Being gifted time
on a growing rock
might not sound that great.
Hating time
of a lessened world
could feel more productive.
Giving time
to a dieing thing
is a tool we seem to need.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Colored autumn lines a hill with fire,
Its vibrancy sits heavy in my iris.
I greet it like an old hound,
And chase its scent to the top.
Who knew rot could be a perfume?
Maybe it’s the pessimist in me?
No, it’s the pruning of a relationship
holding opportunity like a prisoner.
I’ve always felt meaning
When peaking a hill.
Accomplishment seems to be made for
the man who can look back,
And understand why the hill is on fire.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
I find it disturbing
How clever and careful
The past can be.
Like some scheme
It has laid a plan,
Raising invisible barriers
That push you to me.
It is oddly entertaining.
I like to see you hurt.
But who can I plead with
For this to stop?
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
Raised by a twisted Pavlov's bell.
You were taught to hate.
You picked a side and what bridge to burn,
And now I get to write your name in ash.
Oh, what luck; a gust of wind whips,
and your title tears away like pages from a book.
I have half a mind to reach for it,
but let it slip away, like the dust it is.
What am I to do with it?
The birds will find some use,
And maybe you'll make an ant's day.
And as flies pollinate your dirt,
I get to sit and remind myself:
That out of all you took
What you left, I get to appreciate a little more.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
I want to be
that last sip of wine
to touch your lips
and kiss you goodnight.
I could be
your bitter red
or sweat white,
lingering in your throat.
Though, over the years,
I've soured
and can understand
being put away.
Still, I am happy
to float away
in my want
and imagine your sip.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
I was frightened
by your kiss
last night.
A shred of discomfort,
please awaken me
like a whisper.
I fear
the slow corrosion
of your silver and gold.
How do I prepare you
to take a bullet
when I plan to run
from your wound?
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
I push
you pull.
I think
You Thought
I was
to be
Your one
and only.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
Silence finally settles like dust,
A bitter ice has formed.
There is no battle fought by neglect
That’s ever chosen a victor.
But a dent was made,
In the deepest part of me.
Small, yet enough to rust,
Giving grip for weeds.
And oh how they thrived,
Gorging off of ancient wounds.
Feeding on painful sin,
growing into sickening hate.
Is this what you wanted?
Hate that could melt through faith,
As if the point's been proven,
You still hold to your silence.
You dog,
Lurking in my shadow,
Still, patient,
Happy to watch these weeds grow.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 7:52 PM UTC
When is that moment
Between growing and dying
that I feel fulfilled
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 7:45 PM UTC
Something has grabbed me.
Smoke heavy as lead,
Dragging me back with habit
Towards the numbness of forgetfulness
Wait, haven't I fought this before?
I know how this ends.
A rot, gluttonous,
Creeping over my borders.
I am prey, filled with fight,
But dangerous patience paralyzes me,
With earthly poison from its fang
Isn't it odd how pleasant this is,
Wrapping around me,
Inviting me to stay just a little longer
But what am giving up
To enjoy this comfort
Never mind anymore
I will meet it in forgetfulness again
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC