i want to learn how it feels to love again
softly retreating to kindness
after the wounds multiply-
plaguing me with fresh lacerations
festering to reveal someone
i'd rather keep astray
for their tongue is full of venom
and i'm left with no choice but to retreat
until wrath disappears
to avoid hurting those dear to me
as i can't see them
when my vision is currently clouded...
let kindness in, and the fog will soon pass.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
i fall in and out of love
like it’s the last dance
i’ll ever share with life
the debt of this beauty
exhausts me into submission
but i live to see another day
it’s a struggle being awake
i can hardly respond to messages
although writing poetry is inevitable.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 10:07 PM UTC
From a sprouted seed of a strawberry,
I blossom at spring's arrival, unbeknownst to many
Forsaken to haunt when the shadows know best
Red cascading petals that cover my *******
Covered in jelly, gushing with flavor
Sweet to the desirable tongue
Like the frozen, breathless taste of yours
A rotten confession staining my artery
Reveal me like a stolen painting
Unveiled on the thinnest nights of Samhain
As I present fear and sovereignty
Living dangerously with tender words
Fated to die, though devoted to mending you
In the eyes of many, shame is nothing but a wish
Honey, I'm gathering your remains
As you spill catastrophically into my veins
Make me tragically yours
Shatter these mysterious walls, rewrite the architecture
Restrain me, bury me six feet under in silence
Underneath this romantic tragedy's full moon
Eclipsed in enrichment of intense emotions
You're my white quartz, my little bnuy
I pour a white candle with herbs of spring
Scented with your presence, ignited in absence
I live in the wick, forever falling for you.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
Decadent ladies cupping their blood of sorrow,
Exchanging romance with a glance
O their delicate fingers and love struck gaze
Tips nipping the buds of a flower
Soft and supple, tender as a beloved breast
Frozen in time;
A fragrant decay hurting to be found
Figures floating down the river
The cold ebbing its flow
Distance derived from exposed pleasure
Bitter mornings equipped with biting winds
From the snow welcomes darkness
Reveal the creature hungry for love
She mimics beauty, enchanting hearts lead astray
Her touch excites pessimism, frightening it
Passion feeds freedom to the willing
“I’m too young for death,” a maiden whispers
Each teardrop salty and sweet for the vampire
The snake smiles at the hopeless figure
“Then accept my hand, and marry me into death
“Our time is shortened by failure,
“Though grant me your essence
“So I may ease the end of time from your fragile mind.”
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 4:18 PM UTC
there was horror beneath her eyes,
a glaring chill waiting to be found
under the haven of a raven’s wing
came swift the reality of terror
estranged man, light of darkness
delusions he dances with,
from tainted springs he sips the illusions
his heart was full of woe
tattered beyond tears
with light through the hidden darkness
a dream waiting to be found once again.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
tonight, can i be your girlfriend?
pulling your hips close to mine,
creating a safe space for both of us
while paying for your dinner
wiping the crumb off your cheek
spoiling you with gifts
massaging your tired muscles
and letting you sit there pretty
reminding you how much i’d fold
and i’d do your laundry for you
i’m rewarding you with pleasure…
while loving and listening to you
allowing you to breathe
and admiring you like art
as the sight of you melts me
oh sweetheart, i yearn to:
gift you my love of independence
entertaining you with my knowledge
feeding you, satisfying you, serving you
sharing with you my perfume, my clothes
exchanging lipstick colours, shoes
smearing each other’s makeup
and seeing that beautiful laugh
reminds me how lovely it is to be a woman
who’s proud to serve another one.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:21 AM UTC
beautiful sakura,
o the days we silently kissed
and loved through our imperfections
writing letters in different time zones
knowing each other’s darkest secrets
slight pecks of the palms
equal devotion to the madness
writing our enticing words to one another
detailing our… intimacy
as i was deranged while she was sweet
our dance was inspired out of love
as we sang together as popular authors
riling the enthusiastic, yet transient guests
leading to the curious pool of tadpoles
i represented darkness that was handsome
while you were pink as ever
still as pretty as the day you named me yours
locking the collar on my cold neck
tugging it whenever you needed love
having me crawl back to kiss your feet
painting your nails with a fresh coat
and biting you with permission
with a lick to your collar bones
dusting off those pretty shelves
you inspired my name, you gave me love,
my heart fluttered at the word “prince”
so delicious that it gives me a sensation
a tang that compels me to grasp your hair
pulling you back into my arms
sinking my fangs into love
a slight moan with a grimace
as you fed me with your supple,
pretty and gorgeous hands
and provided our castle, our home
i stood guard
to being her count
as she was my countess
and loved her delicately as she deserved
until the night was no more
was i not masculine enough for you?
i wooed you with my intelligence and wit
even as we set course for our whims
but that was not enough
when i confessed my heart and true intentions
i know in another universe we loved greatly
and my heart is still… slightly yours
in history that we made
even if distance defines our current relationship
but i’m happy if you are,
my countess.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
i'm reloading my sleek black shotgun,
jamming my broken thumb into each magazine
like a silver knife entering a socket
to restart my heart stuck in rigor mortis
after i hushed it away to bed
electrified by the onslaught of despair,
a universal chain reaction shared by many,
it's visceral and my flesh is melting
i'm reborn, aching oncemore for supper
numb mornings are expected,
but i'm wincing at my ignited cells
grimacing before tolerance sips my pain
this gift i wield,
that i found and i made,
a beauty all in one
with the destruction it can bring
it's heavy to carry, and my muscles are tired
this dark beauty loves affection
the first time it shattered my reflection,
but i promise my aim has improved...
no longer jaded by your statistics
i'm juxtaposed to your failures
stepping away from the light
to what i know best: myself
i handed you the prettiest flowers
as you can tolerate their aroma
and not the blood i throw up
my art requires material
to release my eternal anguish of despair
swiftly, i tie the strands of hair i pull out
restraining my lungs
one by one
and each shotgun shell, tied with a ribbon
inscribed with my initials
to prove your trauma didn't hunt me
i did, and now i'm taxidermy.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
i'm losing myself, my image
unfriendly, avoidant, seeking solitude
too much noise
i need to be softer and not distracted
uncoordinated
i know i'll get better
i don't recognize anyone
this life feels a bad dream
and i don't have anymore tears to cry
these days i want to be alone
just want to be hugged and kissed
told how much i'm loved
but it all feels like fake static to me
low tolerance, no time for simpleness
a secret way into my heart
with bad intentions
it's all tragic to me
as long i'm alone in the end
maybe i'll be free.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 2:29 PM UTC
will you be nice to me
when i make you disappear?
will you love me right
when i let you bleed onto my knife?
will you worship only me
when i replace your memories?
i like the helpless image of you
you're so pretty to me doused in red
i cannibalize you to show you
how much my heart loves you...
i'm a little cruel at times,
scaring you, but this is all done
in the act of love
the room gets hot and heavy
when it's just the two of us
and you're backed against a corner
looking up at your goddess
as i glance down at my creature:
my pet.
bite me in my sensitive places
kiss me, color me in with your blood
collect my dna with your nails
eat my offerings, drink my heart
i don't like to be smothered
for i exist in my own darkness
and lay comfortably rotting
accepting this gloom
as part of my own existence
with this depraved little waltz
we share willingly,
and tragically so.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC