the.yves

poetries=rants

[yves-r4]

"To My Dearest, Elias"

Our love was a blazing fire, burning bright,

A love unparalleled, a wondrous sight,

But fate had a different tale in store, 

A plan I must obey for. 

You are a man of honor and heredity,

With duties and responsibilities,

And I, just a journalist, with a pen in hand,

Longing to write stories of justice, grand.

Our love was a flame, fierce and wild,

But society's rules, I cannot defile,

For they say two men cannot wed,

And so, our love must come to an end.

I look into your eyes, so full of grace,

And my heart aches to see your face,

But the world is not ready for our love,

And so, I must let you go, my dove.

I know you deserve that crown,

More than anyone in this town,

And I want to write your story, my dear,

But to do so, I must leave you here.

For history cannot allow us to be,

Two men, bound by love and destiny,

But know that my heart will always hold,

The memories of our love, untold.

Farewell, my love, my heart breaks,

But I know this is what fate takes,

I'll watch you from afar, with pride,

As you become the king, just not by my side.

[yves-r4]

“Decision"

Now, almost all the love songs

Are plagued with thoughts of 'us'

But how can I speak of 'us'

When our situation was just a fuss?

I tried to make your life peaceful

But that meant I had to go

Leaving you was never easy

But it was the only way to grow

Today, as I look back

I realize what I've lost

For in the pursuit of peace

I gave up on what it cost

I wish things could have been different

That we could have made it work

Yet sometimes, just actions isn't enough

but now, it's time to let it lurk

So I'll take a deep breath and turn away,

Knowing that you'll always hold a special place,

But no more longing, no more pain

I'll start anew, without your name

(Dropping this before 2023 ends so I can finally move on from him) 

[yves-r4]

""Trapped in Desolation: A Cry for Release""

My days are filled with monotony

A constant loop of repetition

I feel trapped, stuck in my own story

And my mind is consumed with self-derision

Every day brings disappointment

As I compare myself to others' success

Their effortless achievements, a constant torment

While I struggle and fail, feeling like less

I cling to every sliver of hope

Trying trends and manifestation

But still, the cycle of self-hate elopes

Dragging me deeper into stagnation

The weight of failure is overwhelming

And the thought of it consumes my mind

I find myself contemplating death, unwilling

But escaping life's cruel bind

I envision a peaceful rest

Where I become one with nature

As a dandelion, I bloom and crest

Or dancing daffodils, a beautiful feature

I'll let the bees and butterflies decide

My fate, as I let go and surrender

No more struggles or tears to hide

Just a peaceful existence, free from all agenda

For in nature, there is no judgment

No standards or expectations to meet

Just the beauty of being, a testament

To life's endless cycle, pure and sweet.

(Inspired by the song "We're all eating each other" by Juliet Ivy)

[yves-r4]

“What if Reincarnation is Real?”

Reincarnation—is it real? Do I have regrets?

Do I fear that I'll start over, and have to start again?

What if I'm an artist, whose work is known?

Must I bear that feeling, and make my art anew?

What if I was a writer, one whose words were raw?

Would I have to relive the pain, the joy, the sorrow?

Would I have to write my story with my own blood again?

Would anyone understand the depth of all I've been?

What if I was a warrior, one so bold and so brave?

To fight for freedom, a path that's never been saved?

Would I have to risk my life, for those who don't even know?

Would I have to make the choices that only the brave should show?

And what if I was a princess, who wanted more than a throne?

To be free from the chains that have held me down for so long?!

Would I have to live behind walls, with no world to explore?

Would I have to see my life through the eyes of another's lore?

Is reincarnation true, or is it all a myth?

Our chance to change the past, and right some of the wrong things we did?

No one knows for sure, but it's something to ponder

As we think about our lives, and all the things we want to change; to become better...

Credits!

-Painting: Albert F. Laurens