I reach for another palmful of water
and dip my hands into the glittery lake
where the lying moon prefers to loiter
and the rippling stars are all fake.
My palms are empty but for a moment,
and for a second, I have grasped eternity.
I indulge in my endless torment,
the cyclical nature feeding my vanity.
But the first drop falls, and the rest follow
suit, back into the barrel, finger on the trigger
and all I am left with is a handful so hollow
and a reflection waiting to be disfigured
again.
6h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
why should i start a fire
when i know it'll burn out?
and so I'll set myself aflame
and I'll curl up like an ember in a fireplace
just so you might warm your hands
and dry your gloves, and singe my letters
and I'll wait, wait till i burn out
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:55 AM UTC
Palms shut in prayer.
Forget how futile it is
to catch a shadow.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 11:06 PM UTC
Cheek pressed against glass
My breath draws a caricature
And I stare at it longer than I ever will
in the mirror if but to see your back
Facing me, a caricature far too real
And I am back against the wall.
Cheek flush against glass
I force myself to remember
Every detail as you walk into the distance
On a one-way street, you only go one way,
not my way, just the one way
screen between you and I
and that way is the furthest distance
in the whole world.
Cheek molded against glass
My fingers reach for a shadow long gone
But for you I'll pick apart the clouds
and tear the horizon into two,
for you may have vanished
into the shade of the world
but for me that is but breath on a mirror.
For you, I'll scratch til I bleed.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
How pathetic I am, that I have not
outrun my selfish love for you
The days pass quicker than the nights
but dawn or dusk, you are still there
and your kiss is Pity's gift
and your touch is Yearning's vow
but Love has never gazed upon me
it simply laughs
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:26 PM UTC
once again, I find myself huddled
in the faintest light, so muddled
my thoughts torn and rubbled
the darkness barely subtle
a burden so troubled
and has but doubled
still I struggle.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
I pull my fringe over my eyes
and pretend that I am blind,
for I no longer wish to see,
I am done knowing, and I have
long been forgetting, and I do
not want to remember anything
anymore.
but still, I peek out, beyond
blurry strands and dead ends
I espy the inevitable, and he
has come to take me.
I chew on my hair, hoping
that I would taste familiarity,
but alas, I have poisoned myself
and foolishly I have not died.
Like a jester I have survived
my own execution, regrettably,
and I have to see again.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
come window shopping with me
stare at brand names I can't read
watch the newest fad **** itself
endless aisles of things I'll never need
but I've always wanted to go
window shopping with you
come shopping with me
pretend that you want to
I lose my grip on your fingers
and I am but a lost child
in the maze of the mall
come window shopping
I'll be your mannequin
contort me to your liking
I will be your very best display
and you will want me
come to the window
I can no longer cry
let me feel the warmth
of your bated breath
please
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
I shy away from the light of fires
into the dark of the night.
I tell myself that sleep will bring me peace,
that it will cover my eyes, that I may hide
in a temporary shelter of my own creation.
And yet I refuse to succumb to slumber,
and I incinerate my retinas with the light
of pseudo-intelligence and I tell myself
the day ends only when I fall asleep
as if I have the courage and the bravery
and the arrogance to even hold time
between my palms and away from my face.
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
When I open the door again I will find
that nothing awaits me. In my mind
the fires of hell are quelled in a flood
sent by impossibility, reeking of blood.
I will see no longer a reflection, I will cast
no longer a shadow, I will take the past
by his throat and the future by her neck
and I will drown them in a tide of black.
Clothed in the skin of time, I meekly revel
in my loss of sight. However far the travel
presents itself, I have known that twisted path
will wind back to the beginning in wrath.
I am my own torturer, but I cannot yield.
I huddle not in fear, but in a tall grass field
where I am but a stalk in the wind,
and I am just a sock in the lint.
But even with my eyes closed, I know
the hallway will never empty. A dim glow
from beneath my door comes as a warning -
I cannot escape what has always been coming.
The monster lies not under my bed but
just beyond my door, the threat of knowing,
the risk of being, the consequence of hoping
will always, always make the deepest cut.
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC