The Poet and the Ghost

I promised and never broke one
I never hurt you, come on
Hurt and disrate
Came with a band-aid

just for you
Not caring I bled or limped
Nothing would make me stop
I saw for myself
The last time we met and

before you even said
I knew my silence hurt you

You struggled to come through
I stayed in waiting
not to control, avenge or pain you
Only to know, grow and do

what felt right to you
My poet, my ghost
The vow remains
I love you

The Poet and the Ghost (2)

by Love you too December 27, 2025

The poet And the ghost (2)

You tried to save me with a band-aid
while you were bleeding out alone.
You speak of your pain as if mine isn't real,
retreating inside yourself
thinking your silence was a shield.

But we are not characters in a movie, my love.
There is no glory in this distance.
Walking away 'for my own good'
doesn't make you a hero,

it just makes us both lonely.

Your silence didn't protect me;
it is the very thing that breaks me.
I don't need protection from your darkness.
I would rather walk with you while you limp
than stand here perfectly safe,
loving a memory.

So please, don't choose the ghost.
Don't choose the noble exit.
Come back.
Bring your wounds, bring your scars,
bring the silence if you must—
but STAY.
If the vow remains, make it breathe again.
I am still here...

Waiting for the man, not the ghost.

The poet And the ghost (2)

by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 7, 2026

The Poet and The Poem

This connection hit me out of nowhere. I never imagined a bond like this was possible, something that goes so far beyond the physical, unexplainable and terrifyingly beautiful.

Meeting someone who mirrors your soul feels unreal. It is the relief of finally being seen, understood, and loved without having to explain yourself. And the most profound part is knowing that you feel it too, that this is reciprocal. Because of that, I simply do not believe that what we share can ever be extinguished. Not today, not years from now. I cannot and will not accept that we met just to become strangers again.

Sometimes I wish our lives had intertwined sooner, yet I understand the timing was actually perfect. We found one another at the precise moment our hearts were ready for something strong, deep, and true. We became each other’s quiet miracle. Every step we took led us here, to this once-in-a-lifetime alignment.

You are the poet, and I am the poem. You know my soul like no one else ever could, and no one else will ever understand the bond we hold. How could I not want you? I long for your love, your attention, your passion. I want you to consume me, just as I consume you.

Today I missed you so much and it doesn’t matter on which day you read this, the truth remains the same.

Him: "I have to let you go, it's code 123."
Her: "No. We are not a countdown. We are The Poet and The Poem. The story doesn't end here."

P.S. Why did you change your signature? Who are you answering to, if not to us?

by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 16, 2026

21st Century Poet

noun. Writes fully sick poetry with no value or significant theme

When your bars are long and barely rhyme but you on the dime. Dat dere 21st century poet.

by DaRealBdizzle October 6, 2016

21st century poet

A nerdacious attempt to spit bars whilst their vocabulary is most likely limited to irrational numbers, functions, binary/hex etc. Their verses are either simple with no thematic value or ten tiers beyond humility, the typical result of logic dominant brain activity. Bars barely rhyme, but on the dime.

"Do you like nerds?"
"It's the shit, kids releasing their grip on ordinary satchels of sherbet and that jank jaw dropped in awe"
"mate, you're a 21st Century Poet"

by DaRealBdizzle September 24, 2016

Like the poet said

A phrase used to jokily articulate or emphasize something you said, which was most definitely not said, ever, by a poet.

Friends talking:
Friend 1: "yeah dude, it's gonna be fkn LIT, like the poet said
Friend 2: "what poet said that?"
Friend 1: "common dude, it's a saying"
Both of them then burst out in joyful laughter

by Lillekuriboi June 6, 2018

Cato the Pocato

The little Potato-Cat hybrid gremlin. Often speaks of lewd things and needs constant anti-horny bonks to keep in line.

Him: Omg its Cato the Pocato

Her: Does he go well with ketchup or mayonaise?

by ChaozTyphoon May 10, 2024