"It's water's lesson".
Time paused into shape.
Hardens like a decision;
obscure or clear, the elements decide.
Cools the air by presence,
Pulls warmth in, to sink it.
Holds without owning.
Audible cracks, yet breaks without warning.
Chipped, becomes fragments.
Melted, remembers motion.
Sometimes contains something ancient beneath silence,
sometimes only pieces,
clinking proof
that stillness never lasts.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 6:06 PM UTC
but is every human the same...
all giving lessons and promising purpose
and furthering the field
Feeding the brains of earthlings
Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
taking my heart out of the water so it can dry a bit
trying to stay sober so i can process it
i'll tell you again don't let loneliness pull you away
the moon smiled at me and so i smiled at you
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sweet passion, water falls
i see icy seasons ahead
clutch my pearls, drip down my leg
why'd we go out, should have stayed in, instead
Feb 24, 2023
Feb 24, 2023 at 8:36 PM UTC
Enlightenment is
Bewildered pieces Moving
Broken and Abused
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 7:23 PM UTC
You are soft like yellow rose pedals
I am scared, too damaged
May you slit my throat and spin my head to the wolves,
and may I be alone.
You are so full of youth and glowing, characterized by ***
If I could only feel the way I kiss you -without my voice numbing my lips
When promises fade away to words, how can I learn to hear again
How can I listen? I can only hear myself.
Whispering and clawing, disguised as another.. I am the wolf
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
I've been plucked from the most beautiful flower people would do anything to smell, to see, to touch the softness
It hailed
ground frozen; ice bullets gravitating towards my heart
frost bites my skin
The soil no more suitable for such a beautiful delicate flower, broken at the stem, rigid and slanted
soon to decay, back into the dirt
forever ingrained within land
when the flood comes and washes all the soil amidst
struggling, barley gasping for air the water chokes me,
I squint to reveal a fish in the distance
swimming ever so smoothly, scales shiny and brilliant
imbricated as armor to a knight
strong and natural
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
It's really not you -it's me, you see
I have a slight problem with intimacy
Through the absent babble and lost words
Somehow I speak, but am never really heard
I lie awake; thoughts keep my eyes open
Maybe I'll run a hot bath to soak in
I can't help but feel bad for what I've done
Fighting a war in my mind that can not be won
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
I am endlessly thrown in the wind
Dreaming of stillness
Rain stop falling down my face so I can feel my own tears
Thunder stop roaring so I can hear myself think
Lightning stop brightening up the sky just to leave me in darkness
Wind take me to the island where I smell nothing but saltwater and sweet fruit that awaits me
Leave me with trees abundant with coconuts anticipating my conquer
Fresh milk to drink and white meat to eat
No worries, just the sand beneath my feet
Where Waves only whisper my name at night and in day, Sun makes me feel warm inside
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
What's a story without purpose.
My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft.
I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart.
There are two tiny holes eternalized.
Forever missing those fragments.
Forever just a little empty inside.
The first page needs a new staple.
The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another.
What will be the new ending to my story?
What do I write on the next blank page?
I have no ******* clue.
Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft.
Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC