Category

2024

01
No Goddess September 2024

The Other Man

Yet every day,
he takes what should be mine,
his presence invisible,
but felt in every word,
every glance,
and I am left here,
waiting in the silence
for the pieces of you
that he hasn’t yet claimed.

02
30 Days of You September 2024

In a Heartbeat

The pulse of my heart knows no direction but you,
it beats to the rhythm of your name,
each breath a promise
that there is no space, no time,
that can stretch wide enough
to keep me from you.

You Returned - Owen Sesaldo - The Fat Poet 03
No Goddess August 2024

You Returned

Forgive me for loving you so fiercely,
for binding myself to the image of you
that once danced in my dreams.
But know this:
you can wager on the stars,
bet on the turning of the heavens -
this heart will not open its door again.
No, not for you.

04
Resurgence August 2024

Angry Wind

I feel its rage resonate with mine,
a shared tempest beneath my skin,
where the calm was never meant to stay.

Let Me Steal a Kiss - The Fat Poet 05
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Let Me Steal a Kiss

It’s not the grand gestures I seek,
but the simple closeness,
the brush of lips that says more than words,
a stolen moment that belongs only to us.

06
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Morning Greets Me

I rise, not just to the day,  
but to the thought of you,  
carried in the morning breeze,  
in the song of the birds,  
in the fresh promise 
of the hours yet to unfold.

07
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Evening Stroll

Shall I call myself a fool,
for letting my heart lead where reason would not go,
for wandering in a dream of you,
where every step takes me deeper,
into the gentle madness of love?

Cosmic Dance - The Fat Poet 08
Celestial Whispers August 2024

Cosmic Dance

To exist is to be part of this grand design,
to feel the heartbeat of the universe,
to marvel at the wonders that surround us,
to cherish each moment in this cosmic dance.

Until You Decided It Wasn't - The Fat Poet 09
Resurgence August 2024

Until You Decided It Wasn’t

Loss settled in my bones,
a weight I carried with each breath,
each step a reminder
of the spaces you no longer filled,
each day a struggle
to find meaning in the void.

10
Celestial Whispers July 2024

Let Me Paint You

In the vast night,
Constellations try to mirror
The depths of your eyes
But fall short,
An echo in the void,
Unable to capture your grace