In every loop,
at a certain speed,
we are meant to collide.
Our contract
honours this entanglement
complying, in every timeline.
For the shape it needs,
It’ll adapt.
Embodied this flesh
this time around.
A pair of sneakers
tied by a single shoelace
hanging from endless wire
When it is undone,
we tripped everytime
until looping it gently
It is tied back
13h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 5:00 AM UTC
You are free to be,
all that you are,
with me.
Let it bloom.
I’ll be the most faithful
gardener.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
You have seen the abyss,
long enough to call it home.
One forgotten window,
has served as a source.
You have learnt to embrace
the scarce sunshine rays.
While in such gloom,
You have learnt to dance.
You chase it, little moth,
Your soul craves it,
But around it, revolts.
It flickers and burns,
Old and powerful spell
You barely survive,
For you have seen the abyss,
you have called it home.
5d ago
May 28, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
But if I were to collapse deep
into the secluded forest
Surrounded by cell-stars
Would anyone hear?
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
Her tumorous spark in your brain
spread to your heart.
Quick removal, you suggest,
Hands of a stranger
led to the OR.
They had the scalpel
and plenty of time.
Skilled and resilient,
After every procedure,
You improved at times.
Saddened they informed,
Her malignancy was
feeding on your scars.
Coexisting on molecular level,
Sodium from her tears
keeping you alive.
Mutating on every cell
You’ll survive.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
To my misfortune—
He stated—
He was able to identify
The tender and raw undertones
in the way I mouthed
a laugh
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
No era salvaje, amor?
Un avistamiento raro.
Cautivado, en el monte te adentraste.
La curiosidad es un camino peligroso,
pero tus instintos son filosos.
No eres intruso, solo un explorador.
Miradas que se cruzan,
intercambian tensión.
El acechador me atrajo,
con tranquilidad, hacia el claro.
Una práctica navaja
al alcance de tu mano.
Acercándome a mi perdición,
Me alimenta con su afecto.
Un poco más cerca, me dice,
y yo, inocente, obedezco.
¿Seré fascinante o solo una presa?
Un destello de cariño,
Afilado, apuntándome,
Me deja aturdida y
no puedo estabilizarme —
¿No era salvaje, amor?
Mis plumas en tus guantes,
mi esencia en tu medallón.
El rastro de tus planes.
Una nueva especie en tu catalogo.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:03 AM UTC
Wasn’t I wild, love?
A rare encounter.
You followed me,
deep into the forest.
Curiosity is a dangerous trail,
but your instincts never fail.
Not an intruder, an explorer.
Glances exchanging tension.
A handy, at arms-reach, blade.
Lurker lured me slowly,
At ease, into the glade.
Approaching to my demise,
fed me some attention.
A little closer, I obey.
Am I admired or the prey?
Flash of weaponised affection,
left me stunned
can’t stabilise again—
Wasn’t it wild, love?
My feathers on your glove,
my essence in your locket.
Trail of your blueprints.
A new species in your dossier.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
Next to the big window,
close to the radiator,
The greenest of thumbs,
watered and pruned,
You kept me.
Cheerful leaves
thrived on me
thirstier, greener,
each passing week.
Sun-kissed blushed petals
Bloomed within, around spring
All my flowers in your vase
Sitting by your bedside place
You’ve lost your sweet touch
But you could be a florist
Thirstier, weaker,
Each passing week
the soil now bleaker
overgrown thorns
Next to your big window
Life slips away
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:48 AM UTC
Could it fit my little trinkets?
Classic design? Ergonomic?
Vintage? A bit more modern?
Redwood? perhaps Mahogany?
Will it fit next to my window?
Provide space for my creations?
Could I rest my head and hands there ?
Thrilled by the possibilities
and yet, don’t understand
how could I replace
my old favourite one?
One morning it broke,
covered me in splinters
Its comfort once sheltered me,
countless sleepless nights —
Pine. Minimalist. Practical.
Could I rest my head and hands there ?
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC