Like a red diamond on display,
admired from a distance.
Waiting for the day to break away,
but keep getting met with resistance.
My heart smoothed with vantablack,
looking empty, but filled with just.
Waiting for it to be swept back,
but constantly filled with cosmic dust.
A total eclipse happening once,
hiding behind the facade.
Hiding behind all fronts,
despite being attractive like a lighting rod.
Ancient Rome concrete,
where stories lie.
Never admitting to defeat,
building strength, and intensify.
Silence of the mind,
an impossible task.
Coming undone, unconfined,
finally showing what’s under the mask.
Hardly touched, like lunar rocks,
spoken of but rarely experienced.
Can’t contain like Pandora’s Box,
once experienced like an euphoriant.
Her love was like a natural pearl,
wild, free, but hardly produced.
But she cried for it to be unfurled,
but becomes more rare as reduced.
An amber with no imperfections,
hard to find, but so divine.
Never receiving reciprocal affections,
but kater seen on others’ shrine.
A single snowflake drifting in,
unlike any other you’ll ever find.
Feeling the regret deep within,
all because he was blind.
The Mona Lisa, appreciated too late,
she was a force that imprinted deep.
One that you cannot recreate,
but you’ll dream about her in your sleep.
A fingerprint on the heart,
no one will compare to her.
You’ll regret the day of depart,
she was the the rarest thing to occur.
life
Never Enough
I unstitched my soul, thread by thread,
Unveiled the bruises where my heart had bled.
You watched, and listened, as I stressed
That I’ve never been enough, even at my best.
I placed my truth in your open heart,
A fragile thing we never meant to start.
You showed empathy and held me close,
And let you see my darkest shadows.
My words hung heavy, raw and bare,
“I’m broken,” I strongly declared.
You turned away, unmoved, no regard
While I stood bleeding and scarred.
Now echoes haunt the hollow space
Where once I begged for your embrace.
I gave you all, my breath, my trust
But love was never for me to entrust.
So go, walk on, and leave me here,
Among the ghosts of what was sincere.
I bared it all, my ruin, my pain,
And you walked away, leaving me in chains.
11/29/2025
Our Purpose
Sometimes life is a lantern,
meant to guide those in need.
When some feel abandoned,
we come to intercede.
Our purpose won’t scream,
and make itself known.
It comes to us through quiet dreams,
and we’ll admire it like a precious stone.
We aren’t prisoners to one calling,
as there are so many constellations.
When we find it, it can be enthralling,
and it’ll impact future generations.
Every shadow, even flawed, has purpose,
but it may not make sense in the moment.
Not living life is a disservice;
we all reach atonement.
Every bad thing that happens is a message,
and every good thing is a reward.
We’ll always get out of the wreckage,
because we’ll always be restored.
We’re all bound to reflect on life,
like, “Why are we here?”
Purpose carved in glory and strife,
and walking through joy and fear.
11/20/2025
Learned to Thrive
(Verse 1)
I wore the nights like winter coats, stitched with borrowed memories
Walked sidewalks made of echoes, carrying yesterday’s flames.
Rain learned all the secrets I tried to hide beneath my armor
But every puddle let out a silent screaming murmur.
(Pre-Chorus)
There’s a map beneath my scars, a compass carved in skin,
But these torn memories will never take over and win.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Verse 2)
There were mirrors made of paper, torn and scattered on the ground,
I taped them together and showed I can rebound.
Ash turned into chalk to write the lessons for my path,
And every line became a road that led me through the wrath.
(Pre-Chorus)
I learned to count the quiet, to trade my fear for hope,
I’m no longer walking on the long tightrope.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Bridge)
When the world insists on hate and loss,
Forgiveness is a river that flows in thoughts.
Hope is not a fragile vase but reality,
Life is anything but a tragedy.
Every bruise is just a poem folded in the pain,
And every step I take is louder and I remain.
(Chorus)
I am a garden after storms, roots that learned to thrive
A lighthouse helping others survive.
What broke me taught me lessons, what bled me gave me life,
I bloom in places wrecked by storms, I lived through the strife.
(Outro)
So let the clocks keep counting all the hours,
I’ve learned to dance in the showers.
When night returns, I’ll be the North Star,
and this’ll be another story in my memoir.
11/12/2025
The Crow’s Probe
(Verse 1)
I woke beside the heavy tomb,
A whisper left, impending doom.
Your scent still haunts the bitter air,
But you’re found nowhere.
They said love dies, but it’s a decree
It burns like a burn in third degree
I flew through the graves of what we were,
Digging for truth in the dirt and blur.
(Pre-Chorus)
Every heartbeat you caused to leap
I unearth in the places buried deep
(Chorus)
I’m the crow in distress
Pecking at the lies, I have to assess
Your ghost still lingers in my bones,
As I reminisce at the gravestone
Love’s not gone, it’s just transformed
Cold and black, just like the great storm.
(Verse 2)
Your eyes were candles in the storm,
Now hollow glass that won’t stay warm.
I trace the crime of love’s last breath,
Every touch, a clue to death.
I follow trails of broken tales,
Your voice in the wind, your scent in trails
In the ruin, I found your memory,
Written in soot, like an abandoned penitentiary.
(Pre-Chorus)
You taught me how to live with this bloodstain
Now I wear your memory like a rugged terrain.
(Chorus)
I’m the crow that is in distress
Pecking at the lies, I have to assess
Your ghost still lingers in my bones,
As I reminisce at the gravestone
Love’s not gone, it’s just transformed
Cold and black, just like the great storm.
(Bridge)
Do you feel me in your afterglow?
Does it take you in with the undertow?
I found the heart you buried deep,
It beats for me with a weep.
(Whispered)
I am your reckoning, your requiem’s ping
The truth is, I was your everything.
(Final Chorus)
I’m the crow in distress
Pecking at the lies, I have to assess
Our love’s a corpse that won’t decay,
It feeds the dark, it holds the deepest dismay.
Even the grave can’t make me forget
The crow still asks, “How is the regret?”
11/09/2025
Angel Boucher 