It's the conversations that I miss--
Comfort in the candidness,
Were it worth a poem--an artifact,--
A "heaven-sense"--
Reconciled by our difference,--
As I admire you in--
(Both past and) present tense
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 11:09 PM UTC
It (was)...
So much of what I had longed for--
Unquestionably--rather plainly--what I had seen
Pendulum, my sensation--the reality...
Practicum, my fixation--the duality...
Ovation for the transparency!
Spoken heavenly, as if those seconds of life weren't--
Everything--now memory.
Nebulous--those semblances,
Of course, had you asked what my answer is--
Then yes, it (was)...
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:51 AM UTC
And so I've come to realize
The innocence in your eyes
Mean nothing
To me
At all
If all we ever have left
In between our last breath
Is something
Of me
You saw
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:24 AM UTC
We've known each other
For quite some time,
Have we now?
For what it was,--
For who we were,--
Entangled in strings of red
Forced by an image worth while...
Unbeknownst to the universe
We'd seek--
We'd love--
We'd rehearse,--
The very words,
Reflected by an inner child
Wayward...
We've known each other
For quite some time,
Have we now?
Jul 11, 2024
Jul 11, 2024 at 11:07 PM UTC
Elysium as I'd see,
Mantle in the fictitious sanity,
Oh--the "could've been's",--
The "shouldn't we's"...
As if sake and cigarettes,
Were butterflies and flowerbeds,--
Consuming it not by what it was.
Lavishly lost before...because...
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 10:48 PM UTC
Rhapsodies written in hues--marmalade, violet, the blues,--
Everything everywhere...
No less of an impression that's
Adorned with the innocence you so choose.
Mimicked by your favorite wine, a deep red, magically,--
You masterfully rose from the canvases, beautifully composed...
Loose cotton like rules forgotten,--
Openly confessing as if conclusions were foregone, yet--
Vocalized through your turquoise, lies an
Eighth of life at large, unmistaken.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 9:22 PM UTC
I felt it in me to give her
the moon
and stars
Yet all she truly wanted
was
space
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 11:39 PM UTC
Be it not,
What I thought it was,
For who I felt,
In that instance,--
Notional of a fantasy,
Musical with their alchemy,
Painted pictures turned fictive--
In a frame,
Not fitted for the frame of my insanity...
Be it not,
What I hoped it became,
For who I felt,
In that instance,--
Conditional against my reality,
Principle with the duality,
Asked me to look afar--
In a space,
Not shaped to the space of my serenity...
Feb 4, 2024
Feb 4, 2024 at 11:17 PM UTC
I'd like to think,
We'll choose to forget one another,
For reasons left unspoken,--
As if we were too afraid,
To make our souls familiar...
Equal is the distance,
Between perfection and flaw,
Between imagination and wherewithal,--
Yet we were too afraid,
To think at all...
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 11:29 PM UTC
I had written what I felt,
Noticed to each end,--
There was no error...
No misinterpretation...
No ploy in intention...
Just a slant rhythm.
In which, words, spare,
Devoting to its extremest clause,--
Explored the abstract...
The metaphysical...
The classical...
Feb 3, 2024
Feb 3, 2024 at 11:14 PM UTC