Bruh. Also, I'm writing a book(Just a collection of some new poems I wrote), so when I write a new poem, I'd rather it go to my book rather than this now dogwater site
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
Out there in the stars
There is a future for us
Where fate doesn't touch
Because we both know
The gods will never let us be
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
I grew up to fear cigarettes
Of the smoke they bring
That clouds your diamond ring
Oh, I've heard all those regrets
I know there were many dangers
Breathing too much in your lungs
Getting that taste on your tongue
It could stop me from being a ranger
I'd always loved nature with care
From the Pansies in my garden
To the sun, making plants harden
A far stretch from the smoky scare
But no story ends at the start
And High school changes people
Some even leave their steeple
But I stayed strong, but then my heart
I saw a lit cigarette so close
It's ****** dancing on the end
I could see when it could bend
It was what I wanted the most
But I had a life ahead of me
I couldn't run off my tracks
I had work to do. Stacks!
But cigarettes gave me glee!
Have you ever touched a ******
The way it has a faint glow
And the warm touch. You know
You're in love. You can't be lamer
The cigarettes on the lips
It's warmth in places to make scream
Tasting sweat as whipped cream
And oh god. It's perfect tips
I went home, cigarette's breath
There was a smoky smile
And my dad looked at me with Vile
"Those cigarettes are worse than ****
His belt was held with a mighty hand
And I fell to the ground, not in cries
If I cried, with tears as blue as sky
My father's hits could hurt more as they land
I lay there till my back was red
I sat on the cold kitchen tiles
And the look I had saw miles
But I slowly made my way to bed
I want to hate cigarettes like dad
But is, or was, my father ever that risky?
Or does he think I'm so ******* frisky?
How does one want something so bad?
Cigarettes make me wanna run
They bring me such a feeling
I leave, but, god, it's reeling
It's so ******* fun
But I need to make a life
I have to graduate high school
I need to learn the social rule
I need to have kids and a wife
But sometimes, I just want to be
A thirsty cigarette on his knees
And he's just begging, "please"
Saying "For the love of god. Smoke me"
Alas, this simple life is fine.
I have 2 little kids and a honey
We're all good on safety and money
I hope one day love will be mine
Maybe I am just a flaming cigarette
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
I once knew a girl
In a yellow dress
That she loved the best
It reminded her of home
This girl was young
Still believed in heaven
moved when she was 7
Leaving her friends
And yet, child
I must confess
She hated that dress
It meant nothing to her
She wanted trees
To have cuts on his knees
To be stung by bees
For his body to match
He wanted marbles
Not barbies in pink
But for a blink
He's the boy in the yellow dress
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Small talk
Big feelings
Small actions
Big hopes
Small mistakes
Big worry
Small moment
Big memory
Small smile
Big love
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC
I wish I had met you
Sitting alone at a bar
Or buying a new guitar
Not when I was a mad teen
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 12:29 AM UTC
Hear the wind
It screams loudly
It feels so proud
anguish mimics fire
There's a faint person
That seems to hide
It's infanate bide
just beyond the mountain.
He loves you
Always there
Messing up hair
Laughing in summer
He hates you
Stealing trash and papers
Disasters only on skyscrapers
Stay inside, stay here
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
A lantern lights my path
A whisper of the sun
Not close to the wrath
That glows the earth green
But my real, deep fear
isn't of the dark that swallows
But of the lips and tears
that hide in the water
"Come into the lake"
The tickle in my ear
Whisper, ready to take
"There's so much to do"
His skin was wet and cold
Like a rock in the river bay
I didn't care what he told
But his voice, a cosy hot spring
"I fear the night's water"
I lie in my teeth
His cackle, almost laughter
"Then let me hold your hand"
Led me away from the trail
Moonlight glows around us
The forest of deer and snails
No longer in the law
His slipper finger slid into mine
I would let go, but I couldn't
He led me to the water
He smiles, too white for a human
"Oh, dear Arthur. Your hands quiver"
His soft, wet lips met my hand
"It's okay, Lover. We're at the river"
I started to trust. Trust like a salmon
My feet got cold, in both ways
My stomach, like the river's rocks
My feet in the cold water added haze
But the beauty before me smiled
"Arthur, I feel you're tight
Fear not. I'm not vile"
With those eyes? He's right
Us into a riverbed
His teeth on my neck
The sounds from my lips
Hips rocking like a ship's deck
And blood, like liquid rose petals
I wanted more, I needed less
But my body began to fall
God, I was a mess
Just blood in the river
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
A slight chill ran down my spine
As I walked into the school bathroom
I looked down and try to walk in a line
But a feeling went over me
The bathroom walls said words
I'm not allowed to repeat here
That was no one. No jocks or nerds
It was just my teenage self
The floors were sticky with god-knows what
And the near-invisible smell of vapes
I know I was alone here, but
In a school this old, I never was
I heard there was a ghost in here
I think his name was Adam
As in the sinner, like a queer(footnote)
He's rumoured to whisper things
"I was once like Y'all"
Everyone said he growled
"Thinking I was so proud and tall"
There was always a slight giggle after
"Oh, but I guess since I'm a sinner,
His voice, was he here? So cold as ice
"Yeah, kid, Not everyone gets to be a winner"
I felt my breath in my throat
In the mirror, well, now a of Yore
There was a boy. Almost like me
A group of jocks chant *** *****
The boy, with hair of tree bark
And his eyes, though fearful, a bluebird
He tried to call. A joke scowls, "Shut it, Narc"
And red fell from the boy. More than ever
He fell. Fell like he had never breathed
The boy was stuffed in the closet, as always
A hunter's pocket knife was unsheathed
And class went on as normal
I saw, I saw it all in the mirror
Like it was me. Was it me?
And I heard his voice clearer
"Turn around. I know you want to"
Adam's brown hair and blue eyes
Looked back at me. A ghost of past
His hair, still barks. His eyes still skies
He was so close, but there was...something
A sadness that always came with blue
That seems to go hand-in-hand with Adam
And I saw 3 lines on his neck, and the shape clicked
A triangle. A blood pink triangle on Adam's neck
And an idea struck me like a train
Is this real?. As real as the sticky floors
A boy named Adam felt that pain here?
Or was that just the writings on the bathroom wall?
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 7:20 PM UTC
A kingdom made of Sand
It runs through your fingers
Try harder, it won't land
A silver platter is being cleaned
You're head will be on a stake
All your haters will storm
They will hurt, steal, and break
What will your ghost do?
Your head is in a straw basket
You were too weak
Left without a casket
How tragic you must be
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC