to the land, to the sea
it talked to me, showed me another
version of
myself lying in the
flow of the creek;
adrift
I watched on log covered
in moss;
“Who is that.. and where is he going?”
I wondered
Off the cliff of
Silent Waterfall;
heavy misty rain on the way down
will he land in world of dreams?
To glorious to even comprehend?
Or was it just
a splash at the bottom?
And his spirit kept flowing
until he fell ashore
the beauty of life
and it’s **** question
we’ll never know
until we know
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
maybe i do
need to
toughen up,
maybe im to
easily
knocked down
by the slightest
gust of
life
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
not sure if life
building or falling apart
thing’s changing all
the time
and missing you
is killing me
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 1:12 AM UTC
sometimes when i wake up
after i dream of you
i pretend for that first hour
that maybe that it means
we’ll come back around
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
i love you,
**** baby; is it to soon?
this
marijuana
and
recklessness
blocking me
out
i
can’t
have no
fun
with
you
as it
all comes
back,
i need to
pop a
allergy pill,
stay back
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 8:39 PM UTC
it’s a monsoon outside today,
it made me think about us.
yesterday two cars were racing each other, one just slightly gaining past, it made me think of us.
i see 2 birds fly side by side, everyday, they make me think of you
all the time.
when can i skip to the
part where your mine again?
if you ever were at all
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
i wonder
if in his lonely hours
of midnight,
in spaces where
bones and spirits
meet,
do you dream of me
that way i
dream of you
am i on a
pedestal of
your ridicule
or just someone
you miss
from time to time
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
you told me
the truth
oh how you came
into my life,
a sacred oasis
it never was,
but i still showed up
for you
now i
check in
time to time,
even though you think
it’s best we end this-
i can’t believe you
suddenly don’t trust me
i say i understand
but what if i don’t
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
i tried, maybe somewhere
i knew it would end like
this for us,
maybe you just should’ve
spoken up more
im not who
you say i am
or who you think
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 9:40 PM UTC
to grow is to
let go of what is.
we become
anew, with friends,
hobbies, and environments
we become new seeds
of old flowers we
dreamed we be,
now it’s time to
sprout again
a new seed of
flower, planted in
new soil,
ready to bloom
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC