Chained to the moon, I wander through night,
Where silver whispers dance, soft and bright.
Her glow a tether, cool against my skin,
An anchor pulling deep from within.
Dreams like stardust swirl in midnight's tide,
And in her light, my secrets I confide.
Yet chains are heavy, though the heart feels free,
Each link a memory, a silent plea.
The shadows linger, echoing the past,
While time spins forward, but I stay steadfast.
I trace the craters, scars of ages old,
A tale of longing, of love untold.
Through every phase, as she wanes and swells,
I find my solace in her magic spells.
Chained to the moon, I’ll rise and fall anew,
For in her glow, I find a world so true.
Together we dance, a timeless embrace,
In the ebb of the night, I find my place.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
In quiet corners where laughter weaves,
Two souls intertwine like rustling leaves.
No need for words to mask or disguise,
Their bond is a mirror, reflecting the skies.
Through seasons of change, they stand side by side,
With joys that they share and sorrows they bide.
In moments of stillness, no pressure to play,
Just comfort in silence, in the warmth of the day.
They share simple stories, their dreams laid bare,
In echoes of trust, they find refuge there.
No shadows of longing, no hidden regret,
A tapestry crafted, no strings to upset.
Through laughter and kindness, their spirits are bright,
Illuminating paths in the darkest of night.
A friendship unshakeable, steady and true,
In the art of connection, it’s just me and you.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
Call me when the sun has set,
When shadows stretch and dreams forget.
Call me when the stars are bright,
When whispers blend with the cool of night.
When silence drapes the weary street,
And echoes of the day retreat.
Call me when the world feels small,
When burdens lift and hope is all.
When laughter dances on the breeze,
And troubles melt like winter freeze.
Call me when your heart is bare,
When you need a friend, just anywhere.
When thoughts of joy begin to soar,
I’ll lend my ear, I’ll be your shore.
Call me when the dawn breaks clear,
When fresh beginnings draw us near.
In every moment, near or far,
Just call me, no matter where you are.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:06 AM UTC
Honey bee, honey bee, be my sugar queen,
With wings that shimmer gold in the sun's warm sheen.
You dance through blossoms, sweet nectar in tow,
A gentle whisper on the breeze, soft and slow.
In fields of wildflowers, your laughter rings clear,
A song of pure joy that all creatures hold dear.
Together we gather the sweetest of dreams,
In gardens adorned with the sun's golden beams.
Your touch brings the promise of summer's embrace,
In each little heartbeat, I find a warm place.
Honey bee, honey bee, through the seasons we roam,
With you by my side, I have truly found home.
In the hush of the twilight, your buzz fills the air,
A treasure I cherish, beyond all compare.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:56 AM UTC
Fading lines, a whispered plea,
Erasing myself, for all to see.
A gentle wash, a silent tear,
Dissolving slowly, year by year.
No angry shout, no sudden break,
Just fading colors, for goodness sake.
A muted echo, soft and low,
Where vibrant hues used to brightly glow.
The canvas blank, a pristine white,
Lost in shadows, out of sight.
A gradual leaving, soft and deep,
Secrets that I vow to keep.
No grand farewell, no final bow,
Just emptiness, and only now
I understand the silent art,
Of fading softly, setting apart.
Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC
In spring's soft blush, the cherry trees awake,
With petals like whispers, in the gentle breeze they quake.
A canopy of pink, as far as eyes can see,
A fleeting, tender beauty, nature's jubilee.
They dance in the sunlight, a delicate display,
Each blossom a moment, before it fades away.
The air is sweet with promise, as laughter fills the park,
Beneath the blooming branches, love ignites a spark.
Children chase the petals, like dreams upon the ground,
While lovers share their secrets, in the beauty all around.
As twilight softly lingers and stars begin to gleam,
The cherry blossoms whisper, the night holds a dream.
Though seasons come and go and every bloom must fall,
The memories remain, like echoes in the hall.
So cherish every moment, hold each one up high,
For just like cherry blossoms, time too will pass us by.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 4:03 PM UTC
In the quiet dawn, the mountains rise,
A canvas brushed with soft, pink skies,
Veils of mist cling to their mighty slopes,
Whispers of nature, where the spirit hopes.
Pines stand tall, like guardians of old,
Their stories etched in bark, silently told,
Craggy peaks wear a crown of snow,
Reflecting the light in a golden glow.
Streams dance down, with laughter in flow,
Cascading jewels that shimmer and glow,
Wildflowers bloom in a riot of hues,
Painting the earth with morning's muse.
Each valley cradles the sun’s warm embrace,
As shadows stretch long in a gentle race,
Mountains, steadfast, in their majestic way,
Invite our hearts to pause and stay.
So here I stand, in awe of this view,
Where the world feels vast and time feels new,
In the presence of giants, my worries unbind,
In the heart of the mountains, peace I find
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
A sky full of stars, a shimmering sight,
Whispers of dreams in the soft, gentle night.
They dance like the wishes we’ve hidden away,
Guiding our hearts as they twinkle and sway.
Each flicker a story, each glow a sweet song,
Reminding us softly that we all belong.
The moon stands as guardian, glowing so bright,
Lighting the pathway through shadows of night.
In the silence of space, our troubles grow small,
With the canvas of night, we can have it all.
So let’s gaze together, with spirits so free,
Under the universe, just you and me.
A sky full of stars, with hope intertwined,
In their radiant beauty, our solace we find.
With each fleeting moment, in silence we share,
The magic of starlight, a bond that we wear.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
A castle built on sand so bright,
With towers reaching for the light,
It gleams beneath the sun's warm rays,
In whispers of the ocean's praise.
The walls are strong, or so they seem,
Yet tides can wash away a dream.
Each grain a story, soft and fine,
A fleeting moment, lost in time.
With turrets high and windows wide,
It dances with the morning tide.
A fragile home in nature's hand,
A marvel made, yet built on sand.
Yet children laugh and castles grow,
In playful hearts, the magic flows.
For life is but a transient strand,
Our joys may bend, like castles, but stand.
So build your dreams on shifting ground,
Embrace the waves, let hope abound.
For every fortress, grand or small,
Is a testament of dreams to all.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC
I see beauty in loss for that's when true love shows itself
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC