I don't believe
in a god
that wouldn't
forgive
my sins
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
Midnight moon, she
used to come
with such exuberance
as if it were the start of the day
or at least
an adventure
that we could write off
together
as stories to the midnight sky.
And then
so quickly
too quickly
the midnight moon hailed
a darkness of night
new
like a succubus
preaching familiar words
with an unfamiliar hate
ready to absolve you
of your daily sins
if only you give in to the temptation
of vodka-soaked venom
that she promises
the sun
will sanitize.
And the sun, he
never does.
He just
basks you in last night's
mistakes, keeps them
warm and cozy for your reveries
and casts his heat
as a reminder
you cannot escape
the moon, for her light source
is the sun
and midnight comes
inevitably.
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:29 AM UTC
it is okay
that you are
tired
if it is okay
that i am
sad
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 1:32 AM UTC
your eyes
when you look at me,
they are hard
to describe.
they do not
squint, they do not
harden, they do not
narrow, they
somehow tighten but
in mirth, yet
still with sadness, and
it's sadness at me
as if i give you
Joy and Pain
as burdens to bear
as a gift unexpected
but necessary, once
you understood the undertaking,
accepted its presence.
not quite a
white elephant
but almost.
and your eyes, they almost
overbrim with kindness, and so
i must worry
that maybe you are sad
because you see
that soon
you can no longer be kind to me.
maybe the Joy brought
the mirth but
the Pain brought
the sadness and
maybe you are saying
the bargain-basement version
of The Words to me
because you know that to say
anything more
will make the future parting
that you have planned
more
depressing
than having not heard the words
at all.
and maybe you could carry
both the Joy
and the Pain
for a while, but soon
they will become
too heavy.
and you will lighten your load
by gifting me back
to the world that gave me to you.
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
Fangs aren't required
to tear into meat.
Blunt teeth and hidden molars
do just fine.
It may take more
chewing,
more mulling over
the dead thing
in your mouth,
but eventually
you will savor and devour it,
and swallow it down,
forgetting after the last gulp
about the life you just
consumed.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 1:49 AM UTC
I pretend like I keep watch
over the lion cubs
for their sake
and maybe
I do
but maybe I want
the tiger
to notice me
instead
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 1:41 AM UTC
we write poetry
in different
languages,
yours in
music
and mine in
pain
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 12:27 AM UTC
did you know
blood
is bright red
if it seeps
from the skin?
i quite enjoy it.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
why don't
you want
to hang out with me
she says
jokingly
knowing she wouldn't want
to hang out
with herself
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 11:11 PM UTC
If the water sweeps
the way song does
and I greet the water
with hesitance,
but yet,
get so swept up
that I neglect
to disrobe,
is it the fault of the water,
that I
forgot its power?
Perhaps immersion
was my intent,
and so I went quietly,
after echoing, to you,
the virtue that is among us
but was so overwhelming to me
that I could not bear
to shed my clothes
to keep afloat.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC