I reached for you with open skin,
Your thorns, they find their way within.
I bled for love, I thought I should,
But pain was not a sign of good.
I wear my gloves, not out of spite,
But so I love you from what's right.
Not out of fear, or pride, or war,
But to be hurt no less, no more.
I prune with care, I guard my soul,
For love that's real won't take it soul.
I tend, I stay, but I don't break.
I give you space for your own sake.
And if thorns still pierce me through,
I will step back , not to punish you.
I will honor both our need to grow,
And love you more from far than close.
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
The once I was, so fragile and glass,
Carrying a plate, unfilled and vast.
Piercing gazes of wanderers adored,
Curdled like milk where love was stored.
Oh heavens, I am banished, for I cannot give the flesh,
Trapped in this emptiness, soul left to thresh.
The hunger unquenched on this forsaken plate,
As they vociferate Lucifer in this desolate state.
Stripped of all I could have claimed,
The broken pieces bleed the void,
And it swallows whole, consuming still
The soul that once was pure.
But does the void drink the blood that it spills,
Or does it hunger for something still?
Does it whisper of what was, or laugh as it feeds,
Or is it simply my voice, echoing needs?
Is it the plate that shapes what I am to be,
Or am I still I, even when set free?
Was I the plate, the feast, the giver,
Or merely hunger made to wither?
If I am not the vessel, then what remains,
A ghost of a banquet, or echoes of names?
And if I was never enough to consume,
Was I meant to be devoured or meant to exhume?
If I shatter, do I cease to exist,
Or am I reborn in the slivers that twist?
If nothing is left, then what was the cost,
Was I ever whole, or just something lost?
If absence is endless, can it be filled,
Or does it stretch until time is stilled?
If the void stares back, does it recognize me,
Or does it reshape me, nameless and free?
If I gather the pieces, do they still fit,
Or was I never meant to commit?
If the feast was a lie, was the hunger real,
Or was I just meant to kneel?
And if I kneel, does that mean I remain,
Or was I never here to begin with?
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Sitting on the patio
Beneath the crescent glow,
It casts its silver light
On the quiet below
A chilly night descends,
Escaping the day's rush
Wrapped in a gentle breeze,
In this peaceful hush.
Like the moon above,
Should I fill the empty space,
Or am I just a phase,
In this cool, serene place?
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 8:46 PM UTC
Sitting on a plastic chair beneath the burning noon,
Music fills the air like a distant, hollow tune.
I drift between the realms of dreams and stark realities,
Intoxicated by the mysteries, yet bound by sober ties.
Am I but a thought that lingers in the night,
Or do I truly exist in this fleeting light?
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 1:37 AM UTC
In skies above, where dreams are spun,
Soft clouds dance, blocking the sun.
Whispers of mist, a fleeting shroud,
A canvas of sky, in whispers loud.
Pillows of white, on azure blue,
A celestial waltz, forever anew.
They drift and gather, a tranquil crowd,
Painting tales in the sky, untold.
Cottony wisps, in an endless race,
Chasing horizons, with gentle grace.
Rainbow hues in their folds endowed,
A symphony of nature, playing loud.
So gaze upon this celestial art,
As clouds weave stories from the start.
In the vast expanse, a beauty avowed,
The poetry of the sky, in a cloud.
Nov 25, 2023
Nov 25, 2023 at 3:07 AM UTC
Tears falling down
In the face of misery
Tearing apart the wound
Of the past
As I crawl into the mist of despair
I found myself in a maze
Of tragedy
Faded sense of reality
Drains the soul
Of the unknown
Nov 10, 2022
Nov 10, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC
Hungry for something that you don't have and seeking for it nowhere
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
The Inability to adapt reality is inability to survive life
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 9:13 PM UTC
Where we're lost
and left confused
Where we're drowned
by unending doubts
Where we questioned
our life decisions
Where we live
and sleep normally
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
I've been tricked
by your scent
Dizzy and fool
in this nightmare
A sweet illusion
that lingers inside
a paradise feeling
taking over me
What to do?
Let's be honest
If it's you
I'll get pricked
Agony and pleasure
pouring down slowly
filling each other
Till we drunk
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC