Poetry of a Valentine

Words from my heart, to yours.

[thevalentinepoet]

Opening the Ishtar Gate

Cupid:  Love is a blessing, gifted to those in times of turmoil, yet also a cause for one’s pain. It truly is a marvellous bitter-sweet beauty. The scorned face of great heartbreak, so sad!

Damn my ever-aching heart, with it’s lack of peace! It’s hastened beat amounts to crazed music, My brain and thoughts conflicted, vastly opposing; Swarms of emotion tether-bound to clash, With a world lensed with a filter tinted in lovely crimson. Any attention bestows unto me insanity, leaving me rejoicing.

As those of porcelain perfection tread me rejoicing, Missed lovers ruin my hopes of tranquillity and peace. Leaving me in bloodlust, rage shade crimson. A fixation turned rigid-harsh. This pain be pure music. Assaults of the unworthy, the opposing. Destined to fall in my heart’s clash.

Yet, grave guilt forms through the clash. Feeling sickly sorrow instead of rejoicing, A conflict of interests, ever opposing; Sparing no thought of moving on: no peace of mind allowed, a melancholy melody of music. A marche waltz coloured crimson.

Love holds a hue of crimson- A swell of sensations aligned to clash. Leaving fools ecstatic and rejoicing, Prideful dancing to a stellar song of music. Resulting in me refreshing back to peace- Losing lovers in harsh ways opposing.

Lustful and torn, wanting nothing and everything-both opposing, Needing the entire palette, yet only craving crimson. Requiring both war and peace. Men who both mend and battle clash, Filled with anguish whilst rejoicing. This is my flawed medley music.

How I wish to silence this ever-shrieking music. Elimination of the sullen symphony with hearts opposing. So I can smile, rejoicing. In a lover who shares my views of crimson. To have a mutual distance which in to clash, Filling my life with a danger-filled peace.

A sound sweeter than music, deeper than crimson. Reasons to live none opposing, causing hearts to clash. When that love is obtained, be rejoicing and find your life at peace.

[thevalentinepoet]

Hi! I’m quite a fan of space, well I mean you can’t NOT be a fan of space – being a fan of space is like saying “I like water”. I do like water, it’s my fourth favourite component that makes up a human. The first is bone, Bones are incredibly underrated; they hold you up, Gravity doesn’t do that, and people love gravity. People seriously love gravity, remember that movie with Sandra Bullock in? Everyone loves her. People love skin too, I don’t understand all the fuss. If I could evict skin from my life I totally would, just open my skin suit and walk straight out the house, That wouldn’t be taken too well by the authorities I suppose: I can see it now ‘Local skinless boy shops at Tesco’. Gasp! Do you think they’d interview me on This Morning? I sure hope so. Maybe they’d do me a solid and send me to swim with seals or something in all my skinless glory. God, I love seals Fat seals in particular, like who even made fat seals? How did they evolve to bounce like they do? I think that might   not be the most efficient form of transport, you can't escape a predator by bouncing around like an adorable chubby bastard. It does seem   like a wonderfully fun method of transportation. Maybe seals have evolved for maximum gratification and self-service. Seals are rather incredible, aren't they? I'd love to be a seal, or own one. Fuck, I want a seal. You know what would be even better? Seals in space. Fat seals in space. But they wouldn't be able to bounce   around as they do, they'd just float. Seals swim though, so maybe they'd be fine with a lack of gravity. I don't   think they'd be the best equipped water-based mammal. A space bound marine mammal would probably require legs for the best life. Like an otter. Long boys. Long water based, space noodles. I bet otters would enjoy space. People say I remind them of otters. And I think I would be excellent in space. So, one plus one? Not two. BOOM! Otters in space. That's a thing.

The Valentine Poet ‘The Dynamics of an Asteroid: Otters Swimming in Sea Space’

[thevalentinepoet]

A Mystic is a Mystic

My cat ran away black magic empowered, To live the rest of her lives.

Raven nightfall veils, always shrouding her tracks. My cat ran away.

Bewitching feline charms, Warlock wishes enraptured, To live the rest of her lives.

Misfortune and superstition, Mystery ever approaching. My cat ran away.

Corporeal and shifting, A shadow, enchantment driven. To live the rest of her lives.

If only I could partake in her magical ways. My cat ran away To live the rest of her lives.

[thevalentinepoet]

Smooth as Silk

With each swipe of the razor, I cast away who I was, Who I have been, And glide onwards to who I strive to become: A neater, clean shaved version of myself, One who expects the most, From this stubbly world, Filled with foamy clouds, And endless blades of the greenest grass. Seemingly more like myself, A waxing removal, Of the shroud that coats me. This comfort I feel, At having such a “masculine” mark, Define my being, As a testosterone ravaged savage. This simple act, a small task, Of hair removal, Is my rebellion to that.

[thevalentinepoet]

Tick-Tock

No matter how my heart beats, Or the way my tears refuse to stop, I stand by you fully convicted, A sturdy face unflinching in the dark, Regardless if, Your essence begins to fade, I’ll loom over you, ever eternal, Blessed light to shy away the shade. My life is set to watching, All of your years span on by, Stellar acts of superiority, Stormy nights thrown into the fray, Days where you can no longer fight, Darlings it will be okay. Just trust in your father, Everything will turn out fine, I will give you my soul, my life. I’m poor old Father Time.

[thedreamerquotes]

I can't lose my thoughts. They keep me alive.

[thevalentinepoet]

My Fork, Holding Cheesecake.

Oh, how is there no love for the loveless? When all they do is love: their sucrose infested- love digested blood is forever spilling; (Overflowing) forever filling up for another. High on their high calorie diet of romanisation, Their total mass being only 4% body fat- and the rest is their heart, what an open heart it is, how favourable it should be; and the equally good accompaniment that is the soul. The soul that holds such a pure patisserie heart.

Oh, how is there no love for the loveless? Such delectable sorts should be praised, Allowed to flourish and serve their bountiful hearts- (Buffet style of course, on a rich silver platter) for there is no way we can leave hearts in shackles, Pushed away with lumpy fat deposits of neglect: Only to be feasted on when in need of vitamin D; To tear off iced layers of fabric when cravings call for flesh, not dessert. The loveless aren’t a base for white sauce. It doesn’t mix with their sweet taste.

Oh, how is there no love for the loveless? They are our regular intake of affection; Our daily doses of scrumptious support- that sweet kick to help push us through bitter days of problems. The loveless are the core of our recipe riddled lives, Not just a dressing to be undressed then stirred in bed. We would not be wrapped in puff pastry blankets, Not exposed to the joy of cotton candy dreams, (Even if we would be spared of sugary sweet sickness). Life would be far too bitter in the end.

Oh, how is there no love for the loveless? When they gave us the wonderful taste of life?

[thevalentinepoet]

Origami Wishes: Paper Birds Folded just for You

Fragile I lay aside waiting watching nothing. As no one May hold My pondering eye It wanders Frantic My heart beats Static TV screen beside Me Lifeless and drained Harsh Are the symptoms Of rejection Isolation and Despair. My Mind Flickers With thoughts Paper Birds Folded In Two their quantity Angled Cranes to Be specific, They flutter Down My gaze is set Melancholy They land. Whisking Away Negative thoughts I feel Less And Less.

[thevalentinepoet]

Phobos and Deimos

Nightmares trickle into daunting daydreams that dare repeat themselves into the cascading bellows of tidal wave ripples that carry the murky black of self-imposed despair: Fear foaming ripe with the impossible thought of escaping the impossible plague tide. It’s turbulent current set soon to take you over-depression ripe in your system, flaring a wallowing waltz for you, step sequencing your buttons-to-press and trigger your pain point systems. Like the dark seas short circuiting your machine box brain.

[thevalentinepoet]

Love Letters to the Wind!

“I misplaced my heart, and tossed out my senses, I threw out my fears: I didn’t want to end this. I hurt my own friends, I screamed at my family. I did all this for you, because of the way that you hurt me.”

He taught me distrust, lie and deceit How to turn my own back: to find poison laced blades, Tucked away by those I respect, those I loved. Exposing me to my allies worst, and more importantly the worst of my mind, or what I thought first. He took my dreams, and swapped them for tears, All out of his own uncertainty, his own cowardice. He taught me instinct, he taught me anxiety.

I took my instinct and surprised it for a while, I was bitter and angry, a pure carnivore. He came along and I was tired of fighting. I was a predator for too long, now I was prey, For a boy who laughed as I bled, with a smirk on his face. He played with my heart, he tore it to shreds, Piecing it together again just to tear apart, I wasn’t a human being to him, I was a plaything, He played until I went back to the wilds.

A pretty face came, and I fell in a trance, My ferocity calmed, letting envy creep in. She weaved her way into my veins and she screamed awful thoughts into my ears as he watched her not me. She agreed when his friends asked “Why me?”. He was unaware of the warfare he had caused, Oh modern day Helen of Troy…for I had found my fight. I tossed envy aside and moved onto spite. Raging and thrashing, shrieking and wailing. I lost to her face, but I was the one left standing.

Standing atop a bloodied field, a sunflower grew out, In all the red bloodshed, yellow and green caught my eye. He felt my heartbeat and promised me the world, I thought I had won, finally I had won. But that was it, promises meant nothing to this flower. They still don’t, he tried to come back. And faded away into the pile of corpses around me, hiding me and taunting me with my broken dreams. Now I can’t enjoy sunsets the same anymore, They look like sunflower meadows. They look like my delusional fantasies.

The next was an Adonis, he stood high as a mountain, He snatched my heart with a swoop and returned it with a crash. With his back turned, his shadow set; Frigid and unsettling-bathed in shade. I drowned in the darkness, I couldn’t wade through. I didn’t have the hope to tear myself away. How could I leave such an irresistible beauty? I would have given him the world, but then I realised I would have lost mine in the process. He would have gladly taken it with a handsome smile.

Two came along and ensnared my whole being, They wrapped me up in their aura and pretended to worship me at my feet. That’s where they wanted to be, they tricked me into thinking I had any semblance of power. My terms never surfaced, only theirs. I got warped by two lovers, hoping I’d be able to feel the same. I tore myself away when I realised how they really felt, The hypocrites called me disgusting, When they were ready to lick the bottom of my heels. Stupid pig people.

One taught me a lesson quick and simple. He promised me something more, and quit before he had a chance. He sold passion and pleasure, Whilst focusing on stealing his own. A quick trade of skin was all he wanted, And sometimes it’s okay to give in. I knew I was being used, I had no energy to fight. So, plain and easy. I tossed away into him. I played his twisted game, and didn’t come out worse for wear. He was somewhat honest with his scam at least. He made no attempts at my wallet or heart.

The longest was this boy, he waded in smoke. He taught me the most pain, and just how to hide it. I learnt how to laugh, just to cover my tears. I wanted his warmth, I’m not sure why. But I got enraptured in his scent, I think my dad being an alcoholic is why. The craving for poison is in my blood, And he was seeped in toxicity. Even now I keep coming back. I can’t list a good point about him, Except I’m a sucker for vice. And this not so pure boy has me tight, Not letting go, just to abuse me.

And with this, I’ve been left broken. I didn’t realise it was so apparent. Until he took me in his arms, his hands, his mouth. And showed me my light. My hands were tightly pressed to his lips, And he kissed me like everyone was his last. He cherrypicked his words to please me, And reminded me I wasn’t to serve him. He called me beautiful, he wished me the world. Yet, miles keep our distance and it’s hard to feel his warmth. With every kiss he gave me, I felt myself unfurl. I was scared to let him in, in case I broke. But I think I regret letting go so early, Lest the chance might not come around again.

For these boys I have set fire to my heart. I’ve made myself so damaged. But, I’ve learnt so many things, I think I can have this. It’s been a whole lot, I still feel it in my bones. The pain doesn’t ease, but at least now I know. I do know pain, I do know heartache, I do know fondness, I do know ecstasy. I may not have any one of them now, But I have me. I’m the one who’s learnt them.

“I’ve reclaimed my heart, and got back my senses, I threw out my fears: I didn’t have to end this. I’ve healed my own friends, I’ve loved my whole family. I did all this for you, because of the way that you hurt me.”

[thevalentinepoet]

Guilty Renegade

Why do I feel this way? A constant telling me that I should, Be doing something better, An unattainable level of better. That pressure boils and boils, Aching at you - a constant, That I wish to change because I SHOULD be changing it. I know I’m selfish, I know I’m rather rude, and mean, And cold-hearted, and not a good enough listener. I KNOW THESE THINGS! But, no level of change frees me from the endless panging, Reminding me of the burden,   I impose on others unwittingly, With my selfish nature. I should think more about her issues and be more supportive, I should accept the backlash she gives me for hearing her, It’s not her fault-it’s your duty. A bad friend wouldn’t leave her like this. I should be a better son, Not galivanting out with friends, As she comes home from work, To a household that has my absence, Sure, it’s not empty-I have a brother. But, I’m leaving the hassle to them, Denying them the chance to have a better family. I know I’m selfish. This should hurts, truly it does. I want to be enough for them, Enough to help their problems, Enough to ease their pain, Enough for me.