­Hope in the Shape of Crescent Moons, Belief in the Shape of Stars

The scruffs of sneaker, toes, and sandals fill the atmosphere.
This cadence echoes within our boundaries,
Creating a bittersweet melody of alliances.

Within this moment, we come together as one.
This circle of unity carries such passion
There is no discrimination against the fighters,
Controversies won't hold us back.

On our outer limit, mourning for losses and prayers ring to the sky.
In our inside stance, life is celebrated and wellness gratified for.
As one, we are untouchable.

Portraying a solid ground,
Welcoming to the weak in need of support.
Hope is a medicine that cures the most ailing disease.

Come, link arms with me, expand this ellipse of strength.
With our own personal reasoning will be what fuels our drive.
For today is the day we provide hope,
And tomorrow is the day we provide relief...

Who Said Chivalry Was Dead?

Remaining an epitome,
And iconic figure almost,
After the countless battles endured.

You keep standing strong,
With pride and hope intact.
Defining the obstacles thrown in your way.

This shining armor you wore so proudly,
Was stripped from you
Without any absolute forewarning.

This heinous theft has been inflicted among us before.
But repetition never soothes oozing wounds,
Just accommodates the pain.

Despite the trauma,
You find enough scraps of metal,
To shelter not only yourself, but the ones you love the most.

Throwing every ounce of energy,
Talent and determination into this masterpiece.
You’ll compile a masters piece, radiating more than the past ones.

Since birth, you’ve sheltered her heart.
Keeping it safe and warm until enough trust is gained,
For you to hand it off to that lucky fellow.

Now, the moment had arrived to return the spoils.
She’ll support you, and believe in you
Enough to get you through the darkness.

We’ll be the soldiers, fighting with bare hands,
And you’ll be the commander in chief,
Putting your life on the line to save us all.

The only force strong enough to tear us apart,
Is the one beyond the depths of this universe…

A B C D E F H G ITHKYOUSHOULDLEAVE.

You stare at her as though there is nothing else within these walls around you.

Zealous to her every move, her dance is your show.

Absent mindedly, you miss me in the crowd.

But it’s nothing new for me to be

Conjured together with the crowd in your mind’s cliché.

Daily, I try my hardest to stand out, and catch someone’s gaze.

Even the slightest of my flaws will drive you away. I

Fight to be recognized, and not be outshined by your peers.

Girls with more attractive features seem to win this with ease.

Hedonist thought that cloud your eyesight,

Is a comprehendible reason as to why you drool over them.

Judicious eyes tend to block out the review made by your heart.

Kindly saunter over to her, play that role of awkward and embarrassingly cute.

Listening to her words but interpreting her body, I am a spectator,

Mentally envying her for her calm and smooth state of being.

Novice moves don’t impress her, and she tosses you aside,

Occupied by someone better, funnier, and a lot more charming.

Personally, I wouldn’t have let you slipped by, for I

Questioned your heart and saw much more in return.

Resentfulness for that girl clouds my conscience.

Seeing as how she breaks hearts,

To make hers stronger and immune to more shatters.

Undermining insecurities were resurfaced, but it wasn’t your fault.

Vexing judgments about myself was the final outcome of all this.

Why take a stand now? Because I’m through with being overlooked at…

The Advantage of an Unreturned Text Message.

Closure has just been delivered to me.
It was uncalled for, and forceful.
But was so truthfully benefiting in prevalent ways.
Now I’m certain, my decision was a correct one.

I was surprised, that I could gain so much,
From something so simplistic.
Nothing complicated, and no answer needed.
But the idea, that my capabilities did reach this far.

It was never your fault to tie me down this harshly.
I doubt you even knew how tight your grasp was.
But now that I cut the strings created by my own confusion,
I can move on to something with a steadier progression.

Consider me now the butterfly you admire from afar.
With a spunky, confident, and self-empowered flight pattern,
That you would have never expected to have seen from this caterpillar.
Yes, that cocoon spun out of insecurities, was within your possession at some point.

Apart from gaining a sense of freedom,
I have now recollected my confidence.
And this inability to believe in myself, that was carried for two years,
Has suddenly vanished in an instant.

I want to personally thank you for this journey you provided.
I’ve learned a lot about who I am, what I would give up,
And how strongly I would stand by my morals.
You’ve set the standards high on what I want out of a companion,

From now on, there will be no more yearning.
Catheterize constant torture in my mind.
No more scrutiny on my part,
Because that just tore through me easier.

Just know this is my farewell to you, for good and long.
Even though the hello was only one sided...

The Diagnostic Psyche of Separation Anxiety.

My heart is cruel to me.
I’m a tragic, devastating devoted mess,
And no one seems to have the remedy to this.

I wonder if I’m truly craving you.
The holistic form of what you think,
How you act, and the effect that it has on me…

Or am I craving something resembling this existence of yours?
With your same mindset, outlook
And compatibility of matching wounds…

Do you know how excruciatingly painful it is,
To replay every short second spent with you, every sentence shared,
Wondering what kind of thoughts were running through your head.
And if by any miracle they matched mine?

I’ve told myself time and time again,
That I just CAN’T have you.
But just because my intellectuality has registered that,
Doesn’t mean my heart is willingly following these orders.

If I could turn off these nagging emotions,
As easily as I turn off my sense of judgment when I’m around you,
I wouldn’t have such a substantial dilemma on my hands.

No one else notices the severity of this sickness.
If anyone was to find the elixir to end all of this,
I would down the bottle in a matter of seconds.

I would attempt any solution to end this, once and for all.
Because it’s sickening how you flood my thoughts,
Without giving it an ounce of effort.

Would you consider me selfish?
To desire something so strongly,
But something as simple as a conversation,
To call ours, and reminisce later on.

But once again, I’ll conceal these emotions.
Because the risk of spilling my heart to you,
And having you reject it,
Will send me to the most crazed level of insanity.