Pitta patter
Hear a drop
Tears fall from a mountain top.
Petite potter
My lump of clay
Dance for me the shadows away
Petrified patties
Baked in an oven
Crumpled dust, words misspoken
Pity the potter
Hear my rhyme
Come back to me my devine
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 4:36 AM UTC
Sometimes I miss the eyes that dont shirk.
Glossy Bronze in the light as you work.
Full of determination and fight.
Angelic in your cape of white.
In that minute you see me.
My most Kryptonic state laid bare.
Probing my Iife with the sterile tools,
Picking me apart as I overshare.
I miss your big smile hovering,
Glistening over my dome.
The grill of an international chrome.
Behind my eyes we are alone.
I know it's always genuine for me.
Luegieing all the worlds good luck.
Photosynthesing platonically.
Absorbing all your positivity.
It warms my coldness from outside.
Sometimes I forget and we are on the Blue Mountain ride.
As you forage in my mouth.
For treasures I hide, Bluberries.
Small but an instant sweetness.
Tugging free the buts.
Polishing away weakness.
Coating protecting my fickle meekness.
Then BAM suddenly were done.
I stand alone behind door 🚪 number 21.
The Matrix operator voice over.
Confirms my station.
West of your heart is my locaton.
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 6:03 AM UTC
I wish your hands to be mine,
To do with as I please.
So many hands grown for my needs,
like kindling trees,
I collect them in the forest of my mind .
They wave back and forth.
Trailing vines Da Vinci devine.
Putting them to work, so B'jork.
Caressing my face, a sculptor.
Combing my hair, a mulcher,
On my chest my racing heart.
They scurry North,
Covering my mouth,
Nothing comes out,
No thing comes out.
The hands speak the rhythm of words.
First a bounce about.
Then bursting out.
Trickling, a broken spring,
Flowing, jumping, skipping, colouring.
They mean everything then nothing.
Mean words fading into thin, here?.
As I. .I....I slowly sigh they disappear.
And I cry. I cry.
But a hand wipes my eye.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 12:05 AM UTC
This pain I feel that hurts this way
Reminds myself to stay away,
To only keep myself company,
My own blue world of sing for me.
In my world, no hurt, exists, no pain,
No victims, no words, no one to blame,
No summons to say you hurt me,
I love myself, and it loves me.
But if I only love myself,
Where is the room for loves little shelf?
To place my heart there in season,
To show I'm caring without treason?
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
In a sea of black and brown,
Onyx sparkling eyes are found.
Radiating rays of irridescent light.
Soft against their setting of white.
Pulled together by a pulsating smile,
Turning the cursive corner of the lip.
Melting hearts that flush and shudder,
A touch by an imaginary whip.
Gracefully scanning for a while,
Will they ever look this way.
My mind bequeaths an utter like butter.
The focus erodes and melts away
Onyx Eyes, that piercing gaze.
Warms the face on which it lands.
Onyx Eyes my head is raised,
Time temporal as barefoot in sand.
Onyx Eyes disappearing, turtle doves,
Into the crowded grove, among.
Onyx Eyes the crescendo of the words,
Repeat and beats the notes,.. then gone.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 9:19 PM UTC
Im at my happiest when late
To meet the beauty from the gate
Her smile a lotus opened
So bright it is a token
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 11:53 AM UTC
Nectar of silky perfume up my nose rushes,
Saturating my attention, little artist's brushes.
Warming space a radiating bloom of your smile,
A presence felt in every dimension, by a mile,
So refreshing this cultivated side to you,
These, are all your colours, hues
Come ride the dragon wind and tour The enchanted cranium of my parlor.
Magnifying the petals' of velvet words,
Unravel my thoughts a galloping herd.
Thoughts delicous conversation in curds.
So sweet so delectably profound
My rehearsed lines go to ground , to ground .........shot down
Jul 19, 2024
Jul 19, 2024 at 10:44 PM UTC
Now I know why you like M & M
To you it means Me and Me.
Your Oliver Twist
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 3:04 PM UTC
You always melted in my arms,
Now I seem too cold to keep you warm.
My words once sharp are bluntly obtuse,
They deflect off your ears to emotional misuse.
You pierced me right through to the hilt,
Sieged my confidence to wilt,
Crumbling beneath bricks of guilt.
In the heat I melt.
Burnish my smiles with sandblast comments,
Loves bones, exposed to all the elements
Curled as a dying serpent,
Lay me bare in decadence without transcendence.
Nailed my future to a cross I daily carry,
Hope shoveled away into the back of its lorry.
Dumped over the brink with its where with all's,
My hat is now out for pieces of love (smalls)
Jun 12, 2024
Jun 12, 2024 at 3:01 PM UTC