Doe eyes,
blinded by bright white lights.
Come at me with impact,
and take me by surprise.
I’ve frozen,
I’m gone,
and I don’t think you know just what you’ve done;
and I might contribute this to the fact that I don’t know quite what you’ve made of me yet either.
Am I a fool?
Do you make such vulnerable eye contact with everyone you accidentally encounter in life’s road?
Do you stand by all their sides until help arrives,
like you waited un-required,
by me?
Though I’d fear to jinx it,
I have to say,
that I just might survive this fated crash alive.
Or at least,
you make me delusional enough to want to try.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 11:19 PM UTC
Where did you think lakes came from?
What did you think kept rivers flowing dear,
if not the tear ducts in our eyes?
7 seas for each billion people walking this Earth,
and an 8th in the making given the proper time.
Yet this time the 8th one is taking longer to develop on behalf of those merely crawl our Earth,
and those who have convinced themselves that it is not okay to cry.
Then there is the rain,
the men who were told they aren't allowed,
and that's why the source of the rain is kept obscured behind the clouds.
Crying might be painful dear,
but always let it out,
because if crying is halted then we'd all be left in drought.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 1:59 PM UTC
My head is turning,
my stomach is churning,
my tears are spinning off my nose.
My tears onto the page like the blood running from my veins.
Words hurt,
yours hurt worse though,
with no apology, no delay.
You know just what to say to cut right through my veins.
But you say you spare my arteries because you love me in your own rare way.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
Respair,
it’s not fair.
I am standing on a wire,
I wish not to be a liar.
Lean a little to the left you will fall to your death,
little to the right to find prosperity and ease that will make you feel light.
I might be scared to fall,
or maybe not at all.
Perhaps to keep my options mine,
have no responsibility on either side.
I think I stand here for the challenge,
to keep me on my toes,
for that is what I’ve always know.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
Never walking always running,
never being always holding,
holding the weight that the world left in my hands.
The sun’s going down,
and the worlds burning in the same direction now.
And my arms are nearly ready to give out.
Heavy.
My arms are heavy.
My eyes are heavy.
And above all,
my soul is heavy.
-Sincerely, E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
A child is once an adult once they comfort the baby and forget how to sulk,
once they have lost the ability to quit their brain,
once they stop wishing for toys and instead wishing that they felt sane.
By convincing the sheep that they needn’t not weep because the wolves had already been fed,
but what she did not include was that it was by the means of her own arms and legs.
Soothing the child whispering she’d “only be gone a little while”,
and yes,
she has to go live her life.
Preaching to ignore the slurs and every each cruel world,
saying “don’t let it corrupt your pure souls”.
With tears flooding her eyes,
and sorrow in her smile,
sorry that she has to leave them in a nest of thorns.
-Apologies, E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
I wanna be high on the star dust of love,
floating above the atmosphere from the taste of your lips,
yet still held against the Earth by your tight embrace.
A hug so warm that the sun needn't have cause to exist.
A love that allows me to lose myself in the black hole of my mind,
while still feeling secure enough not to be ****** in by its unique gravitational pull.
I want to be able to have my stomach rotate within itself when around you,
and most importantly I would love not to have to do so in silence,
light years away from you,
caught in a terrible case of inertia.
But rather have my whole world orbit around your extraterrestrial existence,
no matter what phase you are in,
or how whole you feel nor how large your shadow cast.
-Love E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC