There is a wind,
gently hoovering the sheers,
right under my seat,
up through my feet,
and right into my heart,
just to remind me to breath,
deeply in and out,
I'm a free man.
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 1:57 PM UTC
I was created unfinished, pliant,
I was made for you, By God,
Now he looks down in your smirk,
And hopes he coulds still cut my feet,
Too late, I can afford the cost of kneeling, faith.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC
You disappeared,
like something that was never mine to hold,
yet somehow,
you left fingerprints on everything,
I still wrap your absence in language,
so it hurts less to carry,
You let me down when you let me go
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
God, forgive me for Giving Up,
My mind craves something more,
A walk didn't do,
The gym did not,,
The park did not,
School did not,
Bridge over water,
Meet ahead!
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:08 AM UTC
I worship twice,
Once, the man who created me,
First, the man who made me,
My creator, gave me wings,
You plucked them away,
because, I was angel enough.
You touched me with a *****
My creator filled his fountain with blood,
and washed my pain away.
When I kneel,
I kneel for two,
because at your feet, feels like a prayer.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:44 AM UTC
I'm made of steel,
a little bony on my sole,
my teeth are fiery,
my chest of iron,
to conceal my fragile heart,
whose light was taken from my eyes,
so I can be yours.
Just snap and I'll go on the floor,
Reward me with a fist,
I was created unfinished, pliant,
I was made for you, By God,
Now he looks down in your smirk,
And hopes he coulds still cut my feet,
Too late, I can afford the cost of kneeling, faith.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:20 AM UTC
We held back so well,
There was nothing to break,
Restraint. Timing.
Underneath a starve,
wanting hands, wanting permission,
We lost the chance to be reckless,
Like this message, I poem,
I never send, a breath from a vacuum,
Anything would wither
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:59 AM UTC
Silence,
As I crawl through your skin,
Scream,
As you pay the price for my touch,
Sigh,
As you dig into the dessert,
Sleep,
As you curl into my skin
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
He's leaving,
I know because I made him,
He touched places I don't go,
Now he's gotta go,
This time round,
I don't cry,
Is it a shell around my wounds?
Is it peace I'd never known?
I didn't cry,
Why?
Ah! He's leaving me,
Not the tiny little child.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC