I left an earring on your nightstand
like a dare,
like a dog whistle only I could hear,
like a lie I could almost live with,
like a warning you didn’t read.

You wrote me like you were killing time.
I let you.
I was tired—
tired of being the intermission
between things you actually wanted,
tired of holding out my hands
just to catch the sound of you leaving.

It was raining the next day.
Of course it was raining.
The whole city smelled like last chances
wrung out in the gutter,
like a bouquet dropped
when someone realized it wouldn’t change anything,

You said,
"Take care of yourself."
And I did—
by breaking every mirror
that still showed me your mouth,
by smashing every reflection
that looked like hope.

There's a version of me
still waiting at that train station—
wearing the wrong jacket,
gripping the wrong book,
mistaking longing for directions,
carrying promises like ballast.
I'll know it's you
by the way my spine recognizes the disaster
before my eyes do.

I hope she never learns.
I hope she keeps looking up every time the wind shifts.
I hope she believes in arrivals.
Even when no one steps off.

Holy ghost created the coast
the beauty of sun-swept lost,
Sun pops up like warm toast
burns like hands gripping rope.

There's been a demon raging
far too long gnawing at me,
I've held onto my sinful pride
lost the view of graceful trees.

Its not inside that lies a mystery,
Its the outside that determines,
if our eyes closed can finally open
and see the warmth of humanity.

If we can move past tunnel vision,
we can improve and open wide,
Not make irrational decisions
keep the door open, not sliding.

"You lack a vision for your life,"
"You are drowning in your own ambitions,"
"Do you genuinely believe you will succeed?"
"I cannot see you going that far in this journey,"

"Is this truly your purpose?"

Careful of your words, for I may cast you
As an antagonist in one of my countless stories,
Being a narrative, the WHOLE world shall see –
For I am a Writer!

The weather seems alright, beautiful and uptight,
Sweet with less avarice, an endless horizon, and a fleeting sight.
In my world, she was the weather,
I could do anything, but with her, I seem to do better.
Nothing seemed impossible, not even venturing through the Nether.
Effulgent was her presence; enticing, her nature,
The talks kept getting better and better and better,
It felt like the one we were looking for was here to savor.

Malicious and full of grief that once seemed as my future,
Looked like a disoriented thought more than ever.
I remember,
Back in the day when I was wilding,
Beautiful waves of comedic relief were a frequent sighting,
I used to have fun and not fight,
These demons, these thoughts that were always spouting,
Restraining me since I always doubted (myself),
But I knew there's always something,
To get me started,
I relinquished myself from ever doubting.

Nostalgic,
Thought that would be the way to deal with such things,
Big mistake! Because I got apprehended,
Condescending, thoughts got crazy; nobody to talk to, baby.
Misdirection, mazes of maybes, intercepting, decisions hazy,
On second thought, this person's lazy.

Now in a field of darkness, so full of despair,
I found you out of nowhere,
A spark of light and a gasp for air,
That's what I felt when my gaze landed upon you,
That even I could prosper, even by the length of a hair.
I was delighted for that came as a conclusion,
For a long time, I hadn't smiled, but then I did, as if I were adhered,
Sickeningly, any bond I form is doomed to fall, I fear,
Regardless of how much I do, it's always a "Too Sweet" kind of dilemma, my dear,
I don't easily love, but I loved you, even if it was due to my insecurities and issues, I state my mind clear,
Kind of pointless to rant and yap to myself, writing paragraphs upon paragraphs, hoping you'd notice; clowning myself, makes me jeer,
I guess that's how the story goes for a hopeless romantic expecting love to be simple as he was sincere.

With all these melodramatic events, I reckon he could really do some improv,
One such thing is doing a show, but won't it be too rough?
He might become yet another one to bite the dust,
A victim of emotion,
A victim of trust.
Life's predicament is quite harsh and if not for his experience, he'd been lost,
Though sounds drastic and revolting,
Giving up can also be a sign of love,
A hope for emotion,
A hope for trust,
Thus, this lousy "Rascal doesn't dream of falling in love”.

                                                                                      -Asher Graves

You all have
A little bit of
"I want to save the world!"
In you

I just want you to know
That it's ok if you only
Save one person and
It's okay if that person
Is you

Rarely would I believe in stars connecting souls
Or that we could come together sure enough if we would align goals
That a red thread brings strangers together
And that your course of life cannot chance no matter what, or whether
You think you're alone


That you stare at the same night sky, somewhere out there
That love sees us through, even if we don't know where
Or who the other is
That this is what love is
It's precipice


That you count on a map from province to province
Will the hobby bring either prominence?
That even underneath the same night sky
We could think, wonder cry
If souls find love even when their bodies die

That skies open, that rain falls down on the same earth
That since birth, it was predestined souls will meet


That the theory states, that somewhere out there, if it was love, then said souls will come to meet for the first time, or even once more
Regardless of goals, of cares or hate


Cause somewhere out there, a beautiful soul owns your name, your likeness, and it wouldn't be the same
If I never knew, you were somewhere out there

In life's darkest depth, Hope Echoes,
Resounding through every race,
tongue and Nation, Uniting hearts
And transcending borders.

In moments of anguish, Hopes Echoes,
Calling for solidarity amongst men,
To stand in oneness against the evil
That beguiles this big blue ball.

In times of shadows, Hopes Echoes,
Shining bright on all that seem faded,
Reviving lost dreams, empowering sight
And giving strength to those who are weak.

In our loneliness, Hope Echoes,
Turning isolation into communion,
fraternity into fellowship
And brings us a step closer to "The Truth"....

Even now, Hope Echoes,
Charging the old to employ their wisdom,
And the youth, their strength,
So that Mankind can again be free,
Not just free, but truly free and cleansed,
From the shackles of all doubts and impurities.

There’s something sitting on my brain.
Something disconnected.
No current. No spark.

My eyes are rolling loose in their sockets.
My voice sounds like it’s
on the other side of a wall.

I didn’t want to leave the house,
but the sun reached through the window
and coaxed me out.

Then, a brown-haired woman
with crystal eyes and porcelain cheeks
walked by,
and I caught the soft pull of her
flowery, spring-scented perfume.

It was cherries,
and my love,
and everything good.
It was honey.
It was holding my mother’s hand to cross the street.