Daniel Irwin Tucker

Jan 22

South by Southwest

An ill-built wall
of stone and brick words poorly joined , not motared but plastered with white wash and held together by precarious tension .

Jan 21

Tequilla

Looking For Love

I’m tired of swiping, tired of staring
at faces I’ll never touch.
The world feels like a crowded room,
but nobody’s looking my way.

They say love’s a battlefield,
but I’m unarmed, bare hands,
a heart too soft to fight.
And yet I keep stepping in,
waiting for a glance, a spark,
someone to call my name like it’s theirs.

I don’t want roses,
don’t need sweet words dripping with lies.
Give me the mess,
the bruises, the fire that burns
when two souls collide too fast.
I’ll take it raw,
no filters, no edits,
just truth.

Is it too much to ask
for someone to stay,
to look at me like I’m the only star
in their dark sky?
Or am I just searching
for something that was never
meant to be found?

what should I do to improve my writting?

Daniel Irwin Tucker Jan 21

Blinded By Light--Blinded By Night

We usually say "step into the light"
when there's nothing but night
but do we say "step into the night"
when the light is so bright that it
not only blinds but burns out our eyes?

When extremist's play their games
to blind our sensitive eyes
it doesn't matter if they're
using darkness or light

It's all the same if you're snowblind
or just left alone in the dark
whether it's viral or bacterial
it's still an infection

Feeling our way in the heavy black
air – too thick to breathe
fumbling around in the light
gray
air -- too thin to breathe

Caught in the loop of groping
the walls of our minds
in twilight
struggling to refocus in moonlight
then so exhausted by daybreak
that we sleep it all off until dusk

Too much darkness
Too much light
Too much cold
Too much heat
Too much pleasure
Too much pain
Too much sunshine
Too much rain
You can have too little
or too much of anything.

#blinded #darkness #light #night #twilight #vision #balance #extremists #pleasure #pain

Jan 18

Emma

Attachment issues

Surgically precise,
the wound splits open, spilling infinity—
a sea without shores,
a secret tide drawn to you,
even as you slip into shadows,
even as you hide.

No guilt here.
This love is raw,
tender and savage,
marking its place like an animal,
teeth bared, claws carving
territory into flesh.

It’s a secret affair,
a slow destruction.
The unknown swallows us whole,
pulls us under where Adonis waits—
child of adultery,
questioning the myths
that made him beautiful
and broken.

She wore an agate gaze, flawless,
dreaming in shades of gold,
feathered wings brushing her
like promises too soft to believe.
He shaped her,
molding her chaos into quiet flame.

Hesitations—
lost in the echoes,
identity adrift like smoke.
We halt, we fold inward,
bruised and aching,
carrying our scars
like riddles in the dark.

Always,
a kiss goodbye,
a whisper that lingers,
a fleeting touch of the divine
before it’s gone.

Woke up so I'll, definitely resting all weekend. Keep safe and warm ❤️