The windows fogged, but my breath
cannot blow hard enough
to finger draw the shape of my heart.
I got carried away at the grocery store. I finally realized there are no differences between Macintosh or Fuji apples and
the sprinkler mist does not drip so delicately off of spinach anymore.
I took a walk at night to regain some clarity, but the blurred streetlights in the distance
did not make me feel nostalgic.
I howled at the moon,
No response.
I’m scared of the distorted image within a puddle, what if the warped reflection
starts to look more clearer than ever before?
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 10:45 PM UTC
I’ve written to you many times, through notepads and phone screens.
They transcend to you in another time,
when you can understand the words I never sent.
I shouted your name, and the sky carried it with the wind.
It flows, whisking leaves, unfolding at your doorstep.
I blew bubbles into puddles you stepped through, soaking you from within.
This is how you’ll feel me.
Distant echoes in shadows, quiet murmurs in stillness.
That’s when you’ll hear me—
even without these words.
Dec 3, 2024
Dec 3, 2024 at 5:36 AM UTC
Heart flickering, palpitations surge,
Wrist watches ticking like time bombs,
Watching TikToks, escaping without fathom,
Disappearing phantoms—
It was never enough.
Rough edges, clean cuts.
The heart aches, when it’s giving up.
I never chased the fox,
I felt too tough,
A roaring bear in a cage, I messed up.
To look behind and see another me,
Another us,
I was too tough, so I rotted with iron bars.
Chained up, thoughts swirling, beaten up,
I covered it up, I can’t make this up.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC
Despite these faults, set backs, and displacements.
I endure great lengths,
I sail coast to coast, emotion to feeling.
I am pink orange sunsets and lighting clouds.
I am dry and deserted.
I am lungs filled root to tree top.
Beneath my mansion, tiny rocks lodged perfectly.
I am a whisper before a disaster, a calming aftermath.
Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 1:29 AM UTC
what does it all mean when your balancing on a high beam
nothing beneath your feet. A desilt empty street, a black crows moan in the distance, nothing is real in this instance. but I catch the last serotine spark, and find a humorous thought from a flickering light post, a melonic sound from the birds on the ground. I repeat, I repeat, what does it all mean?
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 11:27 PM UTC
I am a compass for bad news.
An elevator stuck.
A crack in the pavement.
Staggered noises that pace along broken light fixtures in deep hallways, abandoned house at dawn, Trickles and flickers.
What has happened is what’s happening.
Past tense, pre-existing conflict.
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
I can see it through my third eye, reflections from the sunny window.
Inner mothering, is guiding me through. Nature pushes and pulls, this is true. I console the wounds, all knowing keep warm in my arms. I'll rock you back and forth, until you give it a rest. Broken branches, and a fumbling cliff rock, I shall allow you to fall. Displacement wasn't ever at all, which ever you reach, there you shall remain until displaced again.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
Do something exciting, have an uncontrollable laughing fit,
and hope that scenic views distract you from all that is ugly in the world.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 2:26 PM UTC
Form your thoughts like disciplined soldiers
Steady pace, arms beside waist.
Bad vibrations, view it from a telescope, beyond flashes of light
Travel to the next destination, formation walking tight
I am commander, shoot your arrows now, time to fight.
Explosive and irritated wounds, it is all happening too soon.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
I am looking for something I cannot find,
So I asked fairies to grant my wish at night.
Replace what is irreplaceable,
my glass is completely full.
To hold a door open, undeserving of life's hard worked earnings.
It always ends up like this,
picked pockets, no sugar crisps.
A drifting paper chasing ' from behind, not again this time.
Going on, moving along, and picking up crumbles from your big plate.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC