Star Crossed

 

Love is a verb.

It's watching you dance and staring at your smile.

It's the way i can't look away.

Love is noun.

It's the warmth i feel around you and your presence i always miss.

Love is something i would shout out loud, knowing i couldn't.

and Love is an adjective.

It's how sweet you smell and the gentleness of your touch.

Love is how lively you make me feel.

K, i can't wait another life,

one where we belong together.

One where i can love you, 

but not only in silence.

˜UnsentLetters from u/melancholicbaby

You Made Me Cry...

 

You made me cry.
It caught me so off-guard because you haven't done anything to hurt me.

Quite the opposite.

You broke me wide open and shined light on the ways I've been settling for less in my life.

You somehow managed to do this with minimal words.

This sounds so lame but it was truly your presence that stirred so much up inside of me.

F*ck, I'm crying right now thinking about you.

The way your eyes gently pierce through my defenses, straight to my essence.

The way you listen and absorb little details in conversation.

The warm, buzzing energy you radiate when you're close.

Your goofy laugh that sprouts up when you let your guard down.

You are truly remarkable.

They say you rarely remember what a person said to you, 

you remember how made you feel.

Even if our story doesn't end up being romcom and even if we end up as background characters in each other's lives,

I'll always remember how you made me feel.

You've changed me for the better and that's a pretty good reason to cry if you ask me.

_written by: u/kaleidoscope-Vision

Wistful Smile

 

I blinked my heavy tired eyes

In fleeting seconds hope I would find

Your smiling face that brings delight

To my once aching heart. 

Just like a mist, readily gone

That's how you synced your time to mine

In just  few seconds you were gone 

Now I am wishing I crossed your mind.

Yes, that's what reality is!

Hellos and goodbyes are said inevitably

Hoping your plans went well with you

That is what my hearts desire for you.

guestpost by ThinkerBelle

|photo by billymacdeus @ Manila Bay|

Waiting Moonlights

 

Waiting Moonlights

It's the calmness and the arresting peace; 

layered by the soft breeze of summer.

waiting moonlights, one summer evening.

a quarter to seven -- dusk, maybe?

Maybe i want to see the glorious moonlight; 

trying to surface from the transcending clouds.

Lights, slowly... willingly shining upon.

a witnessing sight to wonder, somehow.

And there you go, finally smiling... 

your moonshine - - - beyond profound.

Indescribable, as you get to manifest the

exquisite beauty, leaving me speechless.

~billymacdeus ® poetry

Immortalizing You

 
Civilly, shooting stars are falling beside your gaze, even on your shadows; actually... at all angles,
but you didn't care.

you kept on shining your glow, to the darkest of the nights, and you generously shared your iridescence

i was amazed -- as usual... things like:

your super duper nice ability to magnetize my attention-- they way you make your point,

the way you flash your grin-- at times arresting me with longing to lock you in my arms,

your listening skills--allowing me to express further my trains of thought,

the way you convince (and the way you influence) at all levels, was truly impressive -- a proof that you're a wide reader.

i could go on, and on.. describing you, and the list will be endless

and i will never get tired - i guess,

it just so happened, like a bat of an eye -- "kisapmata" in the Filipino word --- our intimacy, how it blossomed.

i'm happy yeah, and i could feel the mutual happiness too, on your end.

it's a fulfilling sense of euphoria... if there's anything beyond that description; i admit --- that should be it.

composed: June 11, 2021

~bmvd ® poetry

I Love Trees

To say I love trees

is already to say too little—

for how does one measure devotion

to something that teaches you how to stand

without applause?

I love trees is an understatement, of course i will always love you --

You are silence itself,

rooted and unflinching

in the middle of the night,

when the world holds its breath

and even the moon seems unsure.

You do not explain the darkness—

you simply remain within it.

Silent as a dead in the middle of the night -- you can be that!

You are also movement,

alive with a thousand green tongues,

leaves swaying like whispered secrets

caught between wind and will.

You rustle, yes—

but never in haste,

never in anger.

Even your noise is gentle,

as if the air has learned manners

just to pass through you.

Vibrant as your leaves get to sway by the winds, rustling and yet, gentle -- you can be that!

You are the deaf-mute witness

to our small human dramas—

arguments that flare and fade,

laughter that spills then disappears,

promises made too quickly on street corners.

You say nothing,

yet you remember everything.

Your rings hold time

the way oceans hold salt.

Deaf-mute witness, to what is happening around the block -- you can be that! 

You offer shade

without keeping score.

No complaint, no ledger,

no demand for thanks.

You cool tired foreheads,

shelter quiet conversations,

and allow children to believe

the world is kinder than it is.

Provider of shades, without complaining -- you can be that!

Even when cut,

you give.

Even when burned,

you leave warmth behind.

Even when fallen,

you teach us gravity—

how everything that rises

must one day rest.

A refuge of comfort, when the sun scorches the skin, willingly soothes -- you can be that!

I love you not because you are beautiful

(though you are),

but because you endure.

Because you grow slowly,

because you trust the earth,

because you do not hurry us.

To love trees

is to love patience,

is to believe that staying

can be an act of courage.

And so—

yes.

I will always love you.

Thank you, is all i can say...

dearest Tree.

_

billymacdeus ®poetry