The food bowl is larger...
No, that can't be the case,
It's the same exact dish;
It can't have been replaced,
So what's different?
The feed lasts hours longer
Two faces shy of five
Missing one small, one big
Less appetites to satisfy.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
The deep hum
Near the end of the
Shadowed hallway
Beckons.
Shall you follow
The note that leads you forward?
Where else to go
But the place that
Calls for you?
Comfort is heard
In the dark tone.
Your path awaits
an action.
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 4:54 AM UTC
Though the flame may flicker
Perhaps it can linger,
If not only for another hour,
For then my passion dies
As I can no longer see the parchment
On which I write.
Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 8:40 PM UTC
Words become fewer,
Thoughts less unique
And rather simple now indeed;
Maybe the autumn breeze
Will help me eaze up
And find some better rhymes.
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC
The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 12:41 AM UTC
The longer the time
And the farther the distance
I distance myself
From my ink and my pen,
Restlessness sets in;
And yet,
Where, now, are my words?
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 3:48 PM UTC
You're parasitic,
So acidic
You burn through my tongue
And deflate my lungs,
But you're always there
And I always care
Even though you're nothing more than
Spare feelings I thought I needed.
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
I don't know how you came back in,
Whether you slithered through slits in my skin folds
Or slipped back on the slope into the same hole
That once upon a time we used to call love,
But is now a void of null emotions,
An "impenetrable bubble" that only one person could ever pop;
But yet you managed to do so twice.
Shame on my optimistic past.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 1:27 AM UTC
The bitter melancholy
Stings the open wound on my lip,
Bit through the parched skin;
Words which I tartly exhale
Only find their way out
After catching;
Perhaps my mouth would be best
Kept closed.
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC
The words that trickle through your gullet,
Just to pour out your mouth,
Either mean absolutely nothing or absolutely everything,
Whether regurgitated or not;
I just hope you find your balance again...
Soon.
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC