Write that song
Drink that drink
Cry so long
That you sink
Nobody knows me
I’m always locked outside
Of who they want me to be
So I run and hide
I could never love anyone
So don’t waste your time
But now I’m done
So scrub off the grime.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:57 PM UTC
The frothy sea-foam whispered secrets to the shore
Just to get pulled back home by its mother
A pearly-pale girl walks just beside the chaos
As a shallow, grey storm pushed vibrance to the side
Shells of different hues collect on the sand in flurries
As lady-earth stirred the ocean with rage
Wishing to erase humanities wrong-doings
Crystal-clear drops of rain
rush down her gloomy European features
Tasting of the burden, filth and time
She could almost hear the faded memories
From her childhood whispering and reaching out faintly
The girl knew as her footprints were imbedded in wet sand
That she would never feel the same again
As she did all those years ago.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
Tear-stained cheeks stare back at me
Blotchy and burning in the mirror
As the daggers I threw at you
Came flying back to meet me
When I cried at the sight
Of my waist and hips
I would always depreciate
Your face, body, and lips
The way I’d splatter
The blood from my wounds onto you
As if my pain was an excuse
To hurt a child like you
And now I feel my face
Shifting into something new
Melting, molding into
those who hurt me once before
Now I’m yearning for
A trenchant blade wrapped in lace
So I could excise the rot
From my infected core
I miss the sweetness I used to hold
The joys I used to spread around
But now I’ve run so cold
So I don’t speak a sound
I’m so sick of myself
I wish I’d praised you growing up
Building you proud and vibrant
And yet I shattered how you used to admire me
During your first memories in childhood
I pressed a sizzling red stamp
Onto your self-worth
And yet you still followed me
There’s no string of words I could ever say
To make any of your pain go away
What’s done is done
Maybe the solution to this problem is my death
Because this is the only solution left.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.
A dog starved at his master’s gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipped and armed for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf’s and lion’s howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
The wild deer wandering here and there
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misused breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher’s knife.
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won’t believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever’s fright.
He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.
He who the ox to wrath has moved
Shall never be by woman loved.
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider’s enmity.
He who torments the chafer’s sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.
The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother’s grief.
**** not the moth nor butterfly,
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh.
He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar’s dog and widow’s cat,
Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat.
The gnat that sings his summer’s song
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s foot.
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist’s jealousy.
The prince’s robes and beggar’s rags
Are toadstools on the miser’s bags.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The babe is more than swaddling bands,
Throughout all these human lands;
Tools were made and born were hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;
This is caught by females bright
And returned to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on heaven’s shore.
The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes Revenge! in realms of death.
The beggar’s rags fluttering in air
Does to rags the heavens tear.
The soldier armed with sword and gun
Palsied strikes the summer’s sun.
The poor man’s farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric’s shore.
One mite wrung from the labourer’s hands
Shall buy and sell the miser’s lands,
Or if protected from on high
Does that whole nation sell and buy.
He who mocks the infant’s faith
Shall be mocked in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne’er get out.
He who respects the infant’s faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child’s toys and the old man’s reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
The questioner who sits so sly
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.
The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar’s laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour’s iron brace.
When gold and gems adorn the plough
To peaceful arts shall Envy bow.
A riddle or the cricket’s cry
Is to doubt a fit reply.
The emmet’s inch and eagle’s mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne’er believe, do what you please.
If the sun and moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.
The ***** and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation’s fate.
The harlot’s cry from street to street
Shall weave old England’s winding sheet.
The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,
Dance before dead England’s hearse.
Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born.
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.
We are led to believe a lie
When we see not through the eye
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.
God appears, and God is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night,
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:17 PM UTC
She fled for cheap Chardonnay
Ignoring the cold dreadful way
She left the most loyal lover
She never had, and yet betrayed
Although I waited throughout
The lonely nights and vacant days
These feelings never went away
So I cradled a sliver of hope and stayed
Now I wonder if I was just a joke
As I sat in the grass wrapped in smoke
My fingertips holding onto the scent of bitter-sweet nicotine
Bathing in the moon’s pale familiar beam
I ponder why it seems I remain a last choice
I wonder if I will live to hear a lover’s voice.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:01 PM UTC
The transition from vibrance
To the vast, abysmal silence
Is one I cannot remember
Suddenly a pale, ghostly fog
Stretched itself across the face of the earth
And everything went dead
Simply observing as the world whirls by
Through tainted panes of glass
Ignoring all that was said
The frosted line begins to blur
Slithering ruthless and undeserved
The grey stumbled and stirred
Muffling my screams, not to be heard
When did it begin?
How did I allow the darkness to creep in?
Killing the moon-child and planting a seed
Nurturing a perfectionist within its greed
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
I feel as if everything inside me has died
Emotions deserted to decay,
mangled horrifically and unrecognizable
Allowing my soul to slip into an endless forest of blue
Massacred mercilessly into a ****** crimson hue
Gifted a brain wired for predetermined spirals
Robbing my blank canvas of a pretty smile
They depicted me as a ghost with milky nothingness
As I saw a million visions, they saw the abyss
Sometimes I wish they would hear the words I speak
But their gaze just
passes right through me
Maybe the fault is mine for being so tragically meek
So the beauty beneath my words
Dances without being seen.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
Stained are teeth, and fingers yellow,
Softly whispered lies we keep.
Smoke unfurls in breath so mellow,
Promising but sinking deep.
Coiling tendrils, soft and clever,
Lull the mind in fleeting grace.
Cinder ghosts that warm, yet sever,
Leave their embers on the face.
Every spark—a pledge unwinding,
Every drag—a weight we bear.
Sworn to comfort, yet confining,
Clinging to a thinning air.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC
Oh just for a moment
let me climb out of my body
and feel the vastness of the crashing ocean waves.
Oh just for a moment
let me soar to the highest mountaintop
and flap my wings with the cluster of 100 birds.
Oh just for a moment let me land in a valley of flowers
and see the blooming of a million colorful petals.
Oh just for a moment
let me be a wild river of torrential water,
a star-filled night of boundless space,
a vast field of undulating grasses --
let me be all this, untethered,
unconstrained,
limitless --
joy.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 2:16 AM UTC
Slowly my imagination fades
That creative side of yesterday
I bid farewell with kiss goodnight
Sadly I've lost my poetic sight
Oh but I remember when
The words would come
And have no end
An expression of wounds
The darkness within
But even the poet
Must someday mend
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC