It tells me I did wrong, not
enough times, not right am
I. Like a bell it rings strong, clever
and bright, it must always
be right. It protects like
a knight, always checking
again and again, no
gates left
unguarded. It warns of
death each time it's not
done right. It uses its sheild;
strong, silver and seemless
security. It
keeps me away from
those who care, think
they care:
those not right.
My knight knocks them knowingly
each time they fight, my knight
wards them away always
armed, guarding the gates.
Yet they persist.
With their rebellion rightous to them–
not I and my knight–
they approach the gates so
unorderly, rightfully wrong, great
passion they hold. Deranged
and ******
not I and my knight–
why must they still fight?
This time though, it’s not right–
with torches alight,
they got past my knight!
The gates burn down. Affectionate,
alarming, my knight pulls me back
to shield me from what I see
of gates gone:
serentity.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
You're disgusting.
Dingy, dittle, dicky.
Little legs lingering,
twiny top that twitches
so grossly.
You're entrance never warned,
nasty and objectionable,
reeking like a rat
rotten and rude.
You always protrude.
A mansion for you,
my apartment luxury,
lucky you!
Rotton and rude,
dingy and dicky,
just get out, won't you?
My mansion is not for you!
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
Another day
Bright and sunny, the sunshine
Crinkles against the tree leaves. Yet,
Doubt arising again, another day
Even worse; I
Found no difference from the rest.
Growing pit in my stomach
Having still no resolution.
I don’t know what to do.
Just give me a few days, even though I
Know the feelings still won’t settle.
Let me do what I want to, do not
Make me succumb to you.
Not because I do not love you,
Only because I am becoming anew.
Promise you’ll give me the cue,
Qualify me to do what I want to do.
Rotating variables constantly
Swing in my mind
Telling me the pros and cons of each side. Yet
Unless you do not love me, support me,
Validate me, I
Won’t know what to do. A
Xenial atmosphere brought by
You, would grant me great,
Zestful life.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
The screen shines bright in the dark room.
“I want to do stuff.”
Stuff, you say, you
check not, you peck, you
expect.
You wreak.
I refuse, you confuse
if I love you. I cannot
defuse you, I cannot
amuse you–
unless I yield
to you.
I cannot–
Your words pile like boulders
on my shoulders, pain
so great you create.
I cannot–
I shed off the boulders
one by one,
I cannot–
it starts to feel colder;
my bare shoulders, soley
for you. I cannot–
intimacy, soley
for you.
I cannot be with you.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
Oh Biscuit,
the month of March has passed–
where are you?
I am afraid–
So much is coming. I may be away from home,
I may be all alone–
where are you?
So small snuggled on my stomach
sixteen years ago–
where did you go?
Standing your guard against the mailman
like a knight shielding his kingdom,
where did you go?
Your voice piercing and prominent like
swinging swords.
Your exterior soft, enclosing my hands,
my lap, my heart–
where did you go?
It was March when you left,
when I said bye to my best friend.
Where are you now?
My noble knight, I am taking flight,
I could use you right now.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
Sacred and stored, it
remained when I left. I grew
into anew, made
choices that set you
askew. I am still
me, just new. What
can I do, to rebuild with
you? Making me choose
what you would do, not
I, but you. What happened to
me, anew? Proud you
say, but show you
not. I am me, you are
you. Trust in me,
will you?
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
hell blossoms out
from a destructive serenity;
a woman’s ******
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC