Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
my mother calls me a devil
but ive never known a devil not able
to lie
even when my hands fall off
and the shedding skin makes me cry
so ill sit at my conviction
left hand raised to the sky
to the jury to the Lord
my words bleeding and i
turn to the face
of my Father before me
harsh words form holes
in my palms, imploring
for a verdict, an urge
that would never be able to satisfy
my burning throat
clawing for the fruit, till I die
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
you see me in the distance
i am wearing a yellow crown
you’re sat a top a hill
as the snow tumbles down
i’m screaming in the shadows
of that rusty old park
until my head falls off
and the scene goes dark
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
I looked over at the moon,
Saw your reflection twinkling there.
A half empty glass
And the wind dancing in your hair.
Laid on my back,
Beside the graveyard.
A hand reaching out,
Though we could never run far.
The priest says you cast a spell.
Kept secrets you never dared share.
But, I could always figure them out,
Half the puzzle already came prepared.
Lipstick smudged on your head stone,
Flowers rotting on the ground.
The book of love ends awfully,
Thank God He’s not around.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
And as the logs crumbled, and the last flame fell,
All that was left was the suffocating smell
Of ash, and decaying wood.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
October, you are a dying man
wearing a yellow suit
voguing down the boulevard
pretending that cane is just a prop.
Step inside the boulangerie.
Sugar melts, cakes grow stale,
but being in the case is like being on stage--
it's "let's pretend" in the sweetest way.
Summer hasn't been kind to us.
There is chewing gum on our soles,
our skin is a disaster, our regrets numberless,
yet we reflect in store windows as clearly as royals.
October, offer me your arm and no one will know
that you are not just being gallant.
With each step, another day ticks away
and when you lie down with me it will be as a near-ghost.
No matter, don't give it another thought.
I am here, once almost-pretty,
my spirit a genuine drop dead knock-out babe
and all yours until November arrives
in its ferryboat, and if you brought no coin
I've got you, allow me, you with the kindly moon in your eyes.
______
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
I can feel the ridges of your finger tips
And I wish I could rip through the skin
But then we’ll all drown into an abyss
Of crimson slimy liquid
I can feel your collarbones
I wish I could remove all your clothes
For everything get’s in the way
The greatest barrier of love,
The body
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
“…and i could write
i could write so good and well
scary ghost stories
and the voices that made you yell
whispers in the scary dark
makes you wanna scream
fogginess in the park
a nightmare-ish dream”
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
In a few years,
we’ll all turn cold.
A chill down your back,
the breeze grows old.
And there’s a light,
that freezes the storm.
That rounds the voices
end up warm.
Blanket of comfort,
a soft green bed.
Below the frost,
lay down your head.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC