At times, a boy hurls
a pebble at the glass sky
and breaks— the silence.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC
Relax
And just breathe
I wasn't really
Going to leave
Tomorrows come
And love forgives
Besides, I have no
Where else to live
And in these days
Of reasonable doubts
Of who we are
Despite ourselves
I'll still be here
In words that rhyme
Trying my hardest
To make you mine
................
....
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 2:49 AM UTC
some things memory
never forgets.
just now in the blue
shadow of a naked past,
i thought i saw
your hands
waving back at me.
if i stand still, the
night is august,
and my love is
a ribboned
parcel under
a green tree.
when you
look at me,
your name falls
out my mouth
like kisses
raining from
the sky
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC