Everyone hides
in their shadows,
while I'm
escaping mine.
A loss is the weight
of those who
lost their appetite...
Noise is cruel,
to ears but silence
is worse sometimes.
A wish carries on
to Ferris wheels
of temporary
happiness
and thrills.
The mighty roar
of trains,
while the homeless
toss and turn.
13h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
If red is poison,
black is
tormented
and green
re-cycling,
blue is on cue
pink is the true red
purples need to
be left
behind,
to experience
the best colors
of the rainbow
Discouraged
is the orange
but its not
a color there.
Pain
is fierce
as black
will come.
Whites of your eyes
I'm fearing the cries
and I forget,
the rainbow path...
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:53 AM UTC
I wanna squeeze the play-dough,
pretty as it all eventually crumbles,
shallow bares a whip of lasso,
Audible is more than a principle,
A Pharoah as tunnels narrow.
A window into all things retro...
Pretty window dressing is here,
No true here of palms Shakespeare,
but the leaves in the casserole
are a hope to spice it up along.
16h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC
winter mornings,
rain
pouring
upon her pony-tail
splashes
upon sweet face,
drenched dress
and soaking wet.
You always
looked gorgeous
but today
you magnetize!!!
17h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:37 AM UTC
The beware of a dare that rewinds
back to when I sang to the patrons...
blinded...
Too polite and white,
but you wouldn't
refuse me
like a wing's owls
that embraced
everything.
My love was a glass of wine
until I tasted her lips so fine.
The true intoxication
go in blindly
and feel the fire works.
Its in the eyes.......
gentle hands
focused voice
I feel safe.
17h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
skies....
your eyes met mine
and I knew I was done,
Your gentle voice,
giggling at my jokes
and you gave me a coke
while I was
mesmerized...
We met up for
a book club,
I never read
it,
just the have
is worth
more than pages,
I have you
captivated
with my Charisma,
you're giggling.
I want this
to end the slip
around
my throat.
Light blue eyes
blonde fine hair
skin so soft
to the touch
when I
felt your
heart pulse,
Finally
my own
is beating.
17h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 6:06 AM UTC
Drying up,
unlike
the sea-shells
hearing
the break-ups
The dabble
of the texture mark
breaks it.
What's the yell,
mad of hearing
into all sensitivity,
hard barks of hell,
and timber is wooden.
But my red open wound
was the fort of cinders,
no brash of drums soothes
no violins can be rest-ful,
And as for the piano,
the beats of the intricate.
I can't react,
I can't.
I...
can't go back.
18h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:42 AM UTC
"Stand your mark,
that 100 meter race
gold of the winning
was the only decent
achievement
in my life,
and my parents,
didn't see it.
they were
working...
I had no
medals
but
trembling
lips
upon
the
applause"
Echoes aren't heard if the violin
is played in key with the piano,
and the guitar can keep up with it.
Hands out of with naturally
starfish hands of the dishes
dried out and are cracking
Nights I only sleep well
if I'm not boiling
but freezing,
no shines exist in hell.
My loved ones are
either buried
or smoked
and faded
and how its so far....
A mouse trembles,
blinded with its eyes,
relies on action
and vibrations.
18h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:38 AM UTC
How is it the most dangerous
love is the one you grip,
yes, I am bibacious
Will canvas
capture this infamous
art in local gallery
and one of a kind piece?
You bred with pace
into wars colliding,
without any haste
No care for the children.
A sense of unspeakable,
demons graced the kids,
during the war with us.
You knew my instability,
but your mind-less
patience of no breaths
of fiery predictability.
You knew of my lunacy
but you shamed within.
I would have left no heresy
but you fought disgustingly.
18h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
Violin player's eyes are starry
beauty like the glitter,
The notes take to dark-ness
strong bones don't wither
deep sea's treasures
blue and color green
inside a pirate's eyes.
Don't confuse the seasons
to chills of the Winter-time,
undecided or believe lies
Not the warmth of Bret hen.
To forgive is to take
away your sole lake
and the ruminations
of this abandoned town,
This too is a sin of pride
and vulnerability
red toxins into splashes,
echoes are the shaky sounds
Cracked smashed windows
like the dour of pavements
but the detail is amazing,
unlike a city of simplicity
drones in for a coffee,
but lets shrug off the rest.
He picks up the instrument.
So sad are the lonely strings
of his amazing skills with violin.
And now he's no longer here....
19h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC