Smokes sifts through thick air,
Humid with tears of the masses.
Humidifiers embed themselves next to the cancer inside our lungs.
The TV moans with never-ending sorrow,
Mom and dad weep for an event not lived.
Music trills through the non-exsistent silence.
Ears ache with the popping of yawns.
A noose is made with wire,
Hung with the L-jack bought days prior.
I wait in our spot, now swept clean,
This is all a puzzle to me,
I wonder if you can tell me what to see.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:47 AM UTC
I feel stupid around you.
Not in any romantic way
that makes me loopy,
swings me off my feet,
but in a way of anger.
Watching life grow around you.
Its stupid
Im just jealous,
but I cant help it,
Im sorry.
To see my space around you
being forgotten and filled,
while my space for you is still there
forever growing.
I dont want you to leave me,
but that may feel better than staying.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 5:43 AM UTC
I wonder
do you dream of me
like I do you?
Countless nights I've gazed up
looking at stars that I pretend are no different than yours.
Shielding my eyes,
imaging the comforter underneath me is yours,
not my own.
I can hear your voice notes in my mind
drunken slurs
curved around what I wish was love.
So while I wonder
don't tell me.
I can't handle the reality.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC
The cars whip by me,
a sea of red and orange.
I think I can feel you,
our minds intertwining.
We can live forever on this road,
no chains to bind us.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC
They morph before me.
Blending lines of binary into an unfounded beauty.
Lashes curling into petals,
cascading down their cheeks like autumn leaves.
Their hair shortens like freshly trimmed grass,
I can't help but inhale as they pass.
I fear for our final goodbye.
When they trickle out my palm like water,
their presence evaporating from my world and into anew.
Their not my darling and yet I wish for them to be so,
the coward I am can't handle rejection,
and what it would mean upon our final meeting.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
The sweet nectar of grapes matches the essence of you.
As your gaze falls upon me,
entranced with gluttony.
I indulge in your feast,
teeth finding comfort in the puncture of apples.
You lay your heart in the middle,
and I indulge in that too.
The squelch of blood bringing satisfaction to my ears.
Rivulets cascade down my chin,
captured with a flick of my tounge.
The table is empty by the nights end,
and I make sure you are tucked in.
Our bellies are full of love and honey,
sickeningly sweet and ready for the next feast.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:38 PM UTC
I remember you.
I remember cello strings,
I remember blunt remarks,
I remember punches to the gut.
And I remember late nights,
tucked against one another,
whispering secrets and holding sweaty hands.
And I remember the wonder in your eyes,
making plans to runaway.
Maybe to Canada, maybe to Sweden.
Yet I loose the memory of us.
Giggling in blanket forts,
clearing cans of whip cream.
Yet I've found you again, and I can't tell if I should stay.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
You slip away from me like sweat soaked hand slips away from a metal bar.
Unrelenting, having to break away and wipe before trying to reconnect.
But I fear that before I can reach back out to you I'll fall. And you'll stay where you've always been.
I'll be memorialized as a photo on your wall. Caked in dust and yellowing at the edges.
Taken down when my frayed image no longer matches your pristine white walls.
I can only hope you'll store me in a box instead of fire,
if only so I could last a little longer,
like a loose thread clinging to your shirt.
Hoping to go unnoticed so you can pull me along.
Yet if you let go I wont hold on.
You hold the key to chains that bind you, and I would never stay to weigh you down.
So please let me go gently if you can.
Lay me in the grass before you renovate the terrain,
build cities up top and forget me slowly.
It is the only mercy I wish for.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
Distance grows between us like the ends of hair.
The beginning of the end comes far before the root.
Splits unable to fix,
only able to trim until there is nothing left to repair.
It is only your spine that faces me.
It’s curvature highlighted in the sun,
turning away from me like the sunflowers around you.
Growing towards your light, away from my doom.
Losing you slowly,
a fading memory you’ll forget in a year's time.
I’ll stay lingering, like your scent in the air.
Hand outstretched, lightyears away
a crowd awaiting you.
And so I sit,
Cherishing the shadow you leave behind.
Knowing that by the next day it will be gone,
and you with it.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
The thrum of the drum pulses around my heart.
Grounding me among a sea of thrashing bodies.
The riff of guitar wraps smoothly around my mind, taking me away from the world outside these walls, away from the ache in the soles of my feet.
And then there is the voice of you.
Altering my mind, reminding me why I wake up each day. Reminding me of our realities and the hope within them.
I raise my hands to the band like a member of worship.
Giving grace for the guidance they provide.
Wearing their merch like a religion, to let the world know where I stand.
In these walls, queerness is a freedom, emphasized by the tears I shed as you scream the rage of generations.
Blazing the path from Florida to California, reminding me that I can be alive past eighteen.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:35 AM UTC