I see your eyes
I know you’re like me
Sad, sad eyes
We’ll never be free
The weight of the world
On our limp shoulders
Looking for god
Help’s not coming for us
We stumble in the dark
We stumble in the light
We cry, we wail, we dance
Pain is our greatest romance
Sad eyes like mine
We’ll sit and cry together
Then we’ll wipe our faces
And go on living hollow lives
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 5:11 AM UTC
This and that
And that and that
All the things I want
But never had
You and me
In paradise sweet
Yet all we get
Are dusty streets
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC
In the graveyard by the lake
The dead sleep and at midnight wake
They prowl the grounds with tales of woe
Of long dead and suffering souls
A fog rolls in from the still waters
To silence their eerie cries and broken stutters
To keep Arbortown safe from the truth
That the dead live and suffer from guilt
But one solemn night before the fog came
A lone ghost arose and came unchained
It droned and moaned its way into town
And behind, other ghosts followed, completely entranced
“I lived like a king, I spat on the pauper,
All is not as it seems, wicked souls suffer”
Its song carried, drawing out the natives
They looked on, horrified, in sweat-soaked nighties
But the ghosts hurt no one and touched nothing
Their message they spread, even though haunting
When the morning sun brushed the horizon
The ghosts returned to rest from their long procession
The townspeople gathered and agreed to ward out the ghosts
Afraid that their shaken minds would go toast
But that strange occurrence left an indelible mark
The people of Arbortown tried to be better in ways they previously lacked
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
I found a home
Within your arms
It housed a throne
“for the queen of your heart”
It so happens
The reign is not forever
Now I’m forgotten
Once loved, now never
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
Don’t wait
Not for a second
Don’t pause
Go do it now
Now now now
Don’t think
You think slow
Running in circles
Deciding nothing
Just do it
Now now now
Move fast
Move quick
Before night comes
Before bones tire
Do the thing
Do it NOW!
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
I’m reading old chats
Flipping through your photos
Reminiscing the past
Replaying intimate convos
I’m staring into the distance
Laughing over nothing
I’m dreaming up a romance
Even though the last attempt was scathing
I thought I was past this
Yet you’ve reeled me back in
It’s heady, it’s bliss
But I know it’s flitting
I’m playing with my heart
Daring you to hold it
But it’s fragile—a fact
One you’ve already proven
So I have to step back
I have to save myself
It’ll be madness on crack
If I do anything less
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 5:48 AM UTC
my threadbare soul hangs
severed from my broken bones
flailing in fate’s storm
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
A hive lives in my mind
Shows up in strange thoughts I find
A swarm of opinions from out there
It forms a crowd in my head
It’s loud and persistent
Terribly rude and insistent
Forces me to open my ears
Makes me do what it shares
It drowns out my voice
Fills my noggin with noise
I can’t outtalk its screams
I’m stuck listening it seems
Shame follows my every step
As it recites words of regret
This hive I can’t escape
It’s become my unsafe space
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
When two poets put their heads together
And pull out their pens to write
There’s no way to know the direction they’ll go
When it comes to the rhythm and rhyme
They could write about a simple theme
Or a deep one that makes you think
Their words might make you beam
Or take you to sorrow’s brink
Whatever they decide to confide
In this melding of the minds
It’s sure to indeed make you think
Or at least bring you closer to the light
When their words roll into sentences
You’ll be carried along on a magical tide
And surely when the end arrives
You’ll be glad you came along for the ride
By Mike Hauser and Mfena Ortswen
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 4:24 PM UTC
Nature at one time beckoned me
In the blowing of its leaves
Yet treated with little respect
Out of neglect will leave you be
Roots that burrow into the earth
Trunks wide like the universe
Branches scale in height and breadth
It spawns an unending curse
A curse that leaves man to his own
Never again to call nature home
Given the chance and man blew it
Would things be different had he known
Now nature’s unmoved by man’s suffering
Man’s woes are his own doing
When on the edge of extinction all’s teetering
Stoic and indifferent, nature will see to man’s ending
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC