what slowly keeps growing every day,
other than a desire that never sees the light of day?
perhaps regret: threaded to spine and breath,
softly spoken, yet prickier than death.
the memory of a voice never held,
and still echoing when I pray.
the weight of things we never say
deeply planted, roots crawling in quiet dismay.
the ache that traces those nights
folded between my thighs...
a phantom heat beneath the silk,
curls like smoke, but tastes like milk.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 3:09 AM UTC
One blow of the wind
is a mirror that doesn’t reflect,
the other a glass sky
waiting to shatter.
Somewhere between the two,
I float—
not falling,
just remembering
how light once fractured
into the warmth of your voice.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
I cry, but—
not all day and not every day.
Joy fleets, though
not all day and not every day.
You haunt me—ever so often,
but not all day and not every day.
I fight and love,
not all day and not every day.
Her words sting, but
not all day and not every day.
I care for myself, however
not all day, not every day.
He becomes my shadow, although
not all day, and not every day.
The pain evaporates
not all day, but fading every day.
They dismiss me—that's fine,
I rise without them, every day.
I hold me kinder,
a little more—every day.
Somehow,
the light finds me!
My soul unbroken
my gratitude deepens.
The sun shines,
not all day, but every day.
I am blessed,
all day, and every day.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.
Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.
It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
I swore I’d never fall
in love. If I did, I lied
it's just a crush, careless,
I don't go crazy of it at all.
I swore it would never stick
But my heart now ticks
with thoughts of you, and I've been sick
with you ever since.
A limerence is fleeting, they say.
But loud as a debt unpaid.
If ten years isn’t long,
then what’s this fever?
Why in my ribs
your voice lingers?
YOU—
closer than my own pulse.
Without you,
I forget how to beat.
If I’ve been sharper since you came,
if I wake alert, cautious,
if you’ve carved me into something better—
then fine. Let it lie.
Let it sneak in,
let it crush me alive.
I’ll keep pretending
I don’t know its name.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:29 AM UTC
Oh, to be alone, to be complete,
to touch the hush among the stars—
not lost, not found, not obsolete,
just held within that flashing spark.
And so, the feeling carved its name
in breaths, in bones, in sleepless nights—
an untamed hunger, destined to remain,
a calling softly hums and hard to fight.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 3:33 AM UTC
What storms quietly in that beautiful head?
Something flares through the eyes, too proud to beg.
Something exudes, fierce and elegant,
it glows, it reigns—magnificent.
Confidence that floods, leaves no trace,
then shatters my soul in its silent embrace.
Bear in mind the distance between us
cruel and vast it aches, destroys the trust
Must every hope just crumble into dust?
From the start we were deemed unjust,
ink like injuries, hearts crushed,
our names written deep in plot rust.
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 8:44 PM UTC
"This is what I get for listening too much."
You're impossible to please—
a fortress with no key.
Tell me, how does it feel to be besieged?
You don't just resist love, you resent it.
Always.
Strong on the outside,
a mask everyone admires…
But have you ever leaned in, just once,
to breathe the warmth you crave?
The kind of ease you cherish in dreams?
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
I wear sin like a second skin.
You bite your tongue, but still give in.
I taste like ruin of sins within
Piece by piece—one sip, then you'd forget where I begin.
People preach, say I’m unclean
Their fingers burn when I peep on the screen.
I let them beg, kiss their throats.
Triple the layers of my rouge coats.
Your vows collapse,
you’re down on my lap.
You want me? Say it raw!
Stare in awe—at the grip of my claws.
Choke on my name, then come back for more.
You hate what you crave. I'm always an open door
of the sweet strokes you dream and adore,
a wound dressed in gold and aches to the core.
Faithful as you pray, but you pray in my bed,
calling me ***** while I cradle your head.
Over and over, your soul would shred
Over the devouring of me as your daily bread.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 11:06 AM UTC
Lived quite a life
No expectations
Happiness is overrated
Joy is needed, but where is it
He would battle life
in ways others couldn't see nor be
New beats are always demanded
A melody is needed, he is it
Good isn't good enough
Spoiled and you're forgotten
The waves wash away
the traces in the flat sand
Not much sunlight,
just a cold yesterday afternoon
that struggles to welcome the night
and darkness appears too soon
(He's so naïve. It will come)
Only he knows if he's lost
or where to be found
yet he's the cold yesterday afternoon
that fights to stay warm
He's too naïve, a soul in the storm
a desire to shift and reborn
yet bound by fate, rough and torn
he lives to play and perform.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC