If the night fell—

And the darkness tried to consume me
Would you halt this eclipse within me?
When we meet—
In the heart of the fissure
We ignite upon each other
We bleed like molten coal, an ember
We dance in an orange glow, forever
Inextinguishable, indiscriminate,
We reach for the starlight,
Chasing diamonds and the ether
Feed me oxygen as we grow brighter
I’ll be your anchor as the logs char and stumble.
Infinitely, we burn like our sun
And I’ll love you until time ceases its endless breath.

No one writes me love poems.
Cause there's nothing much to love.
Nothing really here.
Nothing really of note.

It's not loss of money,
not the fear of it not working out,
It's not the lack of time,
never enough to keep it all in line,
It's the day they wake up
realizing I'm no longer fun

She used to smile, and laugh so free,
She used to be silly, humorous as can be
She was adventurous and curious and kind,

She is a woman I miss all the time.

Lithe as breath—
the flame bends
never breaks—
a matchstick’s dance
poised on ash.

Whatever will be, will be
I guess that's what they call certainty
A vague destiny
But where does that leave you and me?
A collective we
We'll have to wait and see
Due too love messing with thé
Predetermined story

©2025

When I enter,
the black holes of myself,
they are located,
transcribed upon the
blackboards of our
unified bodies,
the magnification of energy
transversed,
principles demonstrated
by the unconcluding
conclusion of the expansion of
creation,
the rebirthing of one universe
never ending

When I enter a woman,
the discovery sought,
the definitional needed,
the proofs equational,
the factors constant,
not the variable
truths,
the demonstrations positive,
the constants of the universe,
combinational, all within,
a single point glistening

to gentle comfort this
knowledge of my wasting,
the foresight of my limitations
from the day of birth
my matter,
matters,
my energy
neither destroyed or created,
illimitable,
my decline inevitable

and yet

cannot alter my atomic structure.
my future guaranteed,
my inner light,
traveling so fast,

it has yet

to arrive

When I enter a woman,
the laws of physics
become special theories
of relativity,
we are motion in time,
force and energy
nucleotides rawest refined,
elemental and particle nuclear,
packets of light
exclaimed

When I enter a woman,
organic, chemistry,
interdisciplinary
my body and its life force
shaped as
electric current transceivers
crossing galaxies,
there can be no deceivers,
there but and only
the birthing of heat,
a byproduct of
interjection, conjunction

she is my proof
long after the
log normal of my nerves,
now parceled to the
invisible of an oscillating
log natural,
fertilizes the sea grasses
that so intoxicate,
flying, carried,
by the invisiblity of the winds,
all-where I have chosen
as my shifting shape,
when this container
leaks and crack'd,
rentery orbit,
the nearest garbage strewn
construction-dead
lot

When I enter a woman,
physics far beyond
the commonplace,
physical transition
to knowledge
of life ever after

death and fear are
time sensitized
passing notions,
crushed by the
consolation of physics,
the eternality
of a time
once begun,
cannot end,
and therefore
this,
my one theory of everything,
is the God
I worship

your name was never just letters
from the moment I said it,
nervous, awed,
it belonged to the most stunning woman I’d ever seen.
i became obsessed with your name,
whispering it softly
as i dreamed of you with me,
until one day it wasn’t a dream,
you became mine.

I lingered longer than I had intended
Observing the painting, mesmerised
Trying to understand, what the artist intended to convey in colours abstract
Each a piece, a part of the artist’s heart
Not that I understood, but it was touching, I tried to grasp
The colours blended, swirled
The brushstrokes big and short
Each told a story, apart
A whirlpool in my eyes swelled
I lingered, longer than I had intended, lost

I've seen things,
Ive felt things,
I've been numb -
lost my voice
to trauma.

I'm battle-scarred,
I'm wounded.
I've bled more than blood -
I've bled silence,
I've bled truth,
I've held my tongue.

I've crawled out of darkness,
fought to feel again,
walked at 2 a.m
In the pouring rain.

I've lied,
to hide my pain.

I've stood up,
l've not stayed down -
I've adjusted
my worn-out crown.

ظننتُ الحبّ فكانَ سرابًا
ظننتُ أنَّني قد حُببتُ كما ينبغي،
وكمْ توهمتُ في نرجسياتٍ عشقتُهُنَّ عشقًا سرمدي!
في كلِّ واحدةٍ منهنَّ، رأيتُ ازدواجًا يجرحُ قلبي النَّقيّ.
تعلَّقتُ بفكرةِ حبِّهنَّ حتى انشطرَ عقلي الصفي،
وَسعتُ روحي وكياني لأحملَ حبًّا لم يكنْ يومًا حقيقيًّا في السَّماواتِ العُلى.
حفرتُ عميقًا في ذاتي، لِأُفسحَ مجالًا لشياطينهنَّ وإساءاتهنَّ،
ظننتُ أنَّ بهذا سيغدو حبُّهنَّ لي واقعًا لا منتهي.
كمْ تكررَ ذاتَ الضَّررِ اللعينِ، وذاتُ الصَّواريخِ التي فجَّرتْ فؤادي،
لكنْ في وجوهٍ مختلفةٍ عبرَ الزَّمانِ، تُعيدُ ذاتَ المآسي.
فقط لأُدركَ أخيرًا أنَّني لم أتلقَّ حبًّا قطُّ، حبًّا نقيًّا،
كنقاءِ حبِّي حينَ أُدركُ عيوبَهنَّ ومخططاتِهنَّ وإساءاتِهنَّ،
ومع ذلكَ أختارُ أنْ أُقدِّمَ الحبَّ واللُّطفَ والصِّدقَ في كلِّ اتِّجاه.
حبٌّ حقيقيٌّ، من فرطِ صدقهِ، يبدو عاديًّا لعينٍ لا تعرفُ الحبَّ،
حبٌّ يحملُ قلبَ أمٍّ حنونةٍ، وصرامةَ أبٍ حصينٍ.
حبٌّ طاهرٌ، بمجرَّدِ أنْ تنطقَ أحرفُه، تُصبحُ مُلزمًا بوضعِهم أوَّلًا،
أنْ تفهمَ نفسيتَهم كخبيرٍ نفسيٍّ بارعٍ، ومع ذلكَ تختارُ أنْ تُساعدَهم.
أنْ تنظرَ في أعينِهم، وترى كلَّ الحقيقةِ التي تُلوّيها كلماتُهم، في كلِّ لسان.
أخيرًا أعترفُ لنفسي، ولكِ، وللعالمِ أجمعَ:
لم أُحبَّ يومًا كما ينبغي أنْ أُحَبَّ،
والمأساةُ الكبرى، أنني أحببتُ كلَّ واحدةٍ منهنَّ
كما لو كنتُ نبيًّا يهدي روحًا عمياءَ إلى سُبلِ الجنَّةِ.
فلتتلاشَ كلُّ العاهراتِ اللواتي واعدتُهنَّ وأحببتُهنَّ
في مهاوي الجحيمِ، ولتتفسَّخْ أرواحُهنَّ في لَظى النِّيرانِ.
فلتُسلّي صرخاتُهنَّ الشياطينَ، وألا يُسمعَ لهنَّ صوتٌ،
أو يُعثرَ عليهنَّ أبدًا في بؤسِ الزَّمانِ.
فليعيشنَ بقيةَ حياتهنَّ في عذابٍ مُقيمٍ،
وليُفضحنَ على حقيقتهنَّ أمامَ الأعيانِ.
وليرحمِ اللهُ عقلي وروحي، من كلِّ هذا الخِذلانِ.

writing is needed
as an outlet and release
when sadness builds up

If I may,

I want to be buried like heated nickel,
Deep into your cooling waters,
My shredded skin revealed my vibrant and scarred colors,
Where my cracks were filled with gold,
I yearn to know what it’s like to be exposed,
Naked beyond naked, where my soul feels a solemn breeze,
Where my lungs dare to breathe.

I want to know if you like ink knows paper,
Transformative in alchemy,
We can combine and dilute the solvent of our mixture,
Concentrated star dust irradiated by lost love,
If only I can bathe in you.

New and shiny
very tiny though
I'm sure they used to be bigger
in fact
everything used to be bigger
and even through
years of rampant inflation
things are definitely smaller.

You are the most beautiful flower
In the garden of my heart and
I can't stop looking at you and
I am forever drawn to your
Beauty like a bee to nectar
I love you.

We can't know the sea's
depth without the swim,
Nor gauge tomorrow's
progress until it's lived.

Everything reveals
itself—in motion.