We love like doughnuts
sweet all around, flavorful
empty at the core
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 6:56 AM UTC
Though
The stars fade
the moon yellows,
and sun begins to follow,
loosing all its brilliant power
the one that makes small things cast big shadows.
When there's nothing left but a dark world full of sorrow's sorrows.
You are the light at the end of my tunnel and my flame for you will only burn brighter by the morrow
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:45 AM UTC
So here I was, the Astronaut.
Allowed into her private outer space.
Blessed to venture above and beyond,
Finding new secrets in everyplace
Making all my stars align,
she became my new Astrology.
Leaving me, blinded and moonstruck,
As I tried to map out Destiny.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 7:37 PM UTC
A light soft flutter
Faithfully carried a moth
Intent on escape
She flew quite softly
Through the light and to the moon
Left the world behind
Flying by and by
Only to see what awaits
Across the night sky
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
So tired, she thought it best
to wear her heart on her sleeves
and get things off her chest
Ignored a notion misconceived
that living like an open book
would only make her more naive
She said...
If they simply take another look
they'll see a clear transparency
and maybe, just maybe, let me off the hook
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
She said
Boy, you couldn't land on water if you fell off a boat!
He responded...
The wind created by the flutter of your eyelashes makes men believe they can spread their masts and set sail in the desert. As I stepped back to observe your beauty, I fell overboard and landed on dry reality.
As a tear rolled down the side of her cheek, I knew this lucky sailor had landed on water.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 3:33 AM UTC
Heaven is not for me
This world is all I wish to see
Golden streets and crystal oceans
Are not my cup of tea
To be quite honest
A cup of tea is my cup of tea
And though I'll do whatever God asks of me
I just pray that when I die he lets me be
To live forever is way too much
A lifetime here is good enough
I'm only six and twenty
And this world still has plenty
Of wonders for me to see
Hell...
Heaven is not for me
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
One piece after the other
I'll break myself apart
and fill your empty spaces
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
On an old windowsill of a crooked windowpane in a beaten house
Lies a window-moth on a ***** window cloth.
drained, defeated, and done
Time and again,
It tattered its wings and shattered its face,
plunged at the glass, losing its grace.
She's drawn to a dim light
spilled through a cracked window
into the darkness of the room.
Like a waking terror of the night,
With one half there and the other out of sight.
Hallucinating a pathway through fantasy
Seeking clarity in rays of insanity
Contained by a glass and wooden frame.
painfully numb,
with an urge to move forward
A consuming obsession,
to make it to the Moon.
That lambent orb in the skies
A brilliant ball full of lies
Ignorant to the impenetrable mass,
or the number of miles between the moon and glass.
No matter how much it desires,
No matter how much it tires,
Nor thee amount of blood she taranpires,
The glass is unbreakable,
the goal unattainable,
The truth unbearable.
The Godforsaken feeling,
of seeing, and believing,
yet never achieving.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
The tired old Tortoise
painfully creeps across a
desolate desert
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC