He is to me what kings are to their knight,
Who grants me trials that shape and make me strong.
He is the dawn that banishes the night,
Who gives me truth when all the world feels wrong.

He is a compass when I lose my way,
A steady hand when storms begin to rise.
His words are stars that help me not to stray,
A spark of fire beneath the cloudy skies.

He is to me the book the wise revere,
Each page a path to knowledge deep and wide.
He speaks, and thoughts long buried reappear,
A tide of wonder I no more can hide.

In every lesson, he bestows me grace—
A guide, a torch, the sun upon my face.

My heart, still haunted by you, star-crossed dear
Forever poisoned by enchanted song
The anger, heartbreak, melancholic fear
usurped sweet shards of time when you were gone.

Choked chasm of a soul, yet I cannot cry,
Sanctity of my sanity laid bare,
My shattered mind continuing the lie
That the person who loved me is still there.

And my eternal torture shall not fade,
In my chest there lies a broken viola,
You would think me mad that I have not strayed,
But my soul, it denies me a Volta.

Madly I loved her, and madly I kept,
Sadly the madness is all that is left.

There have been so many thoughts
running through my mind
that it leaves my heart in knots
and my existence so blind.

"Why do I feel cast aside?"
"Why am I being rejected?"
These thoughts make me want to hide
because it makes me feel so dejected.

The thoughts I have keep coming back,
I then ask myself, "is it me?"
"Is there something that I lack?"
"or is it something bigger that I can't see?"

"Will it always be like this?"
I don't want to reminisce.

this is a song
it’s about math
it’s not too long
i’m sure of that.

math has always
been quite fun
and you’ll never faze
the endless puns.

math can be easy
math can be hard
but it’s never cheesy
it’s never charred

well, that’s all for this poem today
but math? it’ll always be there, in a way.

Thy naked flesh,
O' so beautiful-
Kissed by the moon,
Tickled by the stars,
Their light shines off thee,
Wet to the touch,
Salty to the taste,
Marred by the stain of sin,
From my crimsoned lips

I'm wading in the waning evening light
awaiting to be washed ashore in song
together dancing in the cusp of night -
oh, won't you waltz with me forever long?
From panoramic dusk to moonlight's yawn
meandering along your southern shore
our dance will persevere into the dawn -
these twilight steps I've always known before.
With guiding hands you set a lively pace,
engulfing journeyed soles in rhythmic peace
and feeding weary soul with easy grace -
like footsteps disappearing in the sea.
In time to singing waves does my heart beat
as every sun and moon shall rise, repeat.

I address this letter to you, in part
to speak of a new time in my life.
For a dashing beau has stolen my heart -
your youngest is set to become a wife!
His touch is cold as a December day,
but his heart’s warm as the high summer sun.
He doesn’t seem the type to go and stray,
just don’t expect grandbabes - he ain’t much fun!
He’s a striking gentleman, famous too,
and he pens the most beautiful of works!
So, with this, my life shall begin anew.
Hello city folk, goodbye Georgia berks!
If y’all plan to meet, you’re plum outta luck,
alas, my dear Edgar is dead as ****.

- t.h.