A yellow baby t-shirt; mashed pumpkin stains
pressed into the cotton— a milky burp across
the collar, no longer white.
Chubby cheeks filled his face for the first
few years, till he swallowed them by eight.
Four years earlier, he was half the boy
he'd spend the rest of childhood becoming.
Two missing front teeth— a love for carrots;
biting crescents from the corner of his mouth.
Red, glassy eyes, still wet from tears— forced
to smile beneath the flash of a school camera.
No teeth. Just a crooked smirk; years later,
he can't help but grin with a full set of teeth.
Looking through these fading photographs,
their corners curled with age, I can't help but
smile at my growth— every picture holding
a smaller version of me, still developing, like
film left in the dark, waiting to become itself.
3h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC
A naughty kiss between two innocent
faces— she calls you over:
"I need you right now, man."
Maybe she's looking
for a right-now man.
You arrive super late as her man—
ironically, flying past time as her
Superman.
Wouldn't you cape your fears,
longing for each other's presence;
though the present won't keep us
from becoming past tense.
The very thought of us being alone
together— banking on the only moment
we truly have.
You took out a loan; don't you dare
lose your interest now.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
Waiting in a wanting feeling—
a body yearning; a heart always
searching
Lost in so many deep thoughts—
a mind caving,
'''trembling
two hands praying;
drunk on passions,
emotions
swaying....
Like old t-shirts—
we are torn....
between want and need;
what comes first?
'''and what will become
of us, when all that's left
is the difference between
the two?
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
find your way home—
round the corner,
searching for more...
there's a corner store
where I placed my heart;
not to be bought,
nor priced to be sold—
body,
heart,
and soul.
truly, I could be more,
if I took more time
to find more.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:45 PM UTC
He fell in love with your chin; every time
you kept your chin up, holding together days
that were falling apart.
He fell in love with your colour; not for how
it looked, but for how it painted the people
standing close to you.
He fell in love with your teeth; not because
of your smile, but for the bite you take out
of life— how you chew through doubt
and swallow fear whole.
He fell in love with the strangest things
about you; for love has always been strange—
turning little things into all the reasons to stay.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
There’s a wolf’s tale, of a tail
caught in a snare, as winter snared
at the loner too; cold fitted with sharp
teeth, gnawing at what was left.
A stray dog strayed too far
from the pack— and being a stray;
it was easily led astray.
So the wolf bit through its loss—
cutting its tail short to keep its tale going.
A lesson hidden in the fur: sometimes
freedom asks for a piece of you first.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
To be drunk in love—
like a drunk man walking home
at night, stumbling into his feelings
left & right
Searching for the right one,
really the last one left from the bunch.
As I only have a flower in hand; picking
"she loves me, she loves me not—"
which petal will I land on?
And when two drunk hearts
bump into each other— who's the first
to lose their balance and call it love?
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
_spills;
my body feels ill— a wheel circling my will.
what story survives when my insides are
factually fractured, yet my outside still
poses for pictures?
So many moments captured;
I only know them once I reopen
the time capsule.
then—
everything spills out. the floor stains
where my tears rehearse becoming
oceans.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
Chip on the shoulder; cut into fries—
to hate the sight of you, yet see
beauty inside your eyes. In this social
economy we rationalize to survive;
I learnt to downsize; prey over seconds,
praying for a little more time, feeding
your grace— who says “amen”
anymore without asking why?
A man loves a good set of thighs;
puts money where his mouth is,
yet rarely mouths what he prizes.
Some women wear beauty like a flawless
disguise— pretty lies glossed over hurt,
their tears touched up with better eyeliner
lines, and lies.
Still, only the wise keep looking up,
while life keeps handing them the ground.
Because growing up is realizing
everybody’s a hungry face—
dressed differently at the table.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC
oh, there’s a pretty breeze; pretty bold—
while the bald man rearranges his wig,
to speak a bold love through trembling lips.
sometimes it goes over your head—
did you notice?
love is a tall feeling, yet arrives a little
short-noticed; lost on horizons, where
abandoned dreams still wave.
words we chewed too long, that scratch
raw against the throat; fingernails bitten
to confession, trying to swallow those
dangerous three words.
because loving someone is often just
standing exposed— hoping your heart
gets noticed before your fear does.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC