Tomorrow the sun will rise again
Such is the inevitable march of time
Brief is our time here
Especially in this hurried digital age
Proof of our existence only buoyed by those who whom are true to us
as we hold them the closest
Even despite the grand shadow of our own self perception
The life I've lived, being so full of irony of it's own sort
The greatest being that I could never convey to you,
nor to the world
The great fortune I found when I met you
Even if I could proclaim to this unworthy world,
who would take notice?
How, when most of us know so little of ourselves,
much less from a man they've never met
from a place they've never heard of
about a love they couldn't hope to dream of
For her name was Teresa
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
The pain is absolutely unbearable
Never enough to smoke, the bowl will never be filled
I drink a lot more now
Hoping to wash myself
out of the bottom of the lowest canyon of my life
Afraid
Angry
So Angry
But at who?
Bear my soul in a futile yet desperate attempt to reach her humanity
I was unwise
She made me eat my own heart while she
and the man she loves took joy in toying with me
Pulling out the last strings of faith and self worth
I'm ashamed to admit that I can't stop crying
during the smallest hours of the night
She did this bereft of any anger or hate towards me
You have to be human to be able to feel those emotions
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
For the time is not mine to keep
Impassable mortor keeps me at bay
The smell of fear like the waves of high tide
crashing upon the rocky shore that was my life
My judgment was passed before your words were spoken
Oh, my love- how I bleed for you
Is that your blood as well? Do you shed for me as well?
I have left nothing
Proverbial dust in the wind
For it is not for everyone to leave their stain upon the play
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 1:46 AM UTC
My body is the vessel in which your story shall be known
Pages of flesh, written into decay and eventually, the earth
My soul, laden with the stains of my own admonishment is where your sins will be laid to bear
When the hands approach thrice, vengeance will be so swift
When the arm reach up for the trinity, the viscous brutality of my vengeance will be unmatched if not only by it's own depravity and indifference
When the clock strikes three, and the darkness of your chambers begin to close in all around you and you hear the whispers of what you already knew
It will be in that moment, in the moment that is yours and yours alone that you will know
Apr 5, 2024
Apr 5, 2024 at 1:46 AM UTC
What is a memory?
What is a thought?
Is it the fear of losing the trees to the sky?
Is it the darkness inside out?
The pain clouds my thoughts, closing in
I cannot bleed, cannot hemorrhage
Cruel irony runs through my veins now
And hate
My mind races with the corruption of fear
I am no longer me
I am no longer you
I am
If I were the sun and you were the ocean,
we could meet at dusk and drink of each other
in bliss and warm familiar chaos
Will you die to me?
Sep 30, 2023
Sep 30, 2023 at 11:16 AM UTC
I'd rather lead a life less social than a life of nepotism to the empty masses.
A spiritually and existentially empty sail less vessel saying and doing wherever the political climate takes you.
My love; you're now part of a proud yet lonely few.
Don't despair my beautiful diamond-
our time is coming.
A Fake foundation
cannot hold the weight of a lost society.
Common sense cannot be held at bay forever.
Stay the course.
Weather the storm.
I firmly believe this too shall pass
and the sun will shine brighter on you
than anyone else.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 10:39 PM UTC
The sun is setting again
This time she's not tired
This time is like the time before but different
Black
The light fades again
For good this time?
My flowers will wither and die
It is not too late
A child is received again today
But not with the promise of tomorrow
Yesterday is spent
Tomorrow is now
Today is new
Again she settles in
The moon and her slumber
She settles in this time for good
But she
is not
tired
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:20 PM UTC
It is not tomorrow yet
But today
Why does she cry?
What makes her wail so?
Was it me?
Should I be punished?
The wind breaks on the shore like glass on my memory
Sand is forgotten to time like so many martyrs
They throw themselves upon the sword of my own paranoia
Bleeding lies
Again I am besieged
surrounded yet alone
These context have trapped me so
Who are you-you who steadily tip toes through my eyes
and inner-most desires?
Are you the demon I've been chasing?
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:19 PM UTC
What is it worth to you?
That moment
That day
that feeling
That last breath of a childhood gone erased?
What is it you would give to live again?
Your skin perhaps?
The eyes in which the world beholden you
Or maybe the leg you stand so firm in your own self-righteousness
For just one more moment to live again
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC
Again these words escape me
Escape my depths as my lips fly across the keyboard
“Release me”
Eyes no longer worthy of this world
Of this life
Of this death
What is to become of him?
Again; nonsense rattles away as I can hear her breathing
Her fluttering heart beats in tune with mine.
I can feel her love
It's warm
Today is just tomorrow when we find it
Today is just yesterday when we forget it
Today is the first time I've ever seen life
Today is the first day I no longer fear death
Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC