Category Archives: love

Treasure Time

Remembering moments where we grow anxious of passing time as kids. Yet When I look at you, it is as if time stands still. Seconds holding you close as minutes accumulate into hours, with eyes locked upon one another. Tracing your features as presentations are drawn when you are before me. Eyes finding color by the light of your smile; See them forever change in an array as hazel gems are your treasure. Forgive me for letting such time apart not arrive sooner, yet it was not ours. But now let it continue to move around us in circles, frozen when we are close to its edge. Hands intertwined by fingers locked finding its course by natural flow. Endless promises I carry not as the present keeps us in reality from a fantasy. But know that these words are not fleeting letters passed on in the battlefield of hearts. You come into focus and as continues to drop and pass on the hourglass, I find a sense of paradise in the desert that once was. Find me tuning the strings and bring about new music with each passing word. You are your own, the queen I see.

Loving A Writer

“Don’t fall in love with a writer, for you will fall in love with their words”

I remember reading that quote and a part of me shattered. I couldn’t understand why someone would be so quick to mention this. I was quickly racing through every word ever written to see if it was true. Were my words a facade or mask? I kept reading to then have them state that when a writer declares they love, you become a project. Again, my heart started pounding, was I lie?

I have written countless poems about love and even written notes, articles, and etc about the subject. I have had 2 relationships where I was fully aware that I was a writer, as well. Unlike what most people like to say, being a writer has dramatically revealed to me the importance of words, as well as the weight each word holds. I don’t just write or speak about things as lightly as I did before. I don’t need to place eloquent words or be perceived as an intellectual because I want to be understood or draw people to truly grasping what I’m conveying.

I have been in love and I continue to love even now, as I get involved with different relationships, like friendships, even an intimate one with my girlfriend now. I remember her saying how she has never woken up to a poem being written to her and it dawned on me that my inspiration is drawn from life. It is not that people become projects or a muse, but that my emotions, in its rawest form and pure, are shown. When I write, I bleed. This is the quote that has driven me to continue in this field. I was always keen to say that I was not an extreme romantic anymore but I do hold to true love, not showcased as society has placed it on a mantle.

As a writer I can state, don’t become afraid to fall in love with us, poets, artists, and etc. You will be the only people that get to see us in our truest self. We will show you the way that love is not perceived in its purest form but as well, we will love, knowing beauty transcends our art and is captivated in who you are as well. To love a writer means to know that our words are more than words but a part of who we are, for action is drawn from them. Learn to love a writer and be shown the world as an adventure.

My Beautiful.

To what man can I describe your beauty? Has not those of old in memories you hold seen such array of an intricate being interwoven to such splendor? Yet they were cast aside by times and never anchored or so wanted to keep you as so. Lest I stand on shore and dare not embrace your call as I see your riveting light. And though they say to be with a poet you will be basked in words but let my actions bring just reward. For though I hold you and trace thoughts, emotions of yesterday’s and today’s, I plan to walk til tomorrow. Know me not as a standard cast in lots but as a man speaking words of honesty. For you are not my muse but music and you now surround the area. You are beauty for you are art and I try to understand your complexities, curves, textures and show you my own. You are my beautiful.

Greatest of Gifts

You will only pay attention to what affects you or has influence over you, based on perception or experience. With this said, I have seen people shift to a sheep like mind state, where, what is pushed by the masses, becomes your focus. This is not news but has gradually increased as ignorance is a norm. We are now taught to “know”, means you are of intellect, when memorization is more important than application.

How far the world has come, where we fight for protection, freely give our security to be dependent, and believe we chase after unity, while continuously growing division. We believe ourselves to be masters of our own world, while trapped within our own minds and controlled by emotions. I believe this is why we would rather invest in digital screens than people. We have turned to ourselves instead of sharing and helping others. We should be the effect of a cause, not simply become affected by it. True change is not given freely but radically altered within a person or people. Yet, we hold to ideals that falter due to our imperfections or belief that all must abide within our own notions and never in truth.

Woe is me, a mere mortal, one you can strip to the very bones and see my frailty. To speak with this boldness is frowned upon. For as man desires peace, he sees not the war raging inside him or around, threatening his existence.

We stand at the edge of humanity awaiting our judgment before cast into sea. Yet who is to blame but ourselves for the choices made. Our degradation a byproduct of selfish intentions. Let us truly reflect and come in love to abide in truth, encompass the solidity of its purest nature and envelope it within ourselves. For as they say we are of the dust or made of stars, let us treat our home with respect, to embrace the coming ages and shine amongst our brothers and sisters in true unity. For though we come together, we each serve a purpose, not of fate, luck, but as one who is connected to this race we run. Never forget, you are loved and to love, for this is the greatest of gifts.

Secret to Finding Someone

Find someone who makes you forget about your phone, helps you live in the moment but will have you losing track of time. Find someone as imperfect as yourself, that reveals to you humanity, while never placing them on a pedastool. Find someone that when you look at them you could see a future, but never rushing to escape these precious moments, in the present. Find someone you can laugh with, be best friends with, but still become captivated with.

The secret to finding this person? There isn’t one, just be yourself and grow. Two people will one day be connected and grow together. It isn’t magic or rocket science, it takes work, respect, trust.

Soaring Heart

I don’t know why people think I’m so cold. Is it because I speak from a broken soul? But what if I told you it has been restored and I simply want to see the world burn? Would you think I was mad and never come close? Would you think I have gotten to this state alone? Maybe I’m just trying to reignite the passion we all yearn. The light amidst the darkness, from which we are born. Lessons learned, so if you remember me, start to lose those memories. Begin to see life and change beyond reveries. Mystery of what was in the shadows, the unknown. Photo exposed, revealing one who grew a backbone and gained control. So now if you test me, just know where I stand. An imperfect man who is warmed. Soaring heart in where only in the Heavens I burn.

The Pull

Allow me to dive within the ocean of your eyes. Drowning in your mind. Give me time to reveal to you why I hold you tight. Long nights beside you while we enjoy the ride. But If you’re uncertain, I’ll confirm, it’ll be all right. Because I was left with choices to reach new heights. After I was broken and was brought back to life. You now hold a man who no longer runs wild. Let me trace your lines as you smile. And though you don’t believe in fantasy. The reality is that you are magic to me. Your words spelling new enchantments of the seas. So please, know that I don’t promise you the world. I promise to be whole and hold you close. Know that though I may sink, I keep afloat; you pull me in.