A sentence I dare not utter aloud,
a tenderness too dear to summon
without sorrow loosening its floodgates.
My sweet refrain, my graceful turning,
veiled now beneath the quiet melancholy of present hours.
And still, at times, I close my eyes
and cast my head back toward her again:
that child of fevered light and restless hands,
all longing, all luminous devotion.
The joy remains untouched in its essence,
though never again in its first form.
There is an ache in remembering
how fiercely the heart once reached toward eternity,
how certain it was of its own becoming.
A small and sacred death, perhaps
to outlive the child who believed herself boundless.
Yet I remain grateful for the remnants:
for the rhythm still fluttering beneath my ribs,
for the phantom of those gilded movements,
for the cruel tenderness of loving something
so deeply
it never truly leaves.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
Lonesome, lonesome, what a tired despair.
Ease me with someone else’s heavy confession.
Why can’t I eat? Why do I only sleep?
I work through day and night for something soft enough to hold me, but nothing comes.
Oh, lonesome, lonsome.
Even my words are wearing out.
Tell me what to do.
Let me borrow another’s sorrow for a while.
Rumination keeps me still.
My lover, my friend, most of all my enemy.
Keep your distance carefully.
Absence has teeth.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 9:34 PM UTC
I’m convinced you hold an Empyrean once unstirred in me.
Flowers whisper with each smile, “What a hallowed numen you bear.”
Seeds strain upward, desperate to glimpse you,
bending in accord as I urge, run away with me.
Blind to the brilliance that blooms within you,
I stand in quiet wonder, heart bound to your orbit.
Even the petals of night open when you pass,
yet you walk as though the heavens were not your own.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 12:26 AM UTC
No matter where I turn, you pull me in
A black hole wrapped in flawless skin.
Your face, a scripture I must recite,
Carved in the dark of my sleepless nights.
My heart is a beast with claws of need,
Thrashing, ravenous, starved for your lead.
When you're near, I cease to be,
A breath held tight, a wound set free.
When you are gone, you are never gone.
You stain the air, you stretch the dawn.
I see you lurking in glass and steam,
Flickering, shifting, slipping between.
I know your steps, your fleeting trace,
The ghosts you leave in empty space.
You do not see me, but I see you,
Devotion stitched in every view.
Call it hunger, call it fate,
A madness I do not wish to escape.
You are the altar, the prayer, the key
And I am the shadow that will not leave.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
Lying in sorrow on the billet you claimed,
Weeping till dawn while the heavens lay maimed.
No roof to soften the rain’s cruel descent,
No peace for a heart that breaks in lament.
Footsteps still echo in halls lined with ghosts,
Names etched in silence where memory roams.
The war took its due, but left me behind,
Bound to the echoes you carved in my mind.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
Detrimental to my skin are the caged beaks,
clawing from beneath, scratching bruises
In shades only I can feel.
My overgrown feathers wrap around me,
a shroud and a shield,
enough to hold me, yet never enough to choke.
If only they would.
If only they’d cover me whole,
cocoon me in darkness
until I am nothing but breathless night.
But instead, I find myself longing to be suffocated,
not by this cold weight but by soft hyacinths,
their petals brushing my feet,
closing around me like a final kiss from the earth.
Let them rise, lilac and violet,
fragrant like memories,
until I am overcome, gently,
by something that wants to hold,
not harm, as I do.
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 3:35 PM UTC
You don’t understand me, like how a bird knows to build its nest.
You picked at the wrong sticks, and now the fragile nest has come undone.
I don’t want to hear from you, like a wife waiting for word from her soldier.
Your steps carve cracks in my heart. Soon, they’ll engrave your name.
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC
I recognised it. That other soul was yours, dipping near mine,
Rare like the moments when stars brush the earth.
I’ve taken you into me, as much mine as my own skin,
You breathe with the glimmer of a falling star.
You brushed the earth once more in your quiet brilliance
Such a constellation you are to me, and more.
Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 6:30 PM UTC
Born quick-witted, but now too tired to speak,
This world drags me down into silence so deep.
The people, their words, like soil in my veins,
Until I couldn’t breathe, now I just feel the chains.
I sink into bed, a prisoner to the voices,
No escape, no choices.
I once begged the sun to tear through the night,
But even that struggle feels too far from sight.
Once a typhoon, I raged, I drowned in its form,
Now the rain softly falls, dulled and worn.
It seeps into my skin, a quiet decay,
Lingering forever, with nothing left to say.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 4:14 PM UTC
My perfect face, my perfect form,
It’s been some time since you crossed my mind.
My perfect eyes roam, longing for features that will never be mine,
Yet I am not sad; I carry the essence of my kind.
I wish I didn’t dwell, though I was sailing well on this rocking ship.
My mirror lies beside me, a truth I yearn to eclipse.
I could seize it now, as effortless as dispersing a speck of dust.
My perfect face, my perfect form become what I wish,
I hate to love you and ache for your kiss, but...
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 3:38 AM UTC