Have I forgotten my soul yet again?
My heart is torn between two worlds.
The underworld holds my soul;
its depths hold my darkness in its cavernous halls.
Seeds of the pomegranate quench the ache that fills my heart.
Only through the black can I see the truth that I hold.
Yet my spirit is called the Elysium above.
The wheatfields caress me with their gentle whispers,
as the sun gives life to my paled skin.
Am I lost, or am I found?....
Alas, my soul abounds.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 1:01 AM UTC
She comes to me in the dead of the night
beneath satin sheets, bringing tears streaming down my lifeless cheeks.
Forgotten, afraid of the light of day,
my mask fades away.
I am neither near nor far,
a mockery of the goddess I once was.
A numbness holds my aching bones.
From life itself, I have been forbidden.
An imminent doom, my eternal attrition.
Dec 25, 2025
Dec 25, 2025 at 5:24 PM UTC
How I long to be mad again.
My soul searches endlessly for your Pandora's box.
To be mad is to be free from all that consumes me,
To be consumed by you.
I have shielded myself from many a lover,
in hopes that one day I will fall back into your serpentine trance.
Drive me to the brink of sanity;
send my mind once again into your abyss.
Lay me down so I may forevermore feel the horror of your kiss.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 9:21 PM UTC
please, look at me.
look at me in every way that love feels,
then peer into me as if you are meeting
a candle light to blow its heat.
i promise i won't speak unless you need me to,
so look at me in every possible way
if it helps you see me better.
deep in your gaze,
mesh me in every memory that makes you cry
for i am a home for dark things too.
your every spill cannot flood
the vast space of my nothingness.
i have all the room in the world
to take in every version of you.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
i think i exist only to love
but never experience,
a pretentious bag of bones like me
will only stir your feelings
—you will wallow in it for some time
and then you will forget about me
like a cup of coffee that has gone cold.
but if i must admit,
it's because i do stunt my own growth:
in life, in love, but strangely enough,
not in death.
an odd number of reasons
aid my tendencies;
they get glued together to form
a paper-maché of well-composed farewells
—a craft i have mastered in my years of longing.
i think i exist only to love,
but never experience—
yet here i am, still longing
until i get a hand to hold.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.
I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.
He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC
born in the artic snow
she chromed
her heart
in steel
flames could
not
touch that heart
always a half a step ahead
sure
a few stumbles
but never a fall
and moonlight is just
a heartache in disquise
till one day
leaning out a car window
a scar upon his cheek
and the luck of the draw
was the jack of hearts
and the queen of diamonds
had
never met
anyone
quite like
the jack
of hearts,
black-haired blue-eyed
her beauty inspired
stupid men
to commit foolish acts
and as he smiled
the queen of diamonds
thought she had
the jack of hearts,
blue sky shimmering
in her eyes
jack became
the brightness
of her day
and the jack of hearts
saw a flame
flickering in her eyes
that he had never seen
in any women's eyes
before ...
act. 2
... a strange destiny
was unraveling
and one long poker hand
was over
and the snowflakes came
down like ashes
under the street light
and then
the jack of hearts
walked away
a pale spirit fleeing
a graveyard
into the wall of night
and the queen of diamonds
cried
the sea into sky
with eyes
like twilight
waiting
to eat away the day
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Let me kiss through the cracks and creases that line your body.
A flower with a nectar so sweet, with juices that flow between ravenous teeth.
So gentle is your touch; may our bodies meld as one,
As the rays paint upon your skin with the setting of the sun.
A journey through the sheets,
Your ******* heave to mine.
Your body is a sorceress of time.
Through night and day, our flame flickers but does not fade.
Upon your barren skin, I feel an eruption begin from within.
You call to me one last time, with a dance of the body my eyes long to behold.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC