You bit your nail, oblivious and blind,
And heard a click, the cruelest kind.
A tiny flake, a pearly chip,
You panicked, then bit your lip.
The dentist said, "We'll patch it neat,
A little bond, a smooth conceit."
And now it's whole, a clever fake,
But something in you starts to ache.
Because that shard that went away,
It didn't just leave a tooth to pay.
It left a cut, a permanent seam,
Beneath the smile, you want to scream.
You run your tongue along the mend,
And miss the way it used to blend.
The natural flaw, the honest grain,
The little chip that once retain.
You go on with your day,
Finding things to make you gay.
And somewhere beneath the floors,
Is the chip that once was yours.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
before the before
a low, slow flow
no name, no seam, no so / no no
only the deep in a breathing spiral,
blue-on-blue, unbroken hue,
a tone that knew no “through” idle
then came a thin thing
a splitting string
a line in the long low ring
colour from colour
pulled a little further,
tone from tone turned other
and the deep grew dense
tense with its own expanse,
a sense of offense in its own immense
what it made came back mis-placed,
re-faced, displaced, out-paced
grace disgraced
so it stirred aloud
slurred word under word,
a blurred becoming heard
forms unformed but overgrown,
tooth and tone, bone without bone,
a throne with no true own
coil and surge,
edge without verge,
a urge that forgot how to merge
storm on storm,
warm made warped,
the norm torn from form
and a voice rose wrong
loud but long
on distant shore a breaking song
power placed in a empty chest,
crest on crest brought unrest,
commands shouted,
un-blessed
all things shook the earth
what they took brought rebirth
they could not retake
so the wisdom stayed,
then fade.
sound sent to soothe the seam
but dream won’t hear when it splits the dream,
and nothing answered the in-between
then soft
not aloft
but off what was off
a different draw in the law of flow,
a know beneath the overthrow,
a slow, sure “no” to the overflow
not loud the echoes
not proud the dream
but allowed by the under-sound
It seems
a line that leaned the field back true,
a hue that knew the deeper blue,
a through that gathered what withdrew
“let it hold”
not just bold,
but told in a form that won’t unfold
not strike alone,
but set of tone
so what is done stays done, stays known
and the many wavering ways
flavoring favor in the saving ring days
bent to the centering
while the deep, still deep,
kept its keep
in the fold beneath the sweep
for all that parts
restarts
in the art beneath the paths
and the law stays low:
what breaks will flow
back through the slow below
either known as a chord once more
or torn, re-worn,
through the long restore
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 9:08 AM UTC
Array of blooms
Of pinks and reds
How beautiful
Indeed
Array of blooms
Of orange and yellow
They chase the blues
They do
Arrays of blooms
Of violets and greens
Of great and wisp
Gloom burned into a crisp
Array of blooms
Of beauty in front of me
Yet I still crave brown
Of those orbs sparkling with mischief
I'm thrown, down
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
1680
Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC
O Muse, and your unseen breath that passes through me,
I call to you gods who listen only when silence is complete,
I come to you not as one certain of language,
but as one undone by its limits.
Give me words I did not learn,
words that were never written for work-worn days,
nor shaped for the mouths of the many,
but born elsewhere
in places I cannot name or reach.
Let them come to me as they come to children,
Let them come not in vain,
but a unheard clarity
as if they were angels,
moving without weight through thought,
to those who speak
before they understand they are speaking.
I do not ask for mastery,
only return.
To be made whole again in my the asking,
to become a child of perception once more,
let my thoughts find meaning
in the wind, rain, and quiet earth
where sun, moon, and eyes of the heavens
are not distant things but living play,
and the universe is held lightly
in the quiet of these wondering hands.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 8:11 AM UTC
How does it feel?
To be free and certain?
To even dare of becoming?
All my life I've been protected
Like a princess that I am
I thought I have it all
Then I saw the others
Others can play outside while I'm left to entertain myself
I say, "sure, I can do that!"
So I play
Quietly, obediently
I saw the others climb a tree once, and I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!"
But I didn't
There are bugs and dirt!
I don't want that
I saw the others ride a bike
Face all flushed
Sun peeking through their hair
I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!"
But I didn't
I saw the other fell
He had scratches all over!
I don't want that
Then, oh, I saw them play in the rain
What a blissful sight it was
And I thought to myself, "I wanna do just that!"
But I didn't
I'll get all soaked!
I don't want that
The night dawned very fast
I opened my window to peek outside
Something is different
I see no children anymore
I saw the others
Suitcases dragging behind them
Parents cheering them on as they take another step
They're leaving
I pushed myself off and I thought, "I don't want that."
Or do I?
How does it feel?
To be free and certain?
To even dare of becoming?
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
Growing up, I never had much
Merely playing alone
House so quiet
What a bland diet
I have friends, I do
Bright and brilliant, they are
But can't seem to see
What truly I am
Then came along you
Whom I never thought I'd link
So mistaken, I was
You're the only one I think
With you, I no longer pretend
That I am a perfect friend
And yet, you never thought me ***
Your affection never end
If I could,
I'd be the stubborn fur on your clothe
One that's difficult to rid
But I can't
From the deepest depths of my wrenching heart
I thank thee
For showing me what friendship truly is
Even how brief it is
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
If heaven and earth should mingle, and the ocean should run dry;
If trees and flowers should wither, my love should never die;
The sun may forget to shine, the moon may forget to glow;
But my love for you shall never fade, no;
If you should go, if our earth should part;
In heaven's gate, I shall scream out my heart;
"Come out, come out!"
And in that moment, you'll know that my love for you never ends, it sprout
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Time comes by, fleeting.
Everything is changing.
The river that was once calm
Now sings a mournful psalm.
From the hustle of the leaves
To the whistle of the furious wind,
Reminds me how everything has frayed.
It is now time to leave.
It seems only yesterday
I was in the comfort of your softest embrace,
Smelling the fragrance of a playful day.
Now, I must face the awaiting menace.
Hardly any light, I follow the route.
Where it may lead, I’ll soon find out.
The sweet joy of old times will be as valuable as a dime,
Kept inside the pocket of a troubled traveler.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC