Comp laically,
no between the lines,
figuratively,
subsequently,
loneliness
I apologize for my sins,
There's no fairy whim
in this fairy take beauty.
When has understanding
crossed over such of breathes,
I wish to just be absently dead.
You wouldn't understand.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
Snow white brings
the climate that brings
and I will sing
as the beauty queen.
White as the flakes,
and pretty created
and the wings
of how they bring.
Tears that fleeces
and how I bring
A stormy brings
and hail may tease.
You think I wink
as the weather brings,
Sabotaging
worse as teasing.
Wish that I too as sink
drowning all my wishes
for such an appetite,
But ever wish-ful
is just a crayon.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
A story hidden in the petals
of life, when petals withered
A story blooms with fragrance,
Live your life is such way that
Become the story of the day,
Your life or life mine, ending in.
A story live,
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
I could've just laid down if
I wanted to
ignoring the bells that echoes
inside my head
Let the earth swallow me
among withered leaves that decay
beside me
Let the world dry out
as if all lamented things
belong to me
I could act as if
my heart is an icy winter water,
never to beat, never to warm at all
Granite skies would drift above me,
haunting me in my night and
summer days
But in the thunder that frightens me
A swift lightning would pass me by,
a crack of gold in my darkest night
The flood crashing through doors,
through all the breathe that I've lost
I would learn to hold every air that I touch
All the celestial mass throbbing in my chest
The distant rumble of supernovas
that tears me apart,
and black sunshine that shines on my face
Even if midnight splatters beneath my eyes,
with all the stars that glimmer
that badly wants to fall
Even if half of my shadow is blown to nether
I would suffer everyday, and in my pain
I knew I could feel
I would die everyday, with all lamented things
and in all my deaths
I have learned to live
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
I am no longer alone,
they are not on their phones,
talking, laughing, giggling, crying,
Its a reminder of the 80s era humanity.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
I hate those words.
I try to eat once a day,
but I never swore
I am no fleeing
towards fish rays
I'll eat when starving
and **** the
electrical eels.
I'll rather eat
a **** octopus
Never ate one,
seen the sushi
but doesn't seem
to be
my kind of thing
to me personally.
**** the eels
and **** the octie....
There's a hole in my pocket............
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC
There's no breeze,
under sheets,
running full force fan
and 12 hours
since I was empty,
I Imagine a carriage,
wasn't like other years,
and the cracking of beers
isn't like a sheep shear's
or a bottle of Jack's
or white of *****
Not even a bottle of gin
could save me of my sins,
The opposite being Tequila
I would never go again there.
Wipe the floors,
ascending
and
give a dog a biscuit,
but realize
your tantalizing
is short for tease.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
You think you are presently safe,
but presciently do you, think so?
And ambivalently, are you so warm?
Or is it a simple of " I I think so"?
Watch this space.
You're gonna love
my restructuring.......
Nothing like,
a superficial lace,
around your tuxedo.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
Summer's over and yet she's told,
she's as memorizing as the sky is bold
Yesterday's fairy-tale is like eggs of yolk
Try it again.....
She's as smooth as the sky's been told,
and the texture over-ruling her is bold
and she warms me and I ....
Try it again....... (Last Time)
Sitting here on the steps, rusty, and crusty
they are blistering and they blister
Those so called eyes are never less than rusty
and the eggs boil but they will make it........
like the bacon and yet I'm in this maze
Almost, try again.......
Oh **** it!!!!!
RGH
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 8:51 PM UTC
Mysteries are like blame,
Clues wash off in the rain
You are so splendidly
inside and out beautiful,
Catch the inflated coloured ball
and kick it back to the smalls,
You and I had a decent distraction,
though brief, it made me feel tall.
You love how I can flow and rhyme
and you sparkle like a new-born dime
Carve every tree in a park of our names
You're the one fantastically,
and so realistically,
erases reality and how I'm numb.....
I'll chase you through teasing trees
and dodge all the angry wasps and bees
Just to be in your arms breathing silently.
RGH
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 1:19 PM UTC