let my body be of clay
sculpted by the choices i make
creating myself into artwork that i can admire.
practice and devotion will grow my craft
until i am skilled with a chisel one day.
for now, i start here;
before a statue,
a mound of clay.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:09 AM UTC
you are a black hole in my heart,
the more lightyears away i drift,
the less i feel your gravity pull.
i know if i were to let you swallow me
into that vacant patch of black
my body would compress,
my system would collapse.
so, in the darkness
you still exist;
forever reaching for me.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 12:56 AM UTC
to share a territory
would mean to expose my wrists
to a wild lupus who bares its fangs.
so i will hunt my prey alone
while listening to the echoing howls
of a pack
in the lonesome sliver of moon.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
the foggy shiver of a drive,
on the shoulder i turn to look--
two dead deer lay quietly.
one's flesh is torn and melted in
the other still embraced by a fresh-night fur.
the story they both live
yet always ending on the same chapter.
how strange it must be; to love thy neighbor
both of different species, color, culture.
in the conclusion they're both just bones
and strangers laid next to each other
in company, forever.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 12:45 PM UTC
the devil didn't start off with wrath or the power of cruelty,
but was given it.
you can be the most terrifying beast, yet still lack a voice.
we all view our experiences through a broken glass that shifts our reality,
in the jagged shards of our journey, we can piece together something more beautiful than before
how we can bend our truth with will.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 11:44 AM UTC
"You're me."
"But I am far taller,
far wiser, far older."
"But you're me."
"Well, yes, you do have a familiar face,
like a house in a dream
that felt like home when it wasn't."
"But you are me."
"But your eyes are still tender,
as is your attitude towards the world.
You have no thought to the monsters;
You're just afraid of the darkness."
She sways, homemade bow tucked in her hair,
hand taking mine without any flinch;
"But you are still me."
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
feather wings crack,
covered in sin.
halos twist their way into horns.
the light, once warm
now burns skin.
through my cruelty
and hands covered in violence
i try to remember how
the wrath of the devil
was also given him
by god.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
Maryjane,
get on that plane,
and ride it far, so far away.
meet me in a different time,
where I am yours and you are mine.
fly out somewhere new and nice
and don’t even bother thinking twice;
we’ll meet again, somehow, somewhere.
But for now, you don’t belong out here.
Maryjane,
I love you so.
I only want what’s best,
you know?
so I’ll say it simply, no need to strain:
Maryjane, get on that plane.
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
i stare at my poem “oranges”
wondering how it became.
the fifteen seconds i spent;
the five days of fame.
now my brain cannot write
and i yearn more for the numbers,
instead of the sweet language
i used to discover.
so how did i do it?
how did i reach #1?
i didn’t write for others,
simply, i wrote for fun.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC