Crackling of a flame
Recollection of a name
I peer down,
Each foot is casted in grey
Descending, casting soot
One before the other foot
I trudge along,
Leaving behind a trail of smudges.
Turned to filth as I pace back and forth- and back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.
Now, my pants are filthied.
Another task unto-
Dusting off hands, washing pants, and mopping floors,
preceding the wonder of taking a chance.
The everlasting dance of too much to do
**** I never cleaned my shoes
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:03 PM UTC
Luh luh bye
World turned awry
Can healing truly fare
while trauma’s branding begs despair?
Nihilism calls a *****
‘Til someone comes, claiming their say.
“Don’t you dare establish fame!
The heart’s domain is mine to spare.”
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
Sparkling shimmy
Hues and textures ebbing flow
Reveal new seasons
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
A soulful exhale
Soothing warmth, silly stretches
The essence of home :)
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:24 AM UTC