A heart beats,
Inside, a stone sinks,
On the surface the hue of heat
Rises and falls to the beat of your feet.
The sight of you like a stick to a drum
Jolts my spirits from toe to thumb
As I run to the pen
To exorcise the spell.
Purposely, I break the tip
And cast myself into your grip
I'd curl to you like a stray
Til every day
My defenses melt away
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
Light breeze, car wheels shrill
Walking around like a mill,
Someone give me thrills
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:32 PM UTC
Your ******* cymbals.
Fingers, violin bows.
Your spine, a flute.
Your hair, strings of a lute.
Your feet, they drum
The pace of your hips.
Metronome from thigh to lips.
Your breath, viola.
Shoulders, tablas
Your ears, castanets.
Your arms like clarinets
They undulate
And charm me like a snake.
Your cheeks, tambourines.
Your lips, dulcimer.
Your tongue, baton.
Your eyes, the ink
Of scores
I'd love
To play
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
Pick a pen,
Write a line,
A thought in the grime,
A flare in the dark
Inspiration here,
Destination there,
Worries and cares
I bind on a page
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
I stood and fought
Invisible ghosts
I followed, chased
Invisible steps.
That led to what ?
Nothing but the sound of my breath
Panting in the darkened haze.
Did my sigh summon the fog,
Did my sight summon the wraith
Did my will summon the emptiness ?
Was it all me ?
Did I make masks for others
To frighten myself
Instead of washing their feet
And bless them with a kiss
Did I not love enough ?
Or love wrong ?
Did I mistake a cough for a laugh ?
A flattery for a sneer ?
An invitation for rejection ?
Somebody guide me,
I can't see
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 7:22 AM UTC
"Are you paying by card ?
Thank you.
Next."
Her voice more monotonous as the sun goes down,
Every day,
Like the planets do the rounds,
Her voice,
Anthem of the working class,
Deaf
To the music of the spheres
And deadened by routine
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
Our bones tied to the bed,
Our will chained to the frame,
Our wanting began to fade
As it withered into the shade.
Yet, facing our heads, inside our rooms,
A cold light loomed
A beacon in the night
Coloured our faces white.
Its hue did call
Again and again
Amidst the neglect, the mold
That gathered in our nests.
Cramped by the mess,
Too sedated to fight,
We abandoned the world
For the light of another.
At our minds it clawed,
Kept our eyes opened
Like a speculum hooked our gaze
And in a daze
Kept us in the haze.
Alone in our lairs,
Connected by air,
We morphed to larvae
Inside our cocoons.
We spent our days
Watching the clock
That, on the corner,
Ticked as we knocked
Thumbs on the letters
That spelled the notes
Of prisoners
Who gripped with lust
The bars of their own cells.
Yet we cursed, we screamed
For answers to our disarray.
Silence was all there seemed,
Yet, inside the screen,
Hundreds of answers
Split us a hundred ways.
I'd read it, I'd see it
Into the light so neat
The reasons for our state
The causes of our fate
Our existence bled the pus
Of their greed and lust,
They, who injected us
With a digital drug
That curved our backs
Forward as we walked.
Our necks stretched
As if trying to syphon
Pixels from reality,
Pixels from the trees,
Pixels to fill the cavity
They drilled inside our heads.
Like snails that crawled the rust
And left their slime across the dust,
Our lives moved slow
As we struggled to grow.
Their good word, their trust...
Like coins they'd toss
At us, tramps, workers,
Whipped by day
Hooked by night.
And into the light we'd ******
Our heads and our hearts
Fattened by the stream
That fed our ruin
An umbilical cord
That kept us alive
Comatose.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC