When I touched death. It touched me. And took a part of me with it.

-Yashaou

Velvet Voices of the Vulnerable: Verses Ventured through Visceral Veils

Terrifying Love

You arrive like thunder in my starving sky.
Your devotion burning bright, making my hopes fly.
All-consuming passion in your eager eyes,
While my guarded heart trembles with surprise!

Too much! Too fast! This love cascades!
Yet my soul craves what my fear evades.

You check my well-being and brighten my day.
Your visits feel as old friends, pushing doubts away.
"I appreciate you," echoes in my mind,
Scary words I've longed to hear, even when kind.

So deep! So real! The care you show.
Makes my withered heart begin to glow.

Terrifying love comes crashing down,
Victoria's heart wearing passion's crown.
I'm drowning in affection I've rarely known,
Starving for acceptance, no longer alone.

Head over heels, you've fallen complete,
While I stand trembling on unsteady feet.
This overwhelming tide of pure devotion,
Sets my guarded essence into motion.

Each gentle word a revolution's start.
Each caring gesture warms my fractured heart.
Between the terror and the desperate need,
Your fearless love plants hope's bountiful seed!

Each moment teaches my heart to grow,
When your wild love continues to flow.
 

The Silence of Echoes

No poem today, no verses to find,
Only the echo of this thought left behind.
I sought to uncover what silence might hide,
But nothing took shape, no rhythm, no guide.

In the void where stanzas should grow,
Is a desert of words that refused to flow.
No metaphors danced, no rhyme took its flight,
Just the weight of its absence, dark as the night.

Yet here in the quiet, a mystery’s spun—
A poem about nothing, a verse left undone.
So let this emptiness stand in its place,
A ghost of a poem, with no light to trace.

Bern Baby Bern

In halls where laws are forged, not cast,  
A Berning fire defies the past.  
Each vision aimed to bridge the cracks, 
Meets greed’s relentless, shadowed traps.

Veterans left in need, we now stand—  
No benefit withheld, no empty hands.  
Oh, nothing short of Medicare for All,
To answer justice’s unwavering call.

Transparency! The Fed must yield—  
No dark deals, no more truths concealed.  
Though few our wins, our tale is told,
In voices fierce, in hearts bold.

Though our successful bills may be few, 
Our passion for reform rings wholly true.
Yet embers glow where shadows fall,
We bear the torch to light the halls.

Though advocates are few in number,
They promise The People, they'll remember.
There's more strength in those who fight,
If they're consistent in keeping rights.

We accept the torch passed on by generations,
We keep it lit bright, keeping preparations,
So we can entrust it to a new era,
And they can pass it onward without error.

For it isn't a gift for us to keep,
But a duty, not to just fall asleep,
When calm prevails, and watchfires dim,
We’ll tend the flame, entrust it to them,
When skies are peaceful, harvests plentiful,
So all can forge a world more beautiful.

The Phoenix Rises

From ashen ruins where darkness lives,
Where silence reigns and shadows give,
A flicker is seen, of a trembling light,
Fighting against all odds, defying the night.

Beneath the crushing weight of crumbling stones,
A soft sound emerges, saying, "You are not alone."
It defiantly whispers low, yet fierce and clear,
“This fire of hate consumes, but we are still here.”

For in our hearts, where loss takes root,
Our dreams are ground, to bitter soot,
Yet our spark remains, but feels so frail,
It is an immortal ember, that we will not fail.

Through our searing pain, and this endless strife,
Through death of those we love, by thieves of life,
Our spark must endure, by kindling it to grow,
This is the quiet truth, that our fire knows.

“You are not forever lost,” it softly hums,
“Your flames may scorch the dark when it comes.
For, from every field razed, a seed can be sown.
This true strength is birthed, from a light unknown.”

And when our world lies cold and bare,
When our hope dissolves into despair,
We will be the rising Phoenix, shining our light,
For we are the testament, to this endless fight.

We may soar aloft these molten streams,
Our feathers forged of our shattered dreams,
And in our wake, steadfast we will stand,
With newfound power, in our trembling hands.

We are now much more than what we’ve lost,
Though we have paid grief’s unfair cost.
The flames may burn, the pain may stay,
But we will endure. We will find a way.

So before this life, if you decide to leave,
Keep this thread of hope, for those who grieve.
In our hearts, an invincible flame takes flight,
To pierce all of the dark and bring a new light.

One that transcends this hate and division,
One that we can together, all envision,
One that future generations may also use,
Now, we fight united, so no more may lose!