You didn’t know,

You weren’t aware,

Of how quietly

I had started to care.

For once,

It was not Dad,

It was not Mom—

It was someone unknown

Whom I started imagining

As my lifelong pair.

Just quietly chanting her name

Feels almost like a prayer.

You didn’t know.

You weren’t aware.

And maybe that’s what hurts the most—

You never knew

Just how much I care.

Or should I end like this :

How would I ever explain to her

Just how much I care?

I've been missing you for eternity
Please come here to me before all is lost
With you I could find sweet serenity
I've been missing you for eternity ​

We would overcome all adversity
We'll be the definition of star-crossed
I've been missing you for eternity
Please come here to me before all is lost
♡

And when I lie on my deathbed,

Awaiting the gentle call of fate,

When I count my fading heartbeats,

Would you come to me, my mate?

We would reminisce about the days gone by,

And every memory that we made,

Through the peaks and valleys of this life,

What a beautiful, quiet trade.

And I would ask for your forgiveness,

From a heart with so few beats left to beat,

For any pain I caused you in the past;

I shall make amends in the afterlife, if we meet.

In the final moments of this breath,

Before I join the stars above:

Tell me that I truly mattered,

Tell me that I was deeply loved.

Tell me I made you laugh out loud,

Tell me I brightened your darker days,

Tell me you found peace in my company,

My partner in crime through every phase.

For this is all I shall carry forth,

And this is all I shall leave behind:

The quiet warmth of honest deeds,

And the gentle memories of the mind.

And when my eyes are closed forever,

When breath departs and leaves no strain,

Do not grieve for me, my friend,

Though loss brings forth an intense pain.

Death remains the only truth we share,

Yet our hearts resist its final lane;

Do not spend your days in endless grief,

Nor let your living go in vain.

There could be beauty in forgetting you,

leaving you tucked there, in the past.

A memory that never quite became one

buried down deep, at long last.

It might be nice for you to fade away,

like side eyed shadows in the night.

The ones you aren't sure were even there,

the ones you cant quite make out right

I could find peace, at last, in letting go,

my soul might finally get some sleep.

I could rest all the thoughts of 'but, what if'

all fixed in one clean sweep.

I'm sure id have much brighter days

sunbeams blazing from the sky

and they wouldn't all just shine on you

no more letting life pass by.

I know there's solace in the end of you,

like when drought comes to pass.

There might be some dark patches left

but mostly, just greener grass.

There would be beauty in forgetting you,

a million reasons to, and more.

But i choose to remember you

I'll keep the beauty we had before.

Il give my heart a pen to speak

It needs to write so it doesn't weep

Longing for love it so desires

It Never runs out and doesn't expire

Each day it grows and blooms in rooms

softly in the morning and hard at noon

Secretly singing a long awaited chorus

Pruning words like a poetic florist

Day by day it grows and shows

See my eyes and you would know

A love so endless it spreads unyielding

Those who felt it know the feeling

Its time the heart puts the pen away

Maybe to come out another day

And when that day finnally comes

When love gets loud from silent hums

I hope it's not just words written down

I hope I get to hear that sound

Three little words to say so true

Il say it loudly and Il say "I love you"

What beauty?

When i can just stare and forget the world

When i can smile and forget the pain

The warmth the cozy

The comfy as u give...

That's all i crave for..

She doesn’t shave to fit a trend,
Her body’s hers from start to end.
A little wild, a little bare,
There’s magic in that trail of hair.

I trace it slow, I take my time,
Each inch of her, a quiet rhyme.
No smooth façade, no polished lie,
Just truth and warmth beneath my eye.

She arches soft beneath my hand,
Untamed, unapologetic, grand.
I don’t want porcelain or perfect —
I want her real, and I’ll protect it.

So let her keep her wild design,
Every soft curl, every line.
I’ll worship every inch of her —
The girl who never learned to blur

i always wondered
what it would feel like
to be in love.

now that i know,
i wouldn’t wish it
on anyone.

because loving you
didn’t just hurt.

it changed me.

you became
the person i wanted
to run from
and the person
i couldn’t stop running back to.

my demon.

my muse.

and god,
i hated you for that.

sometimes i wanted
to hurt you
just so you’d understand
what you did to me.

but even then,
some stupid part of me

still wanted you okay.

that’s the part
i’ll never understand.

you kept leaving scars
and i kept looking
for somewhere to put them.

i thought maybe
if i changed enough,
if i knew you less,
if i stopped letting you
inside my head,
i’d finally be free.

but you don’t just leave
when you leave someone.

sometimes you stay
in the quiet.

in the empty side
of the bed.

in the person
lying beside me
who has done nothing wrong.

and that’s the cruelest part.

i can find somewhere warmer.

i can find someone
who doesn’t make me
feel like i’m standing
in a storm.

and still,
some part of me
is looking for you.

i guess we never
really change, do we?

we just get better
at hiding the parts
that still hurt.

There was a second,

When everything seemed to have frozen over.

A dull blade that poked the back of my neck,

And time lends its movement to everything but me.

I laughed it off,

But it is a concept much more alive,

Than any immortal being.

Its mission to be known,

Never faltered.

Because you see,

I still see her unknowing smile.

Her stunning grey gown,

And the lights that never seemed to dim.

It was beautiful,

But my heart shattered all the same.

Do you know,

The neverending second?

It's neither slow,

Nor fast, yet, beckons.

A concept that,

Transcends time itself.

When a heart turns flat,

But the mind troubles itself.

When a gut turns in,

And the hands tremble.

When the eyes lock-in,

And the surroundings assemble.

It's more alive,

Than any other deity.

It will arrive,

And escape becomes velleity.

It has painted,

Mockingly wonderful images.

A memory so tainted,

Through grief turned visages.

Eastern guard tower

glints in sunset; convicts rest

like lizards on rocks.

(Haiku by Etheridge Knight)

Bored at work, I sit and ponder,
just wanna crack you like thunder.

Eating you out, I feel most alive,
in your pool I love to dive.

Got me craving and restless,
the way you drain me leaves me breathless.

Your curves and breath I desire,
'cause you're the woman to stoke my fire.

The moon is never cry like a rose

A rose just need is to own a great man

A great man need just love

Love is just to be Noble

Noble is to be forever

Forever is to be care

Care to Lady is Great mind

Great mind is to at your lover

Lover is like a moon

#LeoNaing(LawKaNet)[Myanmar]{The King}

Death came into my family,
and I watched them bow before her.
I watched the faces I had always known
become strange with grief;
voices that had carried laughter
were broken into whispers,
and eyes that had seen a thousand mornings
could not bear to meet another.
I stood amongst them,
quiet.
And I confess
I was surprised.
Not by Death herself;
she seemed to me no stranger.
But by the ruin she left behind.
I watched them weep
as though something impossible had happened,
as though the dead had been promised eternity
and Death had broken some sacred bargain.
I searched myself for the same wound.
I waited for the tears,
for the great weight upon the chest,
for some violent grief to seize me.
It did not come.
And for a moment I wondered
whether there was something wrong with me.
Was I cold?
Was I cruel?
Had some part of me gone numb
long before Death arrived?
Yet I could not mourn
the way they did.
For what had Death done
that she had not always promised to do?
She is the one certainty
to which no man has ever found an exception.
Birth may surprise us.
Love may abandon us.
Fortune may turn her face.
Friends may leave,
kingdoms may crumble,
and all the things we build
may one day bear another man’s name.
But Death
Death keeps her word.
She has never promised me tomorrow.
Never sworn that those I love
would remain beside me.
Never lied and said,
This life shall last.
She has simply waited.
And perhaps that is why
I cannot hate her.
When Death comes for me,
I shall not meet her
as a thief at the door,
nor as some dark angel
come to drag me from the light.
I shall ask her to sit.
I shall pour us both a drink,
and we shall drink together
like old friends
who have been apart too long.
We shall speak of all the years
she spent waiting for me,
and all the years
I spent walking beneath her shadow.
And when the last glass is empty,
I shall look upon her face
without fear,
without anger,
without surprise.
I shall kiss her.
And fall into her arms
as an old lover
falls into the embrace
of one whom he has missed
for a lifetime.
No struggle.
No pleading.
No farewell.
Only the quiet surrender
of two old souls
finally together.
For Death and I
have always been long-distance lovers.
She was never coming
to destroy me.
She was only waiting
for the distance between us
to end.

Like everyone else

I prayed to be

The Richest Man in the world

My prayer was answered

and I became the

Richest man alive.

Now I know

Richest man is not he who has everything

but he

who wants nothing

you can look 
everyone does 
trying to decide 
where i belong 
what box 
what rule 
would make me 
easier to hold
 
but i have never been 
interested 
in making myself 
easy
 
i have a way of  
making balance  
feel less certain 
than it did  
a moment ago
 
i color outside 
the lines 
you draw 
then watch you 
try to redraw them  
around me
 
do i confound you? 
intrigue you? 
or wear you out?
 
you keep looking  
for a final answer 
and i keep 
changing the question
 
just when you think 
you have me 
figured out 
i tilt my head 
smile 
step a little closer 
and make you 
wonder  
all over again

You don't like me

But you'll fuck me

And I don't mind that

You won't give me the time of day

Unless your shaft is pounding away between my legs

You'd never buy me Roses to brighten my day

But you'd spend hours in my garden

Wallowing in my daisies and wild flowers

Finding peace comes with ease and the

Best sleep

You don't want me to have any part of you

Fine I don't mind that

But I do mind being treated like something

Frail and delicate Don't pretend

Damnit if you're going to break me

Shater me to pieces

I'm an artist

It's not even a challenge to put myself back together

A Mosaic masterpiece I already am

You'd only be adding character

If you did

Pfft you think your empty chest cavity scares me

But I'm what makes you think twice

Goosebumps rise

And from where ever you hid it away

Your heart skips a beat.... Thrice!

Guess My Love is what makes me so

Terrifying

It's dark and it's hot really fucking hot

My mind racing through all the thoughts

The air is heavy every time I breathe in

Falling back into the dungeon my mind is trapped in

How the hell can I escape this place I exclaim

I've tried all the doors the locks and window panes

I've scratched and dug tries poison and drugs but can seem to climb out this hole that I've dug

Most days I'm just trying to pretend that if I do nothing my nightmare will end

Although tonight I'm sober and it sucks I must say but I see a chance to persuade things my way.

If I can't get out this place that I've found

I guess I'll just have to tear this whole fucking wall down

death touched his soul once

and recoiled.

not because he was dying,

but because something inside him
was already worse than death.

there was a darkness in him
so deep
the afterlife itself
had no name for it.

he survived things
that should have buried him.

pain that made monsters
beg for mercy.

betrayals that would have
broken a god.

and every time
the world tried to destroy him,

he came back
with a little less humanity.

until one day,
there was nothing left
inside him
that knew how to forgive.

now he walks among people
like something that escaped
from the place
they’re all afraid to go.

he doesn’t threaten.

he doesn’t chase.

he doesn’t need to.

the room changes
when he enters it.

people feel something
they can’t explain

like death
has followed him home.
because death didn’t take him.

death saw what was inside him

and decided
the world deserved
to deal with it instead.

Quit calling my name
you know I won’t answer

Yet I find
your voice repeating in My mind,
once more
just once

Oh leave me alone
quit following me around
the day’s heavy enough

so

get off my back
get off my mind
get off my life

im over you just dont remind me
I know your red comfort
I know your methods
Your promises a facade
Your promises are flawed
i see through your fraud

so why?

My voice repeating in My mind,
once more
just once
So quit calling my name, you know I’m always listening.

The clock of time is no straight line,
but a shadowed spiral of cold design,
a fractal maze of repeating years,
masking our karma....our hidden fears.

What seems a ghost or a chance collision
is the architecture of a deeper vision,
a blueprint of time... a phantom thread,
where the fading myths and the living tread.

Ancient empires turn to dust,
driven by cyclic.... cosmic trust,
for history breathes in a whispered refrain,
binding our souls to the wheel again.

The cosmos speaks in signs that collide,
stirring the secrets we bury inside,
that we are all bound to a source .... energetically whole,
navigating the dark to awaken the soul.

Through the eye of the needle..... the cycles will break,
as we rise from the dream to finally awake.....

i hope destroying me
helped you
with whatever
the fuck you were going through.

because you don’t get
to go around
breaking people
the way you broke me

and call it survival.

you don’t get
to turn your wounds
into weapons
and leave them
inside everyone
who tries to love you.

i hope it was worth it.

i hope whatever
you were running from
felt a little quieter
after you made me
carry it for you.

because you don’t deserve
to do this
to someone else.

and i hate that
even after everything,
i can still look at you
and see something beautiful.

disgusting.

beautiful.

piece of shit.

i fucking hate
that you can be
all three.

How do I describe her, and what she stirs?

An angel would be an understatement.

To say her name is the only statement—

No words, not even a motion picture,

Could describe how she makes life so richer.

She’s my inspiration, my heart’s temptation,

A manifestation of my soul’s salvation.

I picture her eyes of endless skies,

Full of butterflies so beautiful, they make me cry.

To hold her hand would be so grand,

My knees would weaken and I’d struggle to stand.

Just understand:

It’s not my plan

To be lost in song and continue on.

She’s just so damn cute, and her pull is so strong,

I’m lost in thoughts, and I’m lost in rhymes.

beauty overwhelmed me - it’s about due time.

The heart’s screaming loudly, it’s coming out,

I’ll be shooshed in a minute and told not to shout.

But there’s no way known I’d actually say it,

If anyone asks me, I’m just going to downplay it.