I wanted to watch the sun set behind you. Crimson fire enveloping you.
You wanted other things.
Nights of pervasive silence and twinkling lights.
I already know how you feel.
Under hues of blue and emptiness, you made it pretty clear.
And yeah, I know.
I don't matter.
I hope you're ok.
That's all that was ever really important to me.
Is that you're ok.
Amidst the celestial tidal pools and smiles no one sees.
I really hope.
You're ok.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 8:21 PM UTC
You'll never truly know me. Just as I will never truly know you.
And then we'll die. And that will be that.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
This isn't for pleasure.
It isn't for pain.
It's not for the moon, the sun, or the rain.
It is not about love.
Nor is it therapy.
It's not about where or who I oughta be.
There's no hope in these words.
No comfort or solace.
And the universe has, no reason to call us.
It's just a gathering of words bro.
No depth in here.
Just a bunch of dumb words, and a warm can of beer.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 8:36 AM UTC
Whilst I sit alone by my fire, I'll try not to think of you.
It'll help if I have some scotch and maybe a joint or two.
Memories that I've coveted for longer than they deserved.
Can choke too death on apathy, if properly innerved.
Another hit, another sip and perhaps I'll find my peace.
Lest my heart should forsaken me and grant a sweet release.
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:03 AM UTC
Stop projecting how you feel about yourself onto other people.
Or cats. Don't do that to cats either.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
Then there are mice that will talk to the cat,
Some squirrels that don't fear the dogs.
Some of those turtles prefer the rocks and will avoid those moss covered logs.
My memory serves me scraps of thoughts,
Severed fragments of fictitious moments.
None of which offer blessings or spiritual atonements.
"I don't know what to say," said the cardinal.
His blood soaked feathers drank the light.
"There's really not much to say my friend.
Though could you sit with me till night."
The wolves and the ravens have a good thing going.
Along with the spiders and rivers.
So what does the frost say to the flower before it wilts and withers?
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
Would you read it?
If I wrote you a letter.
Promising this that and things will get better.
My days are shorter cause I've been here longer.
My hands are all calloused and I don't feel much stronger.
All I know is that I've missed you since when.
We had that talk on the swings way back since then.
Forgive me this poem.
I needed to write it.
I'm not very good but.
It's pointless to fight it.
You've done rolled your eyes.
I'll wait for your sigh.
That'll be my cue goodbye.
Please finish the cheese.
The crackers.
And dip.
Wasn't she great folks?
Let's roll the next clip.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
It was just an arrogant thought I carried for far too long.
Another one for the hindsight box.
Another "if".
Now, now I'm chained to the memories of my foolish endeavors.
Spare me your insights. I'm well aware it is within me to put aside these things.
But I can't, I won't.
I have to be reminded. Lest the urge to try again overwhelms my convictions.
I can be heeled by the sound of these rattling chains.
So that I can go back to staring into the sun.
Instead of thinking I could be anything other than one.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
The dead lie organized about me, most of them forgotten by those who carry their blood now.
A warm fog has settled itself in. Like an old friend you've lost interest in catching up with.
If it weren't for a squirrel running across the flat markers, you'd think time paused life to take a leak.
The rain moved out overnight. As if she were looking to escape the ire of an abusive moon.
I long to be trapped here, in this moment, like a dried up leaf caught in a whirlpool.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 2:59 PM UTC
The only thing I ever wanted.
Really wanted.
Was to matter.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC