How strange, these days,
When men and trees alike
Shed their mane.
How strange are we,
Who flee from stone,
Blind to what endures.
How beautiful the spruce
That leans into winter,
Proud of another ring.
Light are the limbs of the sapling,
Yet steadfast stands
The trunk of the oak.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
Misunderstood, misguided, or me.
Walking in circles
Unsure if the pain is self inflicted
Or the trouble of a victim misled
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
Breathing in and I feel you on my lungs
I thought I lost you years ago
But today I coughed you up
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
There's a spot on the back of my head
I can't reach it
I don't care about reaching my spot
Everyone is looking at my spot
I can't stop thinking about my spot
I hate my spot
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:21 AM UTC
Every day I wake
I lose another tooth
When I was younger
I cheered and pulled at my gums.
Now I sow my lips shut every night
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
My skin is flying off my body
The only thing I can feel
Is the spider man pinata
at my birthday party in 2005
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
Eating myself
I stretch and grow
Just to finish where I started
Children born
Elders passed
My skin remains untouched
I'm clutching handfuls of grass
I'm not moving
I stopped to look at a rock
And the world flew past me
Crashing and ending.
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 2:05 AM UTC
My body limp & unresponsive
I try to move it but I am so far
Watching from above
Clouds and a canopy of treetops divide us
Layers of sediment cover
Toes, fingers, *******
Buried and lost
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 7:13 PM UTC
A smile I put up to my face
Strange feel and a twisted shape
A façade that I try to make
Out of something borrowed.
A laugh that I sound out loud
Some kind of noise let slip out
A resemblance of what's normal
Definitely something borrowed
A skin scene in a romance movie
A drunken feel I’m left wanting
Someone to hold close to me
Hoping there’s more I can borrow
Long nights of faithful dreams
Characters that only I can see
Left hoping for a better morning
Something that’s not mine to borrow
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 3:47 PM UTC
30 dollars to crack a smile
maybe once a week
genuine or a habit of intoxication
matters not because its more than I've felt
in a week and a half passed
Always the hope of something more
and the disappointment in what is reality
Another hungover Sunday morning
ruined by the bark of a dog that isn't mine
The awakening not from sleep
but the dream of a life I do not own
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 12:31 AM UTC