Every piece to every particle, I wish you were mine.
Digging through the deepest trench
of the nerves,
All I could trace were faces—all whom which I could not recognize, nor possess.
Every time the blood flows,
Every time the mind thinks,
Every time the consciousness speak,
Traces of each particle from where it first existed still remain.
All you are is just a fragment of other people.
Neither broken nor whole,
Yet the crave to own you still exists,
along with the insatiable thirst of witnessing the past—
Where everything about you started.
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
From the eyes of a man,
One whose memories are filled
Of wails and cries
of odd and blurred figures;
along with a wired machine that makes the same noise.
Many of you,
thy shadows faded not too long ago.
Yet the light shone once again.
Ironic how the spotlight aimed directly at me,
One that never shunned before—
at least not for me—
revealed the shadows of yours that have long vanished.
As you lay your gaze upon me,
as your tongue speaks of me,
and as you shed a forced tear upon me while looking down like a madman.
How I longed that I was seen,
I was heard,
and was remembered before I lay beneath.
For none looked at my way before I was ******
For everyone will see a man only when he can't be seen.
..None will see a man 'til he's a dead man..
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
You were never meant to be understood.
For you're not a puzzle to decipher,
A book to analyze,
Nor a mathematical problem to solve.
Let me admire you—
Not through your looks,
But through your gaze.
Stare onto me so deeply;
Let me be fully absorbed by you—
That I needn't to unravel your wholeness.
Through my gaze,
And through your eyes,
I know you.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 10:51 AM UTC
Dig through me.
Analyze me like how you analyze a poetry—
Stare onto my eyes so deeply.
And if you will,
hold the hand inside me;
Fill my being with such tenderness.
Complete me; and
yearn for my existence—
Devour me with such completeness.
Explore my soul through its depths,
Until your light reaches through its darkest.
Through the every inch of my soul,
Gaze at my symbols,
And witness all the toil—
all the crawl—that's carved
Within the edge of my soul
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC
Fortunate, but quite unfortunate—
How did a seedling sprout upon a grassless field?
It shouldn't be here—but light favored it;
And constantly, rain falls upon its favor.
O, how you grew well!
In a grassless field, a fig tree—
Fair leaves, symbolic patterned trunks, and many.. too many figs.
The tree's quite soft—no insides, but filled with soul.
The tree's figs are quite falling;
and the tree can't choose which to save—
all of it fills life to its coreless being.
Then, all the figs fell—the light and rain can't support it no more.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 9:26 PM UTC
Drag your dagger upon my numb, blinded heart;
And let me kiss you—never to be apart.
That way of thy embrace,
one that makes my heart skip a pace:
it presses onto my scar,
all which only you caused so far.
O, how it harmonizes the pain and comfort.
I know not,
If thy love comes along with a dove,
Or a strike of an iron club.
Still, let me kiss you for it—
For I know not the feeling—
that odd concept of loving.
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
In a void,
and on the brink of fading,
You filled hope
to a flower that is wilting.
Thy eyes radiate
In a world where everything's
filled with dusk like an endless chasm.
In a maze where path is unending,
You showed the way with a smile,
I never thought I would be the cause of fading.
I took the spotlight,
never noticing,
How it drained your light.
The flower that almost wilted--
that one flower,
that you,
brought back to life,
That was I.
How I wish I could give it back to you--
How I wish,
that as I laid my gaze
upon you,
How I wish,
that you had never gazed back.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
Please,
I beg of you,
I'm thy Adam--
Supposedly a star--
a star chained to you.
I cannot ascend anymore;
that gravity of yours--
pulling me downwards,
lower and lower.
I'm your falling star,
struggling
to carry it all.
Let this be the last wish.
Please,
I beg of myself,
Do not fall,
Let yourself explode,
so that, at least,
You will be seen
and remembered.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
I'll sit here on our porch
humming, gazing,
still waiting;
yet unsure if I'll spot your shadow.
I know your road seems too narrow,
but why does it seem
where I'm sitting
is not on your 'to go'?
Piece by piece,
fragments of moments
withering-- slowly vanishing;
there I found my self,
the only one still collecting.
One by one,
those we cherished,
begone.
The porch where I'm sitting,
one we're both dreaming--
Is it also vanishing?
I'm slowly losing my seat,
you left me in this dream,
alone, still hoping.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
I don't know,
is it the sound of your feet,
or your heartbeat?
one is getting louder,
while the other
is beating
quite harder;
yet, might be
for another.
Hands are not
being held any tighter;
I miss the warmth,
It's too unbearable for this
to be colder.
Just like the trees
that needs the breeze
to move;
and just like the ocean,
that needs the moon
that pulls;
I, too,
need you.
However,
Unlike the moon,
or the breeze,
I crave,
I long,
I yearn,
for you to
not to go to the other side,
nor stop the breeze.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC