You were the first encounter
where longing found its voice.
The first measure
of what I would come to value.
You made it known without resistance,
yet your presence lingered
like a question the mind cannot release.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 7:49 AM UTC
Wherever the wind carries me,
I go to explore more, see more, become more.
I look at the moon and remember the sun.
In every place you walk or drive through,
make it your purpose to find the air where you belong
and endure.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 7:27 AM UTC
Silent cry
for that she was.
Tears, poetic, when
she did
with every wipe,
with every breath
releasing,
drowning.
A tide no shore
could create.
a storm no voice
could name.
Beautiful she was,
flowers tangled in her hair,
reflecting her true nature.
But tears
that drown those roots
that once held strong,
ready
to sprout again.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
the inedible,
something in the way it moves
The consumer of it all
the touch,
the feeling.
I want it.
I see it.
I’ll wait for it
The craving,
more or less,
give or take.
It’s edible
a feeling,
a dream,
a fantasy.
A Far reach?
No
over and under,
yet
notable.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC
Love is all around me
In the trees,
The air.
My heart it drives me,
Like a sense you’d want to cherish.
It’s abundant, prolific
Even that four-letter word
The way it moves
Inside my orbit.
Through people I meet,
experiences I share
It’s all so lovely .
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
Change is inedible
but what if I don’t want it to be?
Stillness is my form of wishing.
It grows within me,
consumes me,
like leaves on a tree
when the autumn breeze arrive
making me, shaping me,
until I am no longer the same.
Why is it consuming me?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:21 AM UTC