from a life of wandering
an internal clock tick-tock
whispers
the old road is calling
its winter deserts of stars
and loneliness
the cold north coast
valleys of rivers and wildflowers
mountain peaks that line the heavens
but i will not go
a new road calls and whispers
this way
into seasons of forgetting
where i am
and where i’ve been
from a life of wandering
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:02 AM UTC
parched earth for love
to drink its water
lost on those
who drink its river
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 11:46 AM UTC
if i never came
i'd never know what i've seen
if i never leave
i'll never see the rest of everything
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 7:18 AM UTC
i don't do these things once
as if to hold
or preserve a moment forever
i do them
i forget
then live again to remember
until there's nothing left that's fleeting
except the rush of repeating
again and again
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
her petals have bloomed
from the womb of her garden
where in her garden we played
like frolicking children
til' children became
the fruit of love's harvest
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC
layers on layers of dust
in desolation
brown earth
piercing sun
a deafening silence so loud screams in echoes
run!
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
little flower
leaning towards the sun
adorned
with the smile
of a thousand blooms
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC