The blacks of the sky melt into the whites of the snow,
life painted gray.
But against dreary existence stands your golden silhouette,
a challenge for the ordinary.
And when my blending grays met your shining brilliance for the first time,
with such a simple confession,
you coloured me yours.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM UTC
The sun has set on us.
Your star has vacated my sky.
And we both know
our seas are separated by land so vast,
a thousand tsunami's couldn't ever sink it.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
For you,
I shall wave away that which clouds your sight.
In the ocean of the sky,
you glow ever so bright,
casting warmth over ice.
Existence orbits around your light.
I may lack radiance,
but you glow so effortlessly,
shining through my moon.
You're bright enough for the both of us.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
Two pools of brilliant blue,
parallel oceans.
Two identical reflections,
my insignificance among your wonder.
Infinite bright flecks,
stars floating.
One moon,
centered eclipse.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
And the sky cries tears of sorrow as it becomes more evident every sundown that it will never unite with the ground.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:48 AM UTC
I closed my eyes to the ocean of your eyes,
only to open them
to the drought of your absence.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 8:42 PM UTC
We think we're saving us.
Saving humanity
through
technology.
Convenience we think,
is of utmost importance.
And through that very convenience,
we lose ourselves.
True intelligence
in trade for
the artificial.
The greatest feats of humanity
imitated in mere seconds.
Art.
Literature,
Paintings,
Expression,
All consumed
by the raging desire
for convenience.
How much further must we fall
before realization
strikes the tree of ignorance,
revealing its roots
that bleed with the ink of true creativity?
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
You hurt in the way guitar strings bite into my fingertips.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC
I am but punctuation to your wonder;
though not the important kind.
The optional kind.
The forgotten kind.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC