what can i say for you to know my feelings,
knowing that we're venus and mars,
i wanna be right by you.
do i exist, a little entity in your vast universe,
do i hold a candle to the others,
am i wasting my time?

i know what you know, whats really deep in you.
your feelings so honest and true.
just like you, ever so beautiful,
yet stained by an ugly past.
apologies is what i say, but for you to know its true,
shes the one.
let go of it, hold onto something new,
a flower that bloomed infront of you.

no idea if i posted this poem before, but yeah imma just put it up. one of my favourites,
kinda forgot the poet though.


Be firm till i return.

No man can give me any word but wait, the puny light.
I keep my eyes pointed in; hoping that,
when the devil days of my heart drag out to their last drags,
and i resume on such legs as are left in me,
in such heart as i can manage,
remember to go home,
my taste will not have turned insensitive