MARCH 2024 COMPILATION

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XCI - The external forces that bind us to one another;
XCII - Love in no man's land;
XCIII - Rise and shine;
XCIV - Suicidal no more;
XCV - Soulless poetry;
XCVI - Her voice;
XCVII - Say ´No' to violence;
XCVIII - The day I was weak;
XCIX - A new chapter in our lives;
C - Third monthsary.

XCI

The External Forces That Bind Us To One Another 

Taught me, Apollo, to perfect the arts of the pen,

So I could return your love through poems times ten.

Showed me, Athena, the way of the sword,

So I could fight for you if it wasn't enough with the power of the word.

Blessed me, Artemis, with the skills of hunt,

To empower us and all adversities confront.

Taught you, the angels, the way of the strong,

So you could face all those who did you wrong.

Showed you, the Lord, the path you had to follow,

To find the piece that would make you feel less hollow.

Blessed you, the heavens, to be the healer and guide,

Of the boy who got long lost and died inside.

As different forces drawn us together,

From Olympus and the Heavens,

Our life turned out for the better,

And there was no more stormy weather.

Like bard and heroine, knight and Queen,

We'll get to that treasure which many coveted but never seen.

True Love in its most pure essence.

XCII

Love In No Man’s Land

There were once a girl and a boy,

That lived separated by thousands of miles,

In a dark world devoid of all love and joy.

Shapeless monsters lurked here and there, night and day,

Haunting them as they looked for colors,

In places where these were already, by them, washed away.

They both survived and lived as they could,

With little to no interest in romance, yet longing to be understood,

In a world of mindless, wild, and man-shaped beasts.

One night, however, the girl chose to send an online letter,

To a random boy she's found on the site,

To offer him a helping hand and wish him to get better,

For he's been also struggling, his soul turning benight.

The boy replied to her as soon as he could,

Unaware that their interaction could do them both much good,

And so began the lovely tale of the girl and the boy,

Who found at last hope in a world devoid of love and joy.

In reality, like them, many people feel lonely and disconnected,

Yet only a few can find a friend or lover where it's less expected,

As the unfortunate hopeless are devoured 

By the shapeless beasts of the mind,

Consumed by the evils lying within mankind confined.

XCIII

Rise and Shine

Wakey, Wakey, my sweetheart!

The day won’t start, nor will the sun shine,

Till you open your precious brown eyes,

Which needless to say, are a work of art.

XCIV

Suicidal No More

I must confess, my depression bid adieu,

The very moment I received genuine love from you.

I said so, many times, through several rhymes,

Because I never felt more free.

I had no idea that with you, this happy I’d get to be.

My heart is now filled with love only.

There’s no longer space for despair,

And for that, I thank you truly.

You revealed to me a side I wasn’t aware was there,

The light buried deep within me, drifting in the ocean of my soul, all alone.

I stopped wishing for Thanatos to take me with him. 

I no longer let my mind have thoughts so cruel and grim.

I refused to obey the voice and harm my own body.

Instead, I relied on my heart and chose to heal and disembody my pain. 

I’ve been given purpose, started dreaming again, to let you know your efforts weren’t in vain.

I have thus become your poet and knight, 

Who’ll love and watch over you, each day and night. 

Needless to say, in return, I too shall help you heal too, my dear,

By remaining always faithful, loving, loyal, and sincere.

I’ll do it all for our love to triumph, I’ll do anything for you.

XCV

"Soulless Poetry"

All the things I write,

The words I arrange into sentences,

That may or may not rhyme, just don't feel right,

Comparing my rubbish with actual pros' and novices' poetry, I've noticed crucial differences.

My verses feel soulless, even emotionless,

As if written by a machine of sorts, which I can assure ain't the case,

While other people's works feel like a caress,

That appeals to the feelings of the recipient with a nostalgic embrace.

I noticed also a vocabulary so poor and meaningless in my writing

While in other people's works

I've found images and entire worlds, instead of words

Meaning then that is not a matter of basic or advanced wording

I am no poet, and at this point, I have no intention

To ever become one publicly, but needless to mention,

As evidenced earlier, I desire to learn the art,

And perfect it, to captivate the reader's heart.

I just want to be my sweetheart's poet,

And hers alone, to gift her only the best of me,

Poems so heartfelt and affectionate,

That show her that my love for her, true, will forever be.

But all the crap I write as of tonight,

The words I poorly arrange into rhyming sentences,

Still don't feel right,

Comparing my garbage with actual pros' and novices' poetry, I've noticed crushing differences.

XCVI

Her Voice

She might not like her voice,
But when I listen to it,
Man, I can't help but rejoice.

Her voice sounds like a colorful and sweet melody,
Enough to melt my cold heart and make me sigh.
I dare say it's even harmonious.

When she tells me she loves me,
I just feel special and fall harder for her,
And even more when I hear her laugh.
Oh, when she laughs, I just feel as overjoyed as I can be.

Her voice is the only one I want to listen to for the rest of my life,
To make her feel special and joyful is my ultimate goal,
And so is, someday, to ask her to be my one and only wife.

 XCVII

 Say “No” To Violence 

If I ever insult you,

No matter the reason,

Simply leave me and start anew.

Don't ever forgive me

If I ever abuse you emotionally or in any way.

Just leave, I'll let you be.

If I ever harm you physically,

Don't have mercy on me, don't think twice.

Say goodbye, I'll understand uncritically.

Don't let me take control of this life that's yours only.

If I were to become such a freak,

I'd choose to leave and be, yet again, lonely.

If I ever were to hurt you in any way,

I'll let you go, I know I'll do.

Because I'd hate to make you suffer and live in dismay.

I will not think it twice, for as much as it hurts,

If you're safer and happier away,

Then so be it, there's nothing that violence scars reverts.

If I ever stalk or harass you,

Or touch you without consent, we must keep distance.

I know it won't be easy, but that'd be the right thing to do.

I will leave you as soon as I'm aware

That I'm doing more harm than good.

For that's not the true love I promised you, my feelings I won't spare.

I won't make promises I can't keep.

If I can change I will, but if I ever harm you, I don't deserve nor want any second chances.

I will do anything to make you happy and never again weep.

I'm not running away, I just care a lot,

For I've seen some of these horrors firsthand.

If I ever catch the evils of misogyny, we shall break up on the spot.

XCVIII

The day I was weak

I broke down that night and asked you to, please, leave my side,

Knowing quite well that isolating myself would be in vain.

I told you about my struggles at home and my urge to suicide,

But you realized I spit all that negativity out of pain.

With just a few questions, after reading all my nonsense,

You took me out of that hell and brought me back to reality.

My eyes you opened with your questions and reassuring words, my body felt less tense.

You did a great job even though, as you well said, that ain't your specialty.

That midnight we strengthened our bond a bit more,

And I promised to try and be more honest with you,

To not lie if I'm having a bad day and feeling sad or,

If there is something wrong in general.

I apologize for you bearing with all my drama train,

But it's all better now, I believe.

Once again you reminded me what I am truly fighting for again,

For my golden dream, which is to get us a future of love and wealth in which to live,

Happily ever after despite the obstacles.

XCIX

A new chapter in our lives

The more I drowned & wished to be devoured by loneliness,

The closer I got to finding you.

All that I intended to do,

My plans about leading a depressing hermit life,

Lie now lost into nothingness.

And I have no complaints, for instead,

We both found shelter in each other's hearts.

We've found true love, the finest and most desired of life's arts.

Be it by chance or by the will of fate's red thread,

You gave life back to a version of me I deemed dead.

You became the perfect muse for my love poems,

And I, at last, more than just a soulless writer wannabe.

You added your sweetness to my once terrible morning tea,

And I desired more than ever to serve and love you.

I dare say that with our bond, the shadows of life we'll easily subdue.

This is a new chapter in our lives.

It does to me so much good, and I hope it does so for you as well.

Just like you brought hope to my personal hell and my fiends you could expel,

I'll gladly fight yours with the pen and sword till we clear the path

To the future we both desire, just have faith and do the math.

We'll be together in less time than expected, soon we'll see how this blessing to us arrives.

C

Third Monthsary

Three months

Of sharing moments of laughter and tears,

Of talking about our dreams and fears.

Twelve weeks

Of learning how to love and be loved, each day a bit more,

Opening up to our vulnerabilities, our soul's hidden lore.

Ninety days

Of exploring each other's hearts like a maze,

Of learning how to navigate its paths through love's blinding haze.

Two thousand one hundred sixty hours,

Walking through a garden of blooming flowers,

And dark and depressing dungeons in each other's soul's towers.

One hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred minutes,

Making each other's days brighter, scaring away rain clouds

That got us stuck in a haunting, misty shroud.

Seven million seven hundred seventy-six thousand seconds,

Falling endlessly in love with each other in all aspects,

Falling endlessly in love with each other's perfects, flaws, and defects.

Seven months ago,

None of us would have had expected a simple letter to

Lead us to a love that is so innocent, pure, and true.

Happy Three Months, Dianne, my Queen.

Though there are parts of each other that we have yet not seen,

I dare say, that it is safe to assume now, that definitely a bright future together awaits us.