As a fever, it's burning.
My skin is craving.
My heart is aching,
and my bones are breaking,
from the want
that tears me apart.
For the thing
that needs to be felt.
Needs to be held,
needs to be there.
My soul is aching
to be touched.
To be that cosmic dust
that molds into blood.
My skin is aching
to be touched.
To be that raindrop
that falls on the earth
and becomes one
with the filth.
To be loved
with your filth.
One with your filth.
My soul is aching
to be felt.
2025/05/25
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
I need to see them.
I need to see them in your eyes,
All the stars
And all the satellites,
All those sparkling miracles,
All those tiny shines.
All those memories
And all those sparks.
All those moments in your life
When you thought
Of reaching out.
I need the planets,
The moons, the suns, the dwarfs,
All the mindless gaps.
I need the nebulas
To form around your eyes,
I need the black holes
To get lost in your mind.
All the graceful galaxies,
Far away and hidden,
I need to see
The future in them.
I need the noises,
That no one hears,
I need to feel your eyes on me.
I need to see you
Written in the stars,
I need to feel you
Molding through the dust.
I need to feel the galaxy
Reaching out for me,
Holding out its palms
And giving you to me.
2026.02.02
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
the caterpillar can't comprehend the life of a butterfly x
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC
Look up sugar
&
Let your walls down.
-
Let my passion caress
your mind,
as you wear my poetry
out on your skin.
-
Let these words induce
salacious thoughts;
with each adjective &
every verb intensifying
your desires.
-
Just lay down,
as my love lifts you higher,
and higher,
until we reach the sun.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
I hope every cigarette you place between your lips knows how lucky it is to be there,
I hope every bottle you grab a hold of falls in love with the warmth of your finger tips; I know I did.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
“I'm sorry..”
I've written this line
over a thousand times,
yet every déjà vu-filled
renewal of it is a testament
to your influence on me;
an indication of my complete
adoration for you.
Forgive me,
I'm still learning how to adjust to
your love’s wild pirouettes while
keeping my footing.
Teach me.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Dear paper,
I sincerely apologise for constantly coming to you for comfort, but you are the only form of calmness I have in the midst of this madness.
No other embrace is as sweet as yours when my hands begin to shake and I seem to misplace my mind.
You take me as I am, even with my daunting cloud of troubles, and hold my thoughts until I regain clarity.
Sanity seems to be so elusive, slipping out of my grasp each time I clasp at it like a silk skinned eel.
But here you are, as immovable as a rock, as honest as a blade, yet as fragile as these glass windows I peer out of for inspiration.
Never have I felt so free while placing a piece of myself behind your bars.
Tranquility is only a touch away when I’m with you.
But once the waves of euphoria subside, and the hurdles placed in front of me become too towering-I see no other option.
I load my clip full of thoughts into this 1.2mm ballpoint pen and pull the trigger, then watch it penetrate my heart and **** my anxiety.
-Isaac.tanielu
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC
Her eyes were tinted like the night sky while her heart was shaded in vulnerability and affliction, with a tinge of hope.
Hopeful that I may be the one to repaint the semi-shattered walls that she had put up since the last cheap job.
All she desired for was new wallpaper to cover the holes and cracks.
All I wanted to do was break them down entirely.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
A l o n e
Nothing other than utter bliss
As my eyelids begin to passionately kiss
My count of sheep depletes as my imagination grows
My mind starts to open as my eyes begin to close
Slowly welcoming the air to it’s royal chambers in my lungs
With a handful of dreams within grasp even without opposable thumbs
I become N U M B
Thoughts ricochet around in my head
Until they land upon old wounds left untreated & now infected
Visions of the past present a possible future
Unparallel to those predicted by life's various tutors
Contemplating
Waiting
Waiting
Then I find myself-
soaring high with complete balance
Steering this craft with faith beside acting as my ballast
Leaping from safety and falling towards uncertainty
Diving into a sea full of clarity
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~v~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so goes the plunge
I submerge
Pondering deep beyond previously set limits
Never once resurfacing
Drowning in yet to be deciphered waves
Thus ending the reign of the once realist schemer
Replaced by the newly appointed lucid dreamer
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Tell me what intrigues you.
Simple task, right?
Tell me. What. Intrigues. You.
It could be something old or new
One word, maybe two
Whether it be why the sky isn't red
Or why we don't bleed blue
Tell me what intrigues you
Maybe its how starfish chew
Where the candles flame flew off to once grandpa blew
Why a bubble pops when caressed too soon
Or how you don't' need glasses to change your point of view
Tell me what intrigues you
Like how loving certain people can be considered taboo
When will Mr.World Peace make his debut
How despite being confined by concrete the flower still grew
Or why we can continue to do unto but not undo
Tell me what intrigues you
Like what does money really do
When change is supposedly due
Maybe where our death leads us to
Or why orphans are stuck playing guess who
Tell me what intrigues you
How windows and not lies are see through
When does the Government plan to play duck/duck/truth
Why color isn't synonymous to ivory hues
Or why the biggest fast food supplier is actually disguised as the news
Tell me, Tell me.. what is it that intrigues you?
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC