The eternal dance with strangers fascinates me:
Movement around and mirrored,
Weaving through a crowd, a glance passed to and fro.
Words unspoken, worlds unmerged
But with the most miniscule of meetings.
Voice unheard yet smiles shared
Appreciation for the consideration when you step right
Allowing me to step left,
Unknowing where your step may lead
So many faces. So many lives
To me a fleeting encounter.
And yet I feel them all.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 7:34 AM UTC
I pined for this
I yearned for this
But empty
I feel hollow
Undeserving and unwanted
You say 'i love you'
But I don't feel it
I feel like an obligation
Perhaps I can't feel loved
Or perhaps there isn't any to feel
We don't know what's best for us
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 7:18 AM UTC
You smiled and shot a pine needle aimed for my heart
Left me winded and wounded and small
Splinters splattered through my veins
The chambers all blocked and punctured.
But I'm not dead, just agonised
Left pining over you
But this time I know it won't **** me
I've learnt this before and I know I'll be fine
The small splinter is heartbreaking and shattering
But it will mend itself, it always does
I'll just try to be okay until then.
Sep 20, 2023
Sep 20, 2023 at 2:13 PM UTC
Today I miss you
Or perhaps the touch of warm skin upon my own
Both feelings intertwine in my heart
Dance around like our fingers interlaced
One did not exist without the other
And I could never discern
Whether I liked you
Or your touch upon my skin
Apr 4, 2023
Apr 4, 2023 at 1:12 PM UTC
Oh, hello itch,
I've not missed you!
Nor your pleading, uneasy,
Eager smile,
Wicked begging eyes,
And hungry open mouth.
I've quite enjoyed this past while,
Lacking your insistent whispers.
Your lustful face
Looming round each corner of my boxed up,
Broken brain -
'FRAGILE - Do Not Break'
Ignored by the world -
Allowing you unforced entry,
You made a home
Hidden in the shadow
Of my unconscious darkness.
Fitfully coming to light
To remind me
Of yours and therefore my own;
Plea to die.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 7:47 AM UTC
Tumbling toward the station
glossy eyed and weak
hands murmur a cold hum
as they redden
self piteous and cynical
bare by no fault but my own.
A shimmer and I pause
magpie glassy eyes
small blades of glistening grass
I stop the music and return
to hear the frost crunch as I pick up
and I revel in the sound
to try to convince myself to stay alive.
Dec 9, 2022
Dec 9, 2022 at 4:55 AM UTC
Be a good citizen to the world -
You owe it,
You owe it to the world.
Your time,
Your mind,
You soul,
Your body,
Your life -
You owe it to the world.
Well ******* take it -
My life.
Or let me take it?
No!
Cannot take it -
Must be a good citizen to the world.
Give it away -
Its not yours to take.
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 7:11 AM UTC
So few hear my voice,
too meek and mild -
my words lack echo.
Unworthy of its repetition.
One by one,
they simply roll downward,
tumbling from my lips
toward the hardened ground.
They permeate
like the softest rain,
eagerly engulfed by parched soil.
Or like tears
quietly falling
into heavy, soaked cotton.
Each burst smaller than the last
until it's wrung out.
I will not disturb, I cannot.
But sometimes,
ever so rarely,
some words escape the fall.
And just before they hit the ground,
and splash,
someone will hear.
Shocked - I spill them.
All the words I have,
each sentence I can assemble
And have so desperately longed to utter.
It happens so rarely
that when it does,
I often mistake being heard
for love.
Mar 22, 2022
Mar 22, 2022 at 11:56 AM UTC
Your voice echoed in my mind
words you never even spoke.
Things so cruel and so unkind,
In your exact inflection and tone.
It grew louder in the silence,
Mocked my insecurities and fears
and when faced with my defiance
It just drummed louder in my ears.
I became so used to these words
That one's from your lips seemed so false.
I lost all trust in what I heard
From outside my mind's own walls.
I thought I was a mind-reader
And I could read you like a book.
But now that it's all over
I know my own mind was the crook.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
You float high
and I reach.
On tippy toes,
with painted nails
For you.
Stretched and strained,
each muscle aches.
Fingers pointed,
back straight.
Still, not enough to reach you.
A subtle breeze
and I crumble and curl,
falling back into myself,
a safety net of sorrow.
So familiar,
It was once a home.
Four walls, no roof.
And from here,
I stare up at you.
But the moon and stars
are all I see.
Sun,
you've left me once again.
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC