Sadness bounces from the tip of my finger
to the bottom of my foot.
The pressure in my chest inflated against my flesh like
a balloon.
So spread my limbs to the corners of the world
where my feelings can travel further, to be absorbed by many.
Where the pressure loses speed by the Sahara and the people soak it up like the rays of the sun.
May I float in space as the world does.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
Between my body and the bed I lie in is empty space... It's mostly empty space. The atoms of my body starkly resist that of the bed.
Where one calls for rest, one yearns for action --
where the person is overcome with exhaustion, the world echoes a call.
I am asymptotic.
For I never pass through exhaustion, I only bounce off of it. Never reach zero.
Never breathe in.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC
I look into a frame --
portrait or picture, doesn't matter.
It is a black mass swirling in an
implied, illustrated wind.
I see myself in the blackness.
Standing, waiting in the reflection of the frame.
I begin to feel the wind, doomed to be surrounded by the blackness.
Once I turn off the light and the frame can no longer reflect --
it just is exactly what it is.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
Anger is an arrow
with no direction.
It is a cloud that rains
shards of glass that
cut & shred.
Anger bleeds just as
much & twice as hot.
When yours runs cold, the blood of Anger
cannot save you.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
I have kites tied to my body.
They only fly at the length of their string.
I enjoy their beauty, but keep them bound.
Does the string protect me or them from freedom?
Cut the ties and I am no longer bound by the wind.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:24 PM UTC
give god a name
and you know truth
give god a form
and you've seen truth
build god a house
and you know where truth lives
sell that house
and you own truth
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Bitterness.
It flakes out of
every pen stroke and
dots pages.
It seasons my life and
accompanies me
at the table
where I eat
my resentment.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
Living life
as if all your
hopes, dreams, goals, loves, wants & needs
are right behind your own head.
They remain hidden as
you look left and right.
Sometimes, one turns too fast and hurts their neck --
Sometimes, one wakes up in the morning unable to turn.
And once you've finally caught a glimpse,
either you're an owl or you've found a mirror --
you realize you just need a haircut.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
How boastful it is
for a flower to bloom
next to a
**** -- blades of grass sit in audience.
Fresh ink dries on single page, slammed between hundreds that lay bare.
The pride of a flower to know that the ink exists on its behalf.
Do I not write of weeds? Are the words as gluttonous as the flower that grows in spite of its environment?
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC