They love you like a Monet
blurred lilies at arm’s length,
a myth of brushstrokes soft as breath.
But step too close: the cracks erupt,
ochre teeth, cobalt splits
a masterpiece undone by its own grit.
(We do this, don’t we?)
Turn lovers into porcelain saints,
then shatter them against the almost
of what we think we deserve:
*Their hands too rough, their laughter
a dissonant chord.*
But when we leave, we leave fingerprints- smears of our rust, flecks of dried blue clinging to their seams. We call it proof they were flawed, not us. Then we sprint toward new horizons, gauzed in gold, another frame to grip, another lie to hold.
But mirrors are merciless curators.
Our own canvas? A silent riot—
thick daubs of envy, streaks of not enough,
the furious red of wants we sand to dust.
We name it standards, call it taste,
while our seams split like cheap glue,
barely binding the mess we refuse to undo.
The threshold’s a revolving door:
admire the distant glow, despise the close-up smear.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Until one day you kneel,
palms pressed to your private fractures,
and finally see
the same jagged light leaks
through everyone.
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
First, a gathering - a coalescing of mist,
Shapeless vapors given form, a droplet born.
Buoyant, it rises, a fragile orb of being,
Drifting with purpose, a path yet uncharted.
Through currents unseen, it dances and drifts,
Accumulating experiences, ever-evolving.
Colliding, dispersing, reforming anew -
A constant state of flux, a never-ending flow.
Yet all the while, the droplet retains
A sense of self, a boundary, a "me."
Until, inevitably, the walls start to thin,
The borders to blur, the entity to flee.
Slowly, gently, it merges once more
With the endless expanse, the boundless whole.
No longer a droplet, distinct and apart,
But a humble tributary, rejoining the soul.
Such is the nature of all that we are -
Temporary expressions of a greater design.
Ephemeral forms, ever-changing, ever-flowing,
Bubbles upon the surface of the divine.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 12:01 AM UTC
...
At times I feel like a flower
...
Once swaying in a field free
...
Amongst a spectrum of colors
...
Washing down into a streams valley
...
Beneath the rays of light
...
Tickled by the feet of life in flight
...
Then plucked
...
Placed into a glass
...
By a window
...
To wither
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 10:54 AM UTC
God I get so busy sometimes
Sometimes busy doing nothing
Sometimes just sitting here
Doing literally nothing
Almost feeling cursed
Day in day out
Like I'm chained
I feel little control
I feel my body breaking
A new chronic pain
Another migraine
Another depressive state
Some how though
I need to fit work
Also food and rest
Oh my friends
I've not forgotten
My family
they see me
much less.
I'm sorry
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 8:20 PM UTC
The unhappiness you're experiencing right now comes down to allowances.
The allowance of negative thought to entertain your mind.
The allowance of idleness.
The allowance of making choices against happiness.
The allowance of negative people.
Mostly it comes down to the allowance of time given for anything that will eventually cause you pain.
The same allowance can get you joy and satisfaction.
Salvation of time.
Make the right choice.
Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC
At the moment,
she's present,
just not in the present moment.
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Do night skys not liken to the shimmer of her eyes?
Do the gardens of Eden not bloom in the presence of her beauty?
Do heavens angels not fall
just to hear her sweet goodbye?
Yet her lips press softly upon mine.
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 6:49 AM UTC
It's instinctual
To want to look away
Once contact is made
Often it's what I do
Impeding anxiety
That they may first
(look away)
I want to peer deep
Beyond the ambiance of your blue
Connecting to within, you
It's not what I see
But what I feel
Pith to crux
Eye to eye
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 6:25 AM UTC
All of life
Is confined within a single moment.
Despite that as it may sound
so small or insignificant.
It's indeed profound and eternal.
I imagine many that have come and gone,
in search of purpose and meaning,
over looked the simplicity of lifes beauty.
That is to simply exist.
Enjoying the whoas and woes,
the sinkings and risings,
as the tides of life come and go.
Not fighting or subduing
what is or isn't meant to be.
Complacent, content, and cohesive,
Just as the matter that forms us all.
Because ultimately,
nothing matters at all.
So here we are,
existing.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
I want to lay next to you
Caressing the constellations upon your skin
Mapping them with my fingertips
Memorizing them as our days come and go
As to never forget
Even as age impedes us
And new stars emerge and others fade
I will never stop tracing them
I will always want to learn you
To touch you
To feel you
To lie next to you
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC