Poetry and Stories

A poem I wrote when I was going though a hard time, when I was really depressed:

Dear all hearts red
Pumping blood until we're dead
Come and sing with me my dearest friend
Laugh and dance until the end
I feel so lost, my head, my heart, my eyes in pain
What I did was all in vain
I can see what I did, I know what's wrong
I didn't laugh or join in the song
They called me their friend and I knew they lied
Time went by and inside I died
I'm rotten, all the way from skin to core
Too angry, too weird, too much of a bore
I would like it so much if I could just disappear now
I would like it so much, but I don't know how
Even if I knew there are still people who love me
What would they do if I seized to be
So I'm stuck, locked into my body, my cage
Getting even more rotten, with my ever growing rage
I did nothing wrong, and yet it happened because of what I did
Because it wasn't my faults, but my good qualities that I hid
I pretended to be someone I'm not
I'm guessing that's why I'm now left to rot

Some of my old poetry in this link:

Runoff from Ripples from the River of My Thoughts

I have three ongoing stories. Two are BL and One is  kdrama style novel if they seem up your ally please check them out. 

https://www.webnovel.com/book/14519948806699205/You-Plus-Me-Equals 

Leo is just a normal guy in college. Every day is the same. That is until Max shows up in his life and turns everything upside down.

Now he is stuck in a crazy entanglement with Max as they both try to discover just what being in love means. Especially when what they are feeling and how to deal with those feelings, means coming to terms with a growing change inside of them.

https://www.webnovel.com/book/14654111705195705/Tie-Him-To-Me-(Tie-Him-To-Me-Series) 

22yr old Heart is at the point where his life is only about simply making it through the day.

But one night he meets a man, unbeknownst to him this is Fate, who in a rash decision ties five red strings of Fate onto Heart. However, Heart has no idea the lives of five people are now tied to him and that due to that difficult encounter, six peoples lives including his own are about to drastically change. How will the six people survive the huge turn of events thrown into their stories, forever entangling all their lives together in a web of love, hate, and friendship? 

https://tapas.io/series/Lines-Crossed 

Mina Taylor is a twenty-year-old nursing student who is ready for commitment.
She is going to marry the love of her life, a doctor and her childhood friend Ryan. After four years surrounded by a world of love, it really feels like she could have it all.
But then that world changes.
Following her dreams, she moves to a new country and starts drawing just as she always wanted in her heart.

Five years later, just as her luck always turns, the man she is working for is a charlatan who steals one of her own projects. Fired, thrown out, and in despair, she heads home and decides to end it all. End her work, end-all her misery, and maybe just end herself...
Her plan is foiled halfway through, her luck throws her for a loop yet again. As even in death, it all backfires when she is suddenly sucked into another dimension!

How far can someone go to find their own happiness? And how far will she go to prove that it's real, and something worth fighting for?

I wrote this months ago and found it again today.

The thud of Matthias’s boots hitting pavement in the alley could be heard by all of the adjacent houses. Anyone still awake could look outside to see him holding back tears, and kicking loose cans. His chest heaved and his throat closed. The pain from his body mirrored the pain in his heart.

Only a few more steps, Matthias thought as he neared the edge of the alley.

He finally looked up when he reached the bottom of the blue staircase, his staircase. The bright hues reminded him of his mother. They had spent hours painting it. His mother loved to paint.

Matthias bent down to smell the closest flower. It’s leaves still browner than they should be. Damage left by an old lady who no longer could take care of herself, let alone the beautiful young flower. As he gently stroked the softened petals tears began to fall. A mixture of the bitter tears he had been suppressing, and tears of joy seeing the flower healing from mistreatment. His tears splashed onto the soil, barely wetting the dry dirt.

“I’ll be back.” He said, placing the pot back down and continuing his climb.

Each step held a new flower for him to behold. Many different types and colors, all dressed in green. All of them rescued from places where they’d slowly wither away and die. This was his staircase, his happy place. By the time he reached the top, his feelings had run their course and he was ready to think through what had happened, without skewing it in a whirlwind of emotions.

Hey, this thread is making me love poetry even more. thanks

When we split apart, I wish to get the ability to go back in time just for the chance to see you from afar, even if it'll be just for a second.