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Foogle Aug 10
he sees his angry daughter,
i see a suppressed dragon who birthed another.
and fire drips from the wall,
thick oil,
burning down the whole house.
the colour paints my face in streaks of pain.
he talks a monologue,
i put the dishes away;
quickly, careful.
take his plate for it to rot in the sink,
for another woman to clean.
he snatches the soy sauce dish away from my
breaking fingers.
whatever he wants
is a command.
my eyes haze up,
and look up to his.
he has stitched spiders over his lenses.
my mouth blends with my skin,
sewn at the edges,
when his gapes like a black hole.
Aug 10 · 271
butchy boy
Foogle Aug 10
no arms,
no.                   legs,
no                        head,
no surface  to latch on to;
butchy                        boy.
water                     curls
around a    floating body.
the pressure       suffocates
the idea                      of its
                                   limbs.
faulty                                
fish                    bladder.
no        mouth.
no dream.
Aug 8 · 44
Pulsing dragon
Foogle Aug 8
wanted blue hair
mum says she can return it

but he refuses
takes the can out my room

no words
he faces me like a shadow

throws it in the trash
out the front

i think of
how ***** i would be
if i dug through *******
to get it back

-

i’m wearing my favourite clothes
he says they aren’t good enough

so i’m shovelling
the fabrics through the mirror
so done with appealing
to his eyes

peel the leggings off my skin
and my shirt off my arms

under the layers
shielding me from the weather
i am a pulsing dragon, waiting, waiting
waiting, waiting
to claw it all
off
Aug 8 · 43
Unlace
Foogle Aug 8
I unlaced my shoes
just to colour the strings in
4/6/25
Aug 7 · 200
True love
Foogle Aug 7
seeing your world
with no eye contact.

walking in sync
across the
golden bridge.

knowing each other
with the lights
broken.

knowing the signal
when the volume
is switched off.

talking without speaking
a single sentence.

glancing to the left
when they look to the right.

their compliment,
their opposite.
Aug 3 · 36
Food
Foogle Aug 3
i want you
to rummage through my lunchbox
and take whatever
without asking

peel a mandarin;
stuff half in
your mouth.
take a chip,
and bite my pocky.
take all of my
konjac jelly.
catch the
hi-chew
flying mid air.

said you can provide for yourself
but i want to buy you ice cream
before you even think of wanting it

i want to know your
bubble tea order
off by heart

share straws
Aug 2 · 59
If love is to unfold
Foogle Aug 2
if love was to
unfold yourself
i am
a paper crane.

choose a side
of my identical halves.
fold my face in half
and then my tail;
leave it free.

take me away.
or ****** me
in your fingers.
fly me away.
or drop me
in puddles
of water.
give me away.
or keep me
suffocating
in your pocket.
Aug 2 · 1.7k
Things I want to be
Foogle Aug 2
your eyelids,
shielding your eyes
on a rainy day.

the lint
in your pants.

the guitar pick
you strum with.

the makeup
on your face.

the maths book
you draw all over.

the stickers
on your locker.
Jul 31 · 64
Always
Foogle Jul 31
you strum the instrument
playing with my heart
we’re on the park bench
saying “i love yous”

the world melts into oblivion
between our summer

you
leave in the dead of night
with your spit on my lips

march comes and goes
like a heart throb
in may
i break it off
like ****** bread
biting my heart into pieces

crying on the carpet floor
for a whole month previous
and a whole month after

you play in the radio beat
and then you go on

ferris wheels
taunt the imagination
of my tap
running on too long

empty eyed
i think about our
“always”
and how
they’re always
a lie
Jul 31 · 247
Your name recycled
Foogle Jul 31
colours around me
fish me up to the light
when i clawed myself
down this deep hole

i feel the sun
i feel the “after you”
i taste the glory
everything
i missed out on

i brea
th
i
brea
l
th

in and out

take my breath that you stole from my lungs
put it back in my rotting stomach
swallowing hard
you sleep
in a nightmare
piled in the
trash out the back

i keep stepping
in the place with no bridge
head up high up so tall
there’s nothing to see beneath

you become tv static
a pedestrian
at the streetlights
a name
recycled
Jul 31 · 51
death choices
Foogle Jul 31
eaten by a long hole
taken by a fire
or left as nothing at all
Jul 30 · 51
Passion
Foogle Jul 30
passion is the abstraction of the heart in your head
Jul 28 · 275
Sick
Foogle Jul 28
sugar bomb rests between
unbrushed teeth
i chew

slowly

staring out the window that can’t be turned off

hands reaching out to the far wall
uncoloured bony aliens

ten tablespoons of pasta soup
chinese medicine
a peice of bread
three sips
of water
Jul 23 · 376
Supermarket
Foogle Jul 23
if one day i see you
standing in the dairy isle
at the supermarket,
don’t greet me
with a forced “hello,”
if you’re not willing
to conjure a proper goodbye.
Jul 21 · 75
Indecisive
Foogle Jul 21
her burning passion and certainty
allures me

my body is dark blue
dissipates in the rain
becomes indecisive in the night
i bite the side of its cuticles

and she
she explodes with a match
lit by signature grins
unwavering by the wind

i watch my spirit move into the mirror
like a snake
not made to be there

she just is
without fear and
I just don't know how
she can be so sure

she comes with sparkling humour
i arrive late
with open wounds and
no band aids
this one is all over the place
Jul 20 · 222
Twin Flames
Foogle Jul 20
twin flames
you were purple
i was yellow

i killed us
blew us out
candles on my
fifteenth birthday cake

i wished that
one day
i’d let you go
10/6/25
11:06 pm
Jul 19 · 74
Forgotten Cars
Foogle Jul 19
i stand in an asphalt river
and a chill knocks on my heart
as it cascades down the empty street

i eye my dad
as he takes photos
of the skeletons
resting on the grass

my hands are stuffed
in my overly fluorescent
striped jacket,
refusing
to feel the cold

i breathe out smoke

my pupils drift to the rusty shells; their tyres,
and their lack of number plates

the duo rests there together;
tethered to the turf,
bounded by the night,
and the endless winter wind

i wonder if they are past lovers;
entwined forever,
and forgotten to every eye but us
- or if they have a past at all.
Jul 18 · 84
Origami
Foogle Jul 18
where does the world go
when your body is folded like
still origami?
Haiku
Jul 18 · 91
ceiling
Foogle Jul 18
square of white i stare up at recently
used to be a canvas for potential dreams
now is just a wall hanging above
boxing me in
Jul 17 · 121
Nail Polish
Foogle Jul 17
me and my mum
drive alone at night
to go buy nail polish
at the chemist.

she talks and sings
at our red cars
20 year old
built in radio.

i look into my visor mirror
at my eyebags
and listen to her voice
as it fills our silence;
with little input.

as they come and go
the streetlights outside
our misty windows
blur together
into vivid neon icing.

i ask her
as we drive
if we have
crinkle cut salt and vinegar chips
in the pantry at home.

she says she we do;
but she bought thins instead,
‘cause they were
the ones on sale.
Jul 14 · 379
No new notifications
Jul 14 · 57
Roots
Foogle Jul 14
i knew it when
i put my hands out
and she reached back
with cold fingertips
and i giggled
trying to make them warmer

that i just always choose wrong

my heart was racketing hard enough
to untie our trees
in the quiet part of my
imagination

your eyes
haunt me
late at night;
fireflies in the lights
of an abandoned warehouse

our past

our whispers along
my nighttime walk

you paint
my static ceiling

i eye the wonder
in her new eyes
and ask the universe
if i have the strength
to plant the half of my
untangled roots

i ask the universe
if it will finally let me
grow up with someone
Jul 10 · 220
Tinsel
Foogle Jul 10
you dance
ill be the shadows
in your hair at the party
ill be the tinsel
on your dress
or the embers
lingering from the fireplace

you smile
ill be the sweet fruit tea
in your red cup
and the lollipop stick
you chew
long after
the candy is gone
Jul 9 · 57
Eggs
Foogle Jul 9
I find eggs everywhere;
a patterned one, hiding behind the maple tree,
and one rotting in the carton at the supermarket,
priced at a dollar fifty.

i find eggs nestled between toilet rolls in the bathroom,
and i find eggs
sleeping in rock pools at the beach,
swaying in their slow shallow water.

My room is full of eggs,
under the blankets, and inside my cabinets.
I find eggs everywhere;
you’ll see them in the shadows of my lampshade,
stacked in the illuminated lack of light.

I find eggs everywhere;
and suddenly
they were packed up in my gift cartons,
and i was suddenly grinning over
the collection of produce
that brought me down.
I knocked on her door with my skinny arms,
with her present near my chest.
It was raining
when she answered,
and there i was
staring at the beautiful chickens on her shoulders
and the feathers littering her hallway.

She looks down and giggles
at my sparkly and ribbon declorated box
as her birds coo.
She asks “Who needs eggs?”
And I say she doesn’t need to worry
because they aren’t for her;
while i get lost in
her Saturn shaded eyes.
Jul 7 · 73
Train model
Foogle Jul 7
I enter her stomach
with my own tired legs,
and I whisper
to the heaving metal hisses beneath me;
as perhaps she only yearns to hear
a voice addressing her
in between the sardine packed
after hour rush.
A guiding noise
through the fluorescent lit cabin full of
colourful
hollow
people.

Perhaps she waits for
an
“I know your name.”

what if she was stripped away from her manufactured number?
And perhaps she wants to know the names of the places where she's been,
and where her life began.
Perhaps she wants to know the places she’ll go
before she ever goes there.
I harbour all the knowledge,
any yet lack the ability to speak her language.

I print a hand onto the smooth walls of her insides,
pressing my ears against her cool glass
to hear her constant ringing
and unstable heart.
She brings me along on
her predetermined journey,
and I watch as parasites filter in and out
of the gills
she cant control
Jul 6 · 78
Spotto
Foogle Jul 6
Right, left
You said you wouldn’t leave until you saw one, but now you’re crossing that empty road
Left, right
And I say goodbye, but every time a little bit of spirit leaves me
and so; i’m lingering
Right, left
Bark embedded on the sole of my leather shoes
Feet planted in place to search the long street
in search of the thing that
might make you run back to me
Left, right
i eye the path you disappear to
and hope you will glance back
with my same longing eyes
edited draft from 11/11/24
Jul 5 · 189
Bleed (true version)
Foogle Jul 5
You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
there is nothing left to say
when your love is as warming
as the chilling sleet falling on
our arms in the winter

i look to my left and
you are not there
i look to the places we were and
you are not there
i walk in places we’ve been and
you are not there
out of the drafts <3
Jul 5 · 71
Polished
Foogle Jul 5
Perhaps if my words
were as polished as flat circular stones;
and easily skippable across
the pristine and perfect still lake,
I could strangle them out
of my choking oesophagus
one by one with no mercy -
until my eyes were no longer strained red,
and my breathing was once again rhythmic.
My body could throw them up in the depths
and forever leave them
in my far peripheral vision
Jul 5 · 55
no money
Foogle Jul 5
You can jump into puddles,
get your uniform all wet,
and I'd giggle as I watch you

you could have no money
at the train station,
and still be full when you leave

i'd drain my pencil case,
down to my rubber shavings,
and hand them
with ***** and cold fingers
to the cashier,
to buy you sweet potato fries
Jun 20 · 82
Whale Fall
Foogle Jun 20
We were etched deep into settled sand,
waiting as slow marine snow rained upon us,
you and I stared up at the endless abyss with empty irises,
for who knew how long.

In autumn, a luminescent shadow descended upon us,
giant, overhead,
we eyed the beast, it’s magnificent beauty,
and suddenly, our two halves were met across the perfect body:
on the night of the whale fall.

Used to gnawing hunger; we shared,
******* from the same dead monster with empty stomachs,
I glimpsed you laughing, with shining blubber on your lips,
and there my heart was pierced silently with barnacle and shattered shell,
in the mystic forever darkness.

I implanted my hope and my roots into new rocks,
to view what I might see of our deepening story
- and in long nights I imagined you, swimming in light,
whilst I knew that in our deep black world
there could be no such thing.

I had hoped that you might stay to see our whale decay,
although you never did say
anything about her.

I scoured her sleek bare bones
where you picked at her husk with lazy teeth,
I found her secrets, and you grazed her surfaces;
silently eying brighter places.

I yearned for us to intertwine with her empty rib cage,
swaying in sync to the winds of the ocean,
yet the same breezes I danced to
only ever seemed to drift you down foreign currents.

I had hoped we might have love to tether us, but your wandering spirit
saw the faint moonlight of the shallows
and chased it,
unaware we were destined to stay
in this high pressure.

Once again, lying under slow falling marine snow,
I now wish we did not share
the same end;
as the mother whale
on the night of her whale fall.
Jun 4 · 376
Undo
Foogle Jun 4
I look at her in the mirror
she becomes me
her silent mess
undoing

i remember you pointing to me in the rain
my clothes slowly thinning see through
i was in awe
eyeing your form
outlined in the glittery crystals of water
i kept myself
oblivious to my roots in the opposite side of the long story
I was the silent thunderstorm
You were the invisible fire
May 30 · 110
Undeniably
Foogle May 30
We were destined to simmer out:
white smoke in the black night
you were undeniably; beautiful
lit up in orange afterglow

eating apples from each others lips
so gently and giggling

We were young silent silhouettes
un illuminated,
painted against the darkening blue sky
falling apart like the orange maples
we were the slow burn of autumn into winter
May 22 · 125
hold it
Foogle May 22
save your breath for the deep end
May 19 · 242
Bleed
Foogle May 19
You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
May 19 · 119
Butterfly
Foogle May 19
You were a butterfly in my winter
bright and beautiful
15/5/25
May 11 · 678
Anxiety
Foogle May 11
it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe
May 7 · 446
today bleeds yesterday
Foogle May 7
until your today
bleeds into your yesterday
there is no spark,
there is no connection.
there stands only the dry
and the tethering affliction:
we hold onto until
the day buries the night away.
Apr 26 · 102
Opposite Glory
Foogle Apr 26
melancholic mosquitos
pin my arms like dot points
as the sun descends to uncover
oblivion
reversely illuminated in all of its
opposite glory

melancholic children
ride in car backseats under bright streetlights
they try to hunt for
oblivion
reversely illuminated in all of its
opposite glory
Apr 24 · 189
Connotations
Foogle Apr 24
do you notice the connotations
everywhere on the plastered walls?
they’re silent and creeping like
eyes looming on a pendulum
Apr 18 · 91
Canyons
Foogle Apr 18
i search a lie for the silver lining
i pry the silver lining for perfection
i tackle the perfection with the deception
of the empty person
who is interlaced with the coercion
of the fear that made their power possible

for canyons cannot be crossed in the dark
without a beating heart scared enough to run across

i weave into lines to tackle them into oblivion
i eye onto waves and pierce them into obsidian

we shatter glass
for we are tired of making sense
Apr 18 · 228
mirage
Foogle Apr 18
our autumn fizzles                                               we're losing our mind
away into the winter                                            but in the sharp night
and the beckoning mirage                                   there it stands;
it begins to splinter                                               the subtle light
Apr 13 · 294
can you hear it?
Foogle Apr 13
"the freeway from here, can you hear it?"
              
                                                 ­             "...it sounds like an artificial river."
"its always on."
Apr 11 · 163
shape
Foogle Apr 11
“what’s your favourite shape?”
                            
                               “I don’t know, what’s the shape
                                               of you?”
something i think about
Apr 9 · 278
past
Foogle Apr 9
why does the past feel warm?

                         could it be an illusion of

my room temperature mind?
Apr 9 · 143
all directions
Foogle Apr 9
our bones are built from rainwater;

   i want to jump into a lake with you

until we drown in all directions

until we are returned to what we once were
Mar 19 · 234
12 Sides
Foogle Mar 19
mornings spent in muted hues; we are
yearning for an elusive past day

do the
orange of your new sunrises run as pretty as the
dear sunsets you saw by accident?
entwined in a single moment - the long
calls that bleed into ‘am’ time,
all of it; it all was seamless - we were
hearts beating as one.
every moment we had was a
deserted emotion -
ringing through. And sometimes I am
out feeling alone - but perhaps in the
night - we are together.
an acrostic
Mar 14 · 112
Wiser in other ways
Foogle Mar 14
the thought of other dimensions makes me
covered in blue for a second
paints me in slow motion
i can run; but they will run faster
they will know what i never did
we will both clash in the ways we are wiser
the one who stayed and the one who left
thinking of different paths untaken
Mar 12 · 108
Glass Box
Foogle Mar 12
it is to look into a glass box at people
When the glass box does not exist
It is hollow like the shell of
A crab who has long left,
Like the love of a
Love that has been since long loved
It is to wonder what bridges the vast canyon
From you alone to them laughing;
It is to ask and to become the buzzing question of
what is so wrong that we cannot do this?
(you)

It is to eye into a glass and
realise you do not know what should be there
It is like a wonder that has no
where to be and nowhere to go
like the awe of a new morning
that quickly vanishes with harsh night
It is to ask what must be causing headache
it is to ask what must be causing heartache
It is to question why to try in a land where
the only person you know is
(you)
Do you ever feel like you do not know what you are doing?
Mar 8 · 464
Pelican
Foogle Mar 8
Pristine waters along the new morning
Eating away at the shore’s lips
Licking the grains of sand that stray
Into the dark ocean
Crystals of colour floating in the sea
Aligning upon foamy waves
Never unmoving, forever free
Have you ever seen a pelican?
Mar 5 · 162
Abyss
Foogle Mar 5
dive into a broken mirror
a bright shattered abyss
deep blue and overwhelming
harsh cold and spiking ice

see a new body
erupted and splintered on the other side
strewn staggered lines free of all anger and demons
pure crying colour
crayoned against pure light
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