I know nothing of death
I know nothing of life
yet I still crave creation
and destruction
I crave like a god
eager to meet its creatures
and walk with bare feet
across the oceans and the forests
and the icy mountains
getting stuck in my toes
like rusty nails
in a house under construction
and I crave the blood
that will follow
and make rivers
across the landslides
I crave its richness
painting natural crevices
in a way hands never could
I crave the sweet rotting of death in the soil
being eaten and taken apart
and yet feel like part of a whole
for the first time
I crave and gnaw my teeth
in the dead silence of night
my extremities with pins and needles
urging me to do
to be
I crave like a monster
and feel like a demon
looking in the mirror
And I crave like an angel
desperate to go home
to the stars and beyond
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 11:22 AM UTC
I feel your pain
rippling through the waves
of times and space
I could touch the surface of the water
we all wade through
and find our connection
I could grasp the string that brings you to me
soothe the cracks of it like broken clay
long dried in thirst
I could smoothe them over,
make it soft again
Bring you from your turbolent waters
to the old coral reef
we were building together
I thought I could give you peace
like back then
but you have begun swimming
in a different place
Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
The light in the corridor
smells of summer plants
of tall stinging grass
burning heat
on white flowers
that are too bright to look at
it sounds like crickets in the night
just outside our window
and for some reason
of the screeching of a car
on the asphalt
it looks like pearly sweat
on your skin
after a day of hard work
and your hands stained
with white dust and paint
it sounds like your voice
mimicking mine
but answering prayers
behind calls in the night
As the light turns off
I realise
I never stopped worshipping you
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Your shadow and mine
are one and the same
They fill up with shame
We swallow the tears
of our once young years
so we don't meet eyes
afraid of what we'd find
but my body still aches
with every pain you take
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
I'd stick fake stars on the ceiling
so we could lie on my floor
and look them up together
pretending we're still in that place
where your name was a song I loved to taste
and you'd look for my eyes in every minute of the day
I realise only now
just how much I'm still grieving you
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 5:10 PM UTC
They tasted better with you
and I could kiss the space
your lips had been
the same ones that would turn to me
and be so sweet
And you would spit out the smoke
from talking lips
take a pause and concentrate
for it tasted the same as me
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
You got to know
the taste of my skin
and sometimes
I still feel your scent on my sheets
It left a mark, like an imprint,
the aftertaste of a rose flavoured wine
mixing in with kisses and tongues
and your tears that I would dry
and salty sweat that tasted so sweet
I still picture You there
brush strokes shaping
to mimic your shoulders falling and rising
and your voice shaking
tension high as I would love You
once starved, we could finally be sated
Jul 10, 2024
Jul 10, 2024 at 11:32 AM UTC
Have you seen me there
walking the halls filled with blue skies
and star showers
through waves of passing moments
holding your hand in mine
mimicking your smile?
Have you seen me
in the future we will live in
rushing past you
toward places that don't exist yet
in our shared conscience?
Have you seen us
meeting by chance
at a bar late at night
asking for a lighter
then looking up
to see your own eyes reflected
while easy smiles stumble in shock
and recognition?
Do I still exist
somewhere in you?
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 4:57 PM UTC
There's a tightness
in my throat
when I look to you.
I wanted to keep you special,
tied you up in that tiny space,
all your memories kept like treasure,
but you became mundane,
engraved with gold in my days and life,
a part of the morning sky.
You painted my days in a lilac shade,
throwing red and blue my way
so that I could feel close to you
and find distance all the same.
There are storm clouds in this purple sky
ready to fall heavy with rain
as it drips from my eyes
that feel this indifference in disguise,
tries to hide this part of me
that cries from the inside
to be seen and be freed from these lies.
There's no peace in this demise
'cause the clock is ticking with time
moving quickly to divide
what is ours into what is mine.
You're a purple lover
always been on my mind
and still only a stranger
that I felt was too kind
but your presence is like wine,
gets me drunk, makes it sublime.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
A writer's hands
are soiled in ink
and I know it
'cause I've written your name
over and over
and the black covers my skin
while I write of all your love
and all your pain and heartache
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 7:15 AM UTC