Only

He only loves you
From the bottom of his heart
I’ll love you from the top-down

He only wants to live in a home
I want to live in the clouds
The true dwelling place of lovers

He only wants you
For who you were
I want you for who you are and
Who you’ll become

You’re only a number to him
A one or maybe less
But I love you like the numerical value of pi

You’re only his sweet
His honey, some dessert
But you are my nourishment

He only wants to be your king
I want you to be my queen

He only asked
For your hand
I’m asking for your whole body
Even the invisible parts

Writing for the Soul

By Benjamin Grossman and Cassa Bassa

I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe

Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story

Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul

(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)

Archive

Don’t file me under: disability, deserter, despair
File me under: battled, loyal, hopeful

 

Sometimes it’s important to think about how we want to be remembered, because it helps us go toward something higher. Try to divide negativity into something positive, because, after all, it takes two negatives to make a positive (according to mathematics). I want a plus sign above my head in the end. How would you want to be filed away in an abstract sense?