a weekend vanishes in smoke,
what even happened? I cannot recollect
is sleep cyclic? an hour inducing yet
another, passing days in dreamy hazes
I think I did things — my calendar tells me so.
but the hours pass by in foggy mist.
perhaps I should talk to more people
perhaps I should read a book
perhaps I should write some poetry
but these things require so much effort
I may as well sleep
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 11:41 AM UTC
They first met in the fruit aisle, both pacing to and fro
— but she tripped before he could say hello
The next was in class, their luck was cursed
— seats alphabetized by last names instead of first
A chance meeting in a bookstore, if only he had lingered
— he had left by the time the entrance bell jingled
A double wedding inside a white-bedecked hall
— the groom caught the bride just as she had a fall
Alas, it was not they who were a pair — it was too late
Some soulmates just do not have the right fate.
May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
— frayed red yarn
(three year?)
shattered
; a slippery coating
stiffly ;
rigor mortis setting in
butterflies
fluttering flight
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
an oath of fraternity
a lifetime promise
a jade pendant
a sea of red
arms intertwined
sips of wine
one follows the other
butterflies
fluttering flight
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
they wander among the kelp
hand in claw — the moments
their stolen treasures
the mer and catfolk
are forever at war
but that is of no concern
for love conquers all
eyestalks peep
out of the sand
the next day —
the cat is found floating belly-up
the fish is fresh on a plate
catfish swarm among the kelp
that they once roamed through
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 5:06 PM UTC
a deserted doc
waits patiently
its turn
while other tabs wage war
battle cries of notifications
flashing texts to distract
guerrilla warfare
but really
it’s quite unnecessary
content
is always
easier consumed
than created
and I —
I’ll always take the simpler path
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 9:32 PM UTC
"If you lie on the grass,
you can feel the heartbeat of the world."
We all play our parts in its symphony
and I — perhaps I am the hydraulophone
I like imagining myself as water.
The river running through Liyue.
It is smooth and calm,
unperturbed by anything
Even words — they fall like fragmented shards.
Leaving ephemeral ripples on the surface.
At least, this is what I aspire to.
But at my core, I am still frost.
Push too hard and I can still turn to ice.
And the pagophone in the ensemble,
playing to its own beat.
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 9:38 PM UTC
Crimson dew
falls upon white
roses, staining petals
blush pink her cheeks
fiery, cries echoing upon
endless walkways, penetrating
the winter silence of the night sky.
**Off with his head. Off with her head.
Off with their heads. Off. Off. Off. Off. Off.**
The rhythm of clinging lockets clattering on marble floors,
strangled pleas (a please), heads thumping like metronomes
a wedding march through the chapel in pristine white.
Her heart has flown away — disappearing to
dance with stars through Hyperion foliage
She seeks it out, but her guards’ heartbeats
call to her like a sirens’ song — she
pulls them out, still beating,
blood caressing her fingers
They beat in staccato,
too-fast, too-warm.
Too late
it is gone gone gone.
Give me back my heart.
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC
3% —
Nice talking with you today!
2% —
Seems like we had a productive…
1% —
So let’s meet —
Conversations interrupted
plans unfinished
before the
screen —
The clock running
down, just a
bit too —
Chargers lost
messes of
cables
the rush
—charging—
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
i feel as if
i've taken
out my
dreams
heart
all
to
put
on display
how they glitter!
sparkle in the light
in dusty attic corners
i'll just fill up
the emptiness
with crystal tears
and sleep through the night
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 9:29 PM UTC