When you came to me in a crown of gold
Yellow blooms in your hair, I behold
I see it still… that smile so bright
A single glimpse, a beam of light
Now in this whirl of life I spin
The days feel short, the nights too thin
I beg… please, let me see your face
Let me know your love, your warm embrace
I bring you near, the evening ours
I feel your touch, like gentle flowers
In dreams you speak, your voice so clear
Your rosy cheeks… I hold them near
A tender hug drapes ‘round my frame
Yet I must ask, is this the same?
Or is it mind’s trick, a shadowed guise
A dream or truth before my eyes?
I hear your voice, it weaves a song
A melody where I belong
When sleep descends, in dreams you come
Whispering words… soft as a drum
Why did I choose you? I do not know
My thoughts like rivers… they ebb and flow
It hurts, it aches, yet I remain
Forever called by your sweet refrain
Forever called… your sweet refrain
I wait… I wait… through joy and pain
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:05 AM UTC
Let your life live let it drift
As stars in the night-light
In the land of my dreams
Like the Sun like the Moon
Like everything that could be
Let it exist let it become free
Like stardust in your hand
Scattering yellow sand
Flowing down as water
I breathe in deeply
Gaze into your eyes
A falling star and rainbows
Like raindrops
On branches of trees
The blue glows high
In the sky
The color of the sea
Dark but not black
Eye to eye as I start
To fall for you apart
In 2000 pieces of my heart
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
I march to the mountain’s highest top.
Plopedi-plopedi-pop!
I’m rising—never gonna stop.
Popedi-popedi-pop-pop-pop
I tread through forests, never drop.
I crawl through trees, I move with ease,
Then cry aloud: “Who sees through these?”
Now I stand atop the peak,
Among the trees where silence speaks.
I am the one who dares to see
Above the world, wild and free.
I see the moon up here,
See the stars already disappear
As I stand high—tall in the tree
I yell once again: “I am!”
The one, the two… the one two three.
A little is not more than I am enough,
Standing high-high above the tree.
The mountain drops its rocks,
All down her stones,
I fall… broke my bones.
As I yelled: “am I the one who knows?”
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 10:35 AM UTC
A moth came resting on my shirt
in the middle of the tender night.
I saw her there — it didn’t hurt;
she smiled at me,
and whispered light:
“Be calm,” she said,
“Soft as balm.”
I looked at her and wondered:
Should I brush her away?
Or let her stay?
So I wander on,
with a little friend
who made me a bond.
A hole appeared where she had sat,
but my heart became whole
just like that
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
I don’t know if this is
the right way to say it,
But is that what you remember of me?
Was it when I said, “It’s okay”—
While anger crept in quietly?
Deluded, unsure of how to be,
Light arrived, just as suddenly.
I was everywhere around them,
aching to stay,
Yet piece by piece, I faded away.
It was a sickness that sought me out,
Shattering all I was — no doubt.
And maybe the only part I played
Was trying to rise… not let grace fade.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
Wake me in the mornings,
when love feels still and tight.
I hold your light against my sorrow,
Carrying grief into the promise
of your tomorrow.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
I wake to darkness all around,
Silence thick, with no way out.
A sound so faint, it fades away—
Dissolving where all once felt as one.
Yet now, nothing seems to align.
I cry out, I scream: “Give me a sign!”
Morning tears fall soft and slow,
Evening drops too soon, too low.
Stars cascade across the moon,
Shades of deepening blue consume,
As I lie still inside my cocoon.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 7:17 AM UTC
While I emerged from no one’s time, you are what has not yet been named. Beyond the end of origin, the first scream fell silent. To remain forgotten, a name rises without echo — and yet, it resounds.
Stay away and draw near. I do not yet exist, and that… that is becoming. They explain nothing, and yet you understand the cause without effect, the light without source. That is nothing. You perceive everything as an unwritten page.
Shadow is light when it appears reversed. I breathe within it, without form. And you may awaken in my non-being. Do not carry me — catch me. Touch nothing as one touches what has not yet shaped me — the other in your never-begun time.
I feel no step, only direction. Though we never bloomed, we still bore seed. And nothing is complete, so we do not measure it. This is the now that never was — and yet, it waits. You had nothing, and thus, you had everything. You were silent in sound, and I sang in emptiness. It brought me neither to death nor to life.
One more glimpse of my nameless existence — so you may not be allowed to wish, but you are. Avoid the noon within the morning. Look backward toward the forward. Life is invisible and touches without contact.
There — precisely there — no source flows, but origin. I am what has not yet ended. I do not breathe, but exist between your knowing.
And soon? Has already been. And now? Has not begun. Because you were everything in nothing: do not open me, but know that I never was. The hour in which no animal called out belongs to no one.
You are not friend, not foe — but moment. Not blessing, not curse. Not dream, not memory. Not bud, not color. And so, nothing counts as something, and we descend upward as no one.
I know no other, and the world is empty of me. My body does not feel, for you are whole. You broke nothing, for nothing fell. Beneath the never-having-been, you ask of the death that never began.
And so I live in non-being, and you continue to vanish — and that is your mirror: never repeated.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
Telling my love to the woman,
her hair long, dark, and blonde.
The morning rose earlier,
and in her eyes lay braids,
pearls, and stones.
Her mouth,
rosy-red like a rose
in grandma and grandpa’s forest.
The cheeks on her face
were pink,
as if her hair made her blush,
laugh, and cry.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
He presses her into the quiet of her own place, while she lifts him to where his ears ring with love—in stance and space
Jun 28, 2025
Jun 28, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC