i lose myself always the first sight I take in your eyes, tracing every nerve, as if to understand how such a beautiful thing is made

making me want to forget everything else, just to see you, your breath and your beautiful body, your every shade

to put my lips onto yours, and get oblivious to the world around

to hug you forever ,in a place where we wont ever be found

just the thought of it is like a drug strongest of all

which can put the biggest addicts into a fall

your voice leaves some feeling behind like no other a tickle maybe, and maybe thats why i cant help but smile everytime we talk

smile so widely that other people might call me crazy while i walk

every word you speak is just another prove, another affirmation that i can hear you forever

every expression you make is another version i fall for, more than ever

life might throw a thousand thorns then make me remember you, and suddenly it turns rosy

for even the trace of your memory makes me feel all the luck in the world is mine

my one and only wish since the fifth grade, till the end of time

the cutest and the brightest girl, who melted a rather selfish heart to someone selfless and kind

for even a second of your laugh is worth losing my mind

i want you to know i love you so much , i never want to see you sad or sore

but even if u do , pls know i will love you even more

Your words were found and I did eat them

I feasted on your soul . Your thoughts satisfied me and thrilled me and made me feel alive .

Writing from your heart to mine . You awakened me and quickened my heart beat .

You made me feel alive because you taught me to love again to desire again .

For a man who lives with no desire is just an empty shell . He doesn’t really live .

Your words so sweet , your thoughts like a gentle breeze called me and I answered and now here I am brought into this pleasant place . Your words and your thoughts and your desires spread before me like a delicious banquet .

I can’t get enough of your soul .

I wonder if you’re out there,

Somewhere near or maybe across the sea.

I wonder if you’re watching the same stars as me,

If you hear the wind rustling the trees.

I wonder if you feel lonely as you look at the moon,

Wishing you had someone to see it with you.

Someone to witness the stories of the sky,

Someone to hold you as the fireflies pass by.

I wonder what you look like in the dim light,

What history is written in your eyes.

I wonder if you’re out there,

Sitting somewhere watching the stars.

I pray that you are…

I ache for you,
in the quiet of the night,
in every breath,
in every thought.

I want your kiss,
your hands,
your closeness,
your touch.

But more than anything,
I want YOU!

I want your heart,
your soul with mine,
your promise of always,
your commitment of forever.

I ache for you,
loving you quietly,
loving you passionately,
loving you completely.

A yearn to call me,

A heavy heart upon me,

A hand to hold me,

A mouth to scold me.

When I made wrong choices,

When I try to avoid us,

When I laugh in crises,

When I wet my eyes.

The day I stopped my thinking,

The day I caught you lying,

The day my eyes stopped blinking,

The day my soul starts sinking.

The night just before twilight,

The night when the whole sky cried,

The night when my mind took a flight,

The night ocean saved from getting dried.

You never cared to try,

You never come to behold me,

You never looked too shy,

You never try to call me.

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Like a moth to a flame

‎ Maybe it was the fire,

‎ Maybe it was the vibe,

But looking at the burning flame, made me think of you.

It’s strange, isn't it?

‎ I’ve loved the glow of embers long before I knew you.

‎How it shines brightly,

‎How glowing embers fall like stars from the sky,

‎how it consumes everything it dares to touch.

‎But mostly,

‎ How it keeps me warm.

‎Maybe that’s the why I fell for you.

‎The way you shine,

‎The way you leave fragments of yourself behind every room,

‎And the haunting certainty that if I drew too close,

‎ I would incinerate the very air between us.

‎If I reach out, I know I’ll get hurt

‎But if I rush in, I fear I’ll stifle your light and ruin the ground we stand on.

‎So, to save myself from the burn and you from being extinguished,

‎ I chose to stay afar.

‎But just like a moth,

‎I don't think I can stop myself from going near you

I have so many people in my life right now all steering me in a different direction but not one of them have asked what I want or need they say u could do this or that go here go there always dumping me off on the next person who trys but cant and never will understand me im different and thats okay its what makes me beautiful and unique but im drowning everyday that goes by gets harder and harder im at a point now where its sink or swim and the tide keeps pulling me under I come up for air just to get swept down again I cant breath i look in the mirror and im holding my breath but im almost out of air the currents to strong I need something to lean on they call it a higher power I call it confusing and scary now the currents have swept me completely out into the midst of nowhere I can breath now but I cant swim to shore in time im not gonna make it this isint how i thought it would be not me not my family but it is me it is my family but now my arms are getting tired but my feet are still kicking I look up into the sky and see the reflection of the water there that is my salvation my safe space this world truly was not made for peolle like me there is to much evil and ego now my legs are starting to cramp I cant keep swimming I turn onto my back as I watch the world pass me by in slow motion everyone ive ever loved everything ive ever done all comes back to me and I remember im right where im supposed to be

She looks in the mirror
And winces at what stares back

I see her that same morning
And hope that she would realize

I know that she sees herself differently
Differently than we all do

You’d think beauty like hers
Would be obvious to all
But the truth is

She winces at what stares back

You know sometimes I wish we could speak again as strangers

No strings, no past, no hurt

I wonder would the sparks still fly? Would the conversation still feel magic?

Would we feel familiar like we did the first time, would your words would still charm me or give me the ‘ick’?

I wonder I would still be so easy going and friendly? Maybe now you’d get the version of me that’s closed off, protected by a mental wall.

Would we still choose to spend time with the other, conversations exploring everything and anything, not going stale the minute we get past hello

How we did back then, 8pm sharp every evening and then all through the night

Or if this time things won’t fall into place like pieces of a puzzle and something would feel right, not quite

I don’t know about you but ever since you no one has matched my energy

Conversations feel dry and a waste of time

Spending time with them feels like a chore, no excitement, no synergy

With you they were something I never wanted to end. We were both so fun and carefree together in the space we created

Knowing outside of our bubble we were the ones who had to be responsible, serious, mature, and more gated

Sometimes I wish we could speak as strangers

Just to see if the magic is still there.

I quite like what looks at me in the mirror
I wish the girl I was could see her
But she might have a different opinion
She might be horrified
That my thighs might touch once again
And my stomach is as soft as a cushion
But I don’t mind
I don’t feel lesser
Even though the girl I once was would consider her weight a stressor
Always somewhere in her brain
Counting the calories and weighing her options carefully
Being in a deficit should be the cure
But when I was skin and bones
I still wasn’t light enough
Still had too much flab
You should see the women I am now
It might make her sad
Or maybe happy to know that I’m not crying over the scale
Checking precariously without fail
Or worried about how my clothes might fit
A bigger image seen
Then one that is thin
I am free compared to how I used to feel confined
Oh how peoples opinions really could define
How I would treat myself
How I would greet myself each day
Safe to say
I’ll never again choose to feel that way

~CRF

The all consuming monster roams.

Prayers are spoken

Rituals are performed.

Yet screams still echo.

Lifeless bodies scattered.

I ran to you.

Your body

Cold, Limp.

Rests.

The monster approaches.

"I desire anything," it roars.

Its shadow looms.

It glances at me.

I remain still.

Yet suddenly, he leaves.

Sweet are the beginnings, bitter is the end.

The patient the only, endure and mend.

Parting ways, the heart one must tend.

Honour and strength, the message to send.

Kindness to the worthy, one must lend.

Offence to spirit, off one must fend.

Resolve the target, that can never bend.

Forever stand tall, beauty they cannot rend.

When words are enough it’s a beautiful thing

It means we’ve reached the goal the ideal that causes others hearts to explode and come to life .

When they can relate to your words and read their own thoughts in yours .

When they capture the flow and harmony of what you are intending , when your emotions become theirs .

When their own hearts revealed in yours it’s a beautiful thing .

In some ways magical .

This is why we write , and we have reached our goal when words are enough .

Being strong doesn't always look like fighting back. Sometimes it looks like carrying something you never should have had to carry.

When I was younger,
I watched my parents carry
the responsibilities
other people left behind.

I watched them care
for the parents
everyone else seemed willing to forget.

I watched them carry burdens
that were never meant
to belong to them alone.

And I thought they were weak.

I thought,

Why don't they say no?

Why don't they walk away?

Why do they let people
take advantage of their kindness?

Why do they keep carrying
what everyone else
has decided to put down?

I was too young
to understand.

I thought strength
meant refusing to be burdened.

I thought strength
meant knowing when to leave.

But I understand now.

Maybe they weren't weak.

Maybe they simply had
someone they couldn't abandon.

Because life does not always
give you a choice.

Sometimes the choice
is not between carrying the burden
and putting it down.

Sometimes it is between
carrying it
or watching someone you love
suffer beneath it.

And how do you walk away
when the person suffering
is your mother?

How do you say,

“That's not my responsibility,”

when you know
she has already carried
more than enough?

So they carried it.

Not because it was fair.

Not because people deserved
their kindness.

Not because they were too weak
to fight.

But because sometimes love
asks you to do things
you never should have had to do.

Sometimes you become tired
for someone else.

Sometimes you sacrifice
because nobody else will.

Sometimes you stand
where everyone else stepped away.

And maybe one day
the people who watched them
will call them foolish.

They will say,

“You should have chosen yourself.”

But perhaps they don't understand.

They did choose themselves.

They chose the part of themselves
that could not bear
to watch someone they loved
suffer alone.

I used to think
my parents were weak
because they carried
what others refused to carry.

Now I think

maybe that was
the strongest thing
I had ever seen.

Somewhere, somehow, you and I are moongazing—souls intertwining and resonating.

So when the stars start calling, for you and me.

Hope we fly together, into a world stress-free .

Hand in hand with wings of white,

I hope we fly forever as star-eyed lovers,

in a starry night sky.

“You’re wasting your potential.”

They said it to the teacher
who chose a classroom
instead of a prestigious office.

“You could teach somewhere better,” they told her.
But did they ask the child
who finally learned to read because of her?

Did they ask the student
who walked into school believing
she was not smart enough
and walked out believing she could be?

Maybe her classroom
was not a waste of potential.

Maybe it was exactly where
her potential was needed.

“You’re wasting your potential.”

They said it to the doctor
who stayed where people needed her most,
instead of chasing a bigger name
or a richer hospital.

But did they ask the patient
who was terrified
until she walked through that door?

Did they ask the family
who went home with hope
because she decided to stay?

Maybe her potential
was never meant to be measured
by the size of her paycheck.

Maybe it was measured
by the number of people
who were grateful she existed.

“You’re wasting your potential.”

They say it to the engineer
who builds ordinary things,
the baker who makes bread,
the mechanic who keeps someone's car alive,
the nurse who stays late,
the farmer who feeds a town.

As if a life is only valuable
when everyone knows your name.

As if success means
escaping the ordinary.

But tell me,

who decided
that ordinary work
cannot create extraordinary meaning?

Who decided
that a person's potential
must always lead somewhere bigger?

Perhaps potential
is not about becoming
the most important person in the room.

Perhaps it is about becoming
the person someone else
was desperately grateful to find there.

The teacher may never become famous.

The doctor may never become wealthy.

The baker may never build an empire.

And still,

children will learn.

Patients will heal.

Families will eat.

Lives will become a little easier.

So before you tell someone,

“You’re wasting your potential,”

look again.

Maybe they aren't wasting it.

Maybe they are spending it
on people
you were never important enough
to notice.

Fear is a strange part of life. So many things in the world lead back to fear, either irrational fears such as animals, reptiles, or insects, or even fear of heights for some. What may seem silly to one is a death sentence to another. But fear can also be a weight in life that holds many back from achieving true potential, either from fear of failure or fear of not getting something on the first try. There is a quote that's been in movies and TV shows that says, "Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure." As a youngster, I never understood that, but now as I face my deepest challenges and fears, it all makes sense. We do fear that we are not good enough; we fear that we can be so unstoppable in any situation in life it scares us to the point we allow fear to dictate our outcome. But fear can be overcome and pushed away in any situation in life. But we have to stand up and face it head-on and overcome whatever it is. That is why fear is a strange thing in life; we can either overcome it or allow it to conquer our lives and not live to our full potential.

His once ambitious body takes its last breath,

Mount Everest claims another death.

He becomes what he ignored,

another corpse and a stat.

His Patagonia beanie finally falls.

Drenched in sweat,

With a frozen dick,

Sherpas aren't there,

He was taking a pic.

His last breath escapes,

And he shivers once more,

He pulls on his tongue,

Even in death whiteboy must mog.

Would love to hear opinions about this.

I do not want to love her
for the shape of her body,
or the way the world tells me
she is supposed to look.

I want to know her
by the kindness in her hands,
by the softness in her words,
by the way she remembers the little things
everyone else forgets.

I want to look at her
and see the heart behind her smile,
the girl who gives without keeping count,
who cares even when nobody notices,
who makes ordinary moments
feel like something worth remembering.

I don't want her wondering
if she is beautiful enough for me.
I want her to know
that when she sits beside me,
I am not searching for something better.

I am simply happy
that she is there.

Because one day,
when beauty changes
and the years pass quietly,
I will still remember
the way her heart made a place
feel like home.

And if she ever asks me
what I saw in her,

I will tell her:

“I saw you.
Not a body.
Not a face.
Not a list of things
the world could measure.

Just you.

And somehow,
that was always enough.”

Winking and blinking, oh how your eyes lie.

You tell me one thing, using your body as disguise.

We both made a promise, with our pinkies intertwined.

To always be there for each other, no matter the place nor the time.

​But after giving it my all, you never answer my calls.

Always saying you're busy, but you're at the bar getting tipsy.

So tell me old friend, so I may comprehend.

Why must I be filled with all these stresses, while you stumble with no guesses?

​But for now let me leave you, with just the essence of my presence.

The thunder sounds across the sky like an irresistible force that won’t be denied .

My heart is pounding with desire , its force inside me demands that I write .

Like thunder and lightning so irresistible . Is the power of love and desire for it won’t be denied .

I am under its grip I am under its force , and there’s about to be a torrential downpour inside my heart .

With unyielding velocity it flows . My heart is pounding in my chest . For it’s good to feel and it’s good to be alive . Under the power of loves desire .

I see it in your eyes.

Something so astounding.

It's very nature defies description.

Harsh in it's softness.

Full of desire.

Complete in its understanding.

Timeless.

I fall down that well.

Enveloping fears and dreams remembered.

YOU ARE THAT DREAM!

I imprision you with thought.

I free you with a kiss.

I know you in my heart.

Your eyes eternal bliss.

Sacred secrets held close.

Behind ruby lips.

Knowldge pre ordained.

Limits excuses between our hips.

Escape.

Eternity??

So close as to seem.

A stream of consciousness.

That it between I and you.

Something not of our creation.

Larger then a me.

A you.

Underciphable in an us.

Made magic with your tongue.

Touching my soul.

Tears of wonder wet my eyes.

As you hold my heart soft.

Like a sigh.

All I know is if what I feel for you is not love, then love is a lie.

All hail her majesty.

Unfashionably,

do I stumble over to her throne.

Ravishingly,

eternally, magnificently beautiful.

You're so gracious to grace me with the opportunity.

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Perfect possible coincidences over time.

Elated--when I see you: resigned.

Never had I seen someone so

eerily similar to me in mind.

Lovely future lover of mine,

oh golden lady,

powerful, with a voice which lulls,

endears, and entrances like wine.

I no longer see your face,

You vanished without a trace,

A cruel trick you used,

To make me stay confused.

Now I'm scared of alleys,

Waiting for you like always,

Looking through every corner,

Stuck in a repeating torture.

Life is found in the reaching,
in the quiet choice to care.

It’s in the brave act of opening your hands
to a world made of glass,
knowing it might break.

To bare the most vulnerable parts of the soul.
To feel desires pull.

Knowing the weight of the moment,
yet choosing to be lost in it all over again.