I must create.
Another, another. Another. Another!
My pen has run dry,
The inkwell runs from its pointed tip,
Like two magnets poled the same,
They detest to touch.
Pages covered, yet barren.
I cannot stop.
This empty inkwell keeps me alive...
Though I cannot say,
It lets me live.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
I used to smell the roses.
To pluck them would be a sin,
Defiling the lustre it lent the garden.
So, with eyes and nose,
I admire.
The pictures don't capture its beauty.
Tainted by the choices surrounding it,
On a screen that feigns the world.
It's no rose. Not to me.
Time takes with it each petal.
As the last comes to fall,
I know I've enjoyed its wonder
While it lasted.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
What do you do when the walls have crumbled?
The city falls to the army that once battered at its gates.
Now a king sits at his throne,
Defeated.
Not because he's lost the war,
Defeated at the thought that even in victory,
He would have faced failure.
What then for a king?
What then for a pauper?
What difference in a kingdom if both are governed by those without virtue?
What becomes of a castle, house, or shed,
When the one inside finds peace too late to break his rest from the bed in which he lays?
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 2:04 PM UTC
The glimmer in his eyes,
Like the moon reflected in a silent lake.
He jitters, roiling like an angry bull,
Yet gentler, softer, ecstatic for your presence.
The warmth of a body nestled close,
Comforted by touch and care,
And showing love just as such,
The only way he knows.
Who'd dare to break your heart, little pup?
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:38 PM UTC
Down the road there was a fork.
Two paths, both laden green under the glow of the sun.
Each whispered their own sweet tales in temptation,
Of stories yet untold,
Of adventures yet to unfold.
Along the way, glancing over the hedge betwixt the lanes,
The grass seemed greener.
Step by step, past each sunflower and daffodil,
Footprints carved themselves,
As eyes glared longingly away.
What have you seen along the way?
What have you lived,
On this sunny day?
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
Powdered princess waiting in the wings,
Awaiting a call given in code.
She struts to and fro,
The opening night jitters taking ahold.
The roar of the crowd likens to the screech of demons,
The lights expose more than illuminate,
And her feet struggle to find themselves beneath the tune.
She's ready, yet so afraid that she is.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 5:06 AM UTC
I barely have a picture with you,
Never one with just us two.
But...
I remember the moments,
The good and the bad,
More than any picture could capture.
The day we met forever etched in my brain,
And every smile since,
Blessedly burned to my eyes.
Time after time,
Adventure calls.
We answered with devious smiles,
Ready to run amok, together.
I always forget to take pictures,
Too lost in the moment to care.
I never cared to take pictures,
I always thought you'd be there.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
Orange tints swept among the breeze,
Painting the forest to match the sunset.
The grass's green has waned,
As the sun's heat dwindled.
Nature has begun to falter,
Suckled dry amongst the heat.
In need of rest,
Even the birds take leave for now.
Now begins a time of death.
Now begins the time before.
Now begins a time of life...
Nestled away from the cold,
Where eternity can take its time to mend the tattered roots of those too tired to try...
...Till the sun returns its glow.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
Cinders from the sun,
Burn me with heaven’s grace.
I’ve flown too far beyond the sky;
Even the stars anger at my arrogance.
It’s forever cold where I’ve come to rest,
Cold enough that I’d gladly meet my end by fire.
These wings I’ve crafted from the waning warmth of lone candles—
They cry tears of wax.
Tears of joy.
As I fly towards the light.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
The star that we grasp for,
Beyond the horizon,
Too far to ever touch,
Too long gone to make a difference.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 6:09 AM UTC