now that they're gone
i sit here wondering where it went wrong
weep, with me, O God
cry for me when I can’t bring myself to, Lord
remind me of Your love for me
yet again
i await You
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
sunset leaking through the window
tainting everything it caresses
a sickly kind of orange
sky light sky blue
turning now to red
as sunset leaks through the window
kissing drawers, kissing heads.
oh what a beauty it is
the outdoors
but somehow i find myself
separated by a door
i can only watch the
sunset leaking through the window
pen in hand and paper before me
assignments and things to do
we were not made for this story
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 5:53 AM UTC
“shut up. . it’s not that deep”
“you’re assu. . ming something
we didn’t. . mean”
i guess . i guess
but it hurts. . like blood
through bandage and cries from disadvantage
cropped
out from a
memory does
this mean cropped
out from us cropped
out from you from
them
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 7:05 AM UTC
eyes full of love
nail-driven hands brought healing
He misses you, child
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 6:25 AM UTC
it has been a month
since we lost ties
so much has happened
so much… surprise!
but sometimes i see you
your lens in my eyes
i see your frame
in a classmate
…shame
i wish when we cut ties
that i could let go of the red string
but you left me that…lingering
on my ring
finger, its
string turned out to be dyed
maybe it was delusion
when it was red and burning
but now that we’ve died
it’s really
just
burnt, no longer burning
what was red is charred
what was love is scarred
that was never love
i’m sure you know
there was never love
because you could go
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 11:07 AM UTC
I drink from the cup
I ***** out foul poison
I drink it again.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:58 AM UTC
because this isn’t love
not even infatuation
just a mild attraction
a retroaction
from what had happened
just january
the 10th, though muddled with 11
it’s not even love
not grazing infatuation
just a wandering gaze
meeting a weak attraction
and trying to find
a fraction
of the faction
she was in
there’s no butterflies in the stomach
-maybe this is a delayed reaction
but theres a longing for attachment
maybe it’s their benefaction
maybe attraction
gives satisfaction
to a non-terminating
plan of action
to satisfy
the never satisfied
well we’ve been down this road
a bit too many times
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:41 AM UTC
she sunk into the bathroom floor
eyes of parchment
longing attachment
penknife of dried ink
lying there between the sink
and her
but catches the light
into her line of sight
whispers of the wind
words out of vapour
swirl and come to her
grab it
they say
just for another day
they say
the pain will go away
they say
so she extends a hand
and fists her head
to make the voices go away
eyes of parchment
torn in two
one for them
one for You
another fist
another shriek
where is the treasure
she was supposed to reap
but she gets up
with wobbly knees
leaves the bathroom
of stingless bees
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
may be,
i need a little more voice to
truly express what im feeling maybe i need more
vigour in my speech or emotion in what i preach to truly
coerce you into liking maybe i need to read a little more
or maybe i need to step down a bit but right now i want
to live for You and maybe im not the skilled poet
the world wants but You're all i need to
live for now and maybe raw poetry
is really all one
needs
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
not spoken to them
I am speaking to you, child
draw nearer to Him
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC