I cannot help but love you
Can't explain why
Moment our lips touch
My senses fly
Don't know how I got lucky
Hope we never speak the word goodbye
Happy birthday to the person
Who puts sun up in my sky
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
The silver puttering rain,
beating out a quite rhythm.
A mysterious refrain.
Never to leave tip of tongue,
natures song to contain.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 1:01 PM UTC
Earth a molten reflection,
covered in steely mirror.
Cloud eternally jealous,
of crystalline descendent.
But lo, the humble puddle,
merely reflects and dances,
praising like druids of old.
Cloud the ignorant patron.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
The silver blue morning, the chill skin biting dawn. The world calm and quiet. A small breeze whispers through the maples, that stand as if Adam and Eve, the first heartbeats to meet the day.
A warming in the eastern cold sky. The welcome to the resting world to open its sleep crusted eyes, and see this day yet to be perceived.
The birds start their laurel song. The squirrels adding their chittering gossip to the song of this newborn day. An almost unheard crunch of russet leaves underneath an unknown paw, completing the daybreak orchestra.
I feel your arms solid and wanted, a temptation to never leave the night.
I hear the sound of your breathing feathery on my ear, warm and slow.
I turn and see your still sleeping face so natural next to mine. And I can’t help thinking how happy I am to meet the day with you.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 10:33 AM UTC
The tree’s reaching tangled arms stretching for a taste of the winter sun’s null gleaming. Recognizably maple even for lack of its feathery green foliage, it’s fallen leaves spread across the ground, collecting in corners and hollows waiting to be absorbed into the earth from whence their mother came.
The sky a dull pale memory of the summer’s azure hues, not a wisp of cloud to be seen. The sun hangs low to the south continuing its eternal dance with heavens and planet.
The husks of the gardens and weeds now one and the same in their dreary brown likeness. Both awaiting their peaceful irrelevance, as they crumble into the cold earth. To await the coming seasons when their fallen seed shall rise from their long forgotten corpse.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC
Please lie to me…
Tell me you love me… even if it’s a lie.
Tell me you miss me… even if you are glad I’m gone.
Tell me you would die for me… even if I’m already dead.
Tell me you need me… even if you wish I never existed.
Tell me you still care… even if you couldn’t care less.
Tell me you are proud of me… even if I am the biggest disappointment in your life.
Tell me you are happy with me… even if loving me is torture.
Please lie to me… I fein for happiness.
Make ME look like an idiot for still wanting you.
Lie to me.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
I want to have some control, just something, one thing, please. Please.
But everything’s moving and I can’t stop it.
I can’t stop the eyes. I can’t stop the voices.
Can I even stop myself?
Clawing at my skin for some urgent sense of control,
or have I even lost control of myself,
as the blood looks like dew upon skin
in the search for something I can hold.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
A kiss is the beginning of cannibalism, and I want to devour you whole.
to steal your breath and combine it with mine, so I can live and breathe you.
I am your oxygen, and you, my fire. So consume me... I'm yours.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC