Poem to You

Dear Darling, You asked me recently to opine on your 'issue' Though it's pretty obvious, given all the clues Seems you're scared to feel what's real to you Scared of projecting what you've been through All the while desiring adventure and something new Yearning to love freely breaking from your ideals and rules Still, guarding … Continue reading Poem to You

Hello Silence

Hello silence, ye olde friend Once acquainted, we meet again We do not see one another often Not since I left you alone in that coffin Where have you been, you strange mystery You glance, then evade our torn reality As if you are nothing but a dream A flicker in time, an untold memory … Continue reading Hello Silence

My World

I exist in whatever world I make One I could create A world from which I need not escape For it expands only to embrace A world where I don't discriminate Merely give what I will take A world that's real, where nothing is fake Where there's no "lose or save face" They coin it … Continue reading My World

Greatness

My dearest darling, For the longest time I have kept you sheltered and kept you protected. I have hidden you in the crevices deep below the depths, beyond where even I myself dare not reach. But I have listened to the echoes within the silence, riveting from your soul and out of my hands. I … Continue reading Greatness

Him

"You could have anything you want, you just need to take the first step out of the front door," he had said to me, a long time ago. I never understood what this meant, but there he watched, from a distance. Waiting. He was waiting for me, and he didn't even know it. His process … Continue reading Him

I Love Vous: On Polyamory

I thought I could reign it in and unify all of it, write to you, and be able to say, "Yes, it's you." It's always you, isn't it? And yet...it never is. But the French had it right all along...I love...vous. (English equivalent: "yous") To you, my darling, I miss you. It started as a … Continue reading I Love Vous: On Polyamory

Work of Art

I have an eye for words and an ear for music I see colours of the rainbow but not shadows on the streets An artist, I am not, but a creator, that I am Yet you, my dear, are the only work of art I appreciate. MG