i wrote a library’s worth of poetry
just for it to be burned
by the dainty hands that practically wrote them for me
May 6, 2023
May 6, 2023 at 11:01 PM UTC
blank is like one of those gashapon capsule toys
Swimming in a sea of the indistinguishable look-alikes
until a passing stranger is willing to spare a coin or two
similar to how one gives themself up to blank
Much like falling_
A colorful little capsule falling
Twirling in anticipation
For its final destination
A little metal door
You can’t help but wonder what will await you
passion, partnership, disappointment?
Only one way to find out
pop
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Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
It was most boastful of me to assume that I could be the one to fill your cup
to assume that no other flower could fulfill you in the same manner
who am I to assume that we don't look just as lovely in a vase
and who are you to compare a rose to a carnation?
one whose grace is affiliated with beauty itself
and another that bumbles clumsily along like that of a lost bee
in every flower pressed,
in every poem composed
I seem to grow more tired of describing this ephemeral love
I continue to saudade in pursuit of moiety
leaving myself in a state of perpetual hireath
but in full honesty, I don't mind you switching me out for rose here and then
though I can't help but ponder
if she holds the same warmth in your arms
as one does in mine
and as to whether or not I will always be a stand-in for the next lovely rose to come
-a blissfully ignorant stand-in, a carnation
Sep 27, 2021
Sep 27, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
would you run your fingers through my hair once more?
wash over me like an august rain
relieving me of the oh so cruel drought
i have cast upon myself
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 2:29 PM UTC
How come we are only lovers in the dark?
No sight is needed for we know every crevasse,
every curve,
recognizable by the very touch of a finger
and yet
"love is blind"
but what if it is only blind?
What if the night holds fits of passions,
but those very affections depart with the rising sun?
The facade beginning once again with daylight herself
Our love is blind by choice
Eyes gouged by the very hands we hold
We feel the warmth of each others touch,
at the cost of our very senses.
May 13, 2021
May 13, 2021 at 3:52 PM UTC
How enticing her flames must be
that even after I am deformed with burns
I always come back
no longer ignorant of the pain
but just as enticed by the flames
as to run my fingers through her flickering hair once more
scorching them
or
discarding stitches
as I graze her soft fervent cheek
for shock eases the pain into warmth
and when I am to be burned at the stake
It won't be the ropes that restrain me
you hold me tight and whisper
"stay."
and I will
and I do
even as my comrades call from beyond the flames
you squeeze my hand
and I discard them like dry grass
For when the fumes fill my lungs
I grin
my breath weary
her lips on mine
sparing just enough air to continue
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
How do I describe love?
Well...
I long for the day when you no longer fog my thoughts and impair my judgment
Almost as much as I long for your touch
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
yestereve we succame
A lengthy ballad of longing
formerly one of obstinance
flared in a cacophony of passion
Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion,
yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts
as there was no doubt of desire
nor were there objections to her
for even when my affections consumed you
lady desire was just an inexorable
yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom
there went the pain
any semblance of grudge
along with sanity
reason
and lastly, walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's
such vulnerability unmatched
for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason
for reason, although safe,
is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad
and the first to fall victim to the cascade
What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands
or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad.
The way your upper lip curls when you grin
made my glissade blissful and passionate
Your flustered twirl
the very epitome of aubade
Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality
Your flustered face En L'air
Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony
A moment of unfiltered emotion
A heavenly ballad
so cruelly of yestereve.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
I just wish I could kiss you one last time
for I know what must be done.
A kiss goodbye
not to you
but to this feeling,
because if I don't part with this feeling my love
it will be you I'm kissing goodbye.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC