I do not chase stars like I once did,
But some nights, I still look up.
Not for answers—just for quiet company.
That used to be enough. Maybe it is again.
I no longer dream in declarations.
No promises carved into stone.
Just laughter that lingers longer than expected,
And silences that don’t feel like absence.
Love is no longer a rescue mission,
Or a war I have to survive.
It is a rhythm, a breath I return to
Without holding it hostage.
There was a time I closed every door
To keep the ache from finding me.
Now, I leave one slightly ajar—
Just enough for light. Just enough for maybe.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
We should not be fighting
Yet here we are
In an arena surrounded by flames
You raise your sword in anger
Assuming the worst intentions from me
Asserting that I must be destroyed
To ensure your survival
But we are not enemies
We are two unique patterns on a diverse tapestry
Fight not against me, but alongside me
Against the true monsters of the world
For we are all struggling together
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
I see him in the distance,
My shining white knight.
He didn’t break every barrier,
But he always tried.
He always kept moving,
For he knew there was no true safe path,
When you stood still it crumbled under your feet.
I look at the man in front of me;
A Fool, Myself devolved.
A man who has learned how to endure,
But has forgotten how to survive.
I look once more at the man in the distance,
For I know I want him back.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
I no longer seek romance
For it has brought me nothing but pain
So now, I just seek someone to have fun with
As we descend to the downward spiral
That awaits us all
For life is short
And love is fleeting
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
There were six of us once
Now only I remain
"The drinks are on me," I said
"When we reach Valhalla"
My blade brothers fell
One by one in glorious battle
Yet Death would not take me
Now, too old to fight
I drink alone
Longing for one last battle
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
Pillow
In my dreams, she is my pillow,
she lays supine on a couch
my head resting on her bare lap
as she holds me, tells me all the new memories we can make together
Wide awake, I have only recently told her how I feel about her. She says she needs time.
So I wait
All the while hoping the dream becomes reality
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
I once carried a star beneath my wings
But she burned too brightly and faded too quickly
Without her, my wings fail me, and I fall to Earth
I bury myself amongst the rocks, waiting for the waves to break
A new voice calls to me, bringing me back to life
And I fly out to the stars once again
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC