What is asking to come back to you?
32 responses
Lantern-light
Have I told you that I miss your voice?
How it fills the hollow chambers
of my ears with lantern-light.
I confess
I am smitten,
marked by your mouth,
pulled by the current of your hips.
Your voice, a siren upon black waters,
calls through the wreckage
of my weary, weathered soul,
where every broken thing in me
swims toward it.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
It had soared far, searching high and low,
To find the trust I abandoned long ago.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
The seed of trust it brought to me,
And planted it for the world to see.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
Now it grows, it’s yet to wilt,
And now I love, the flower is felt.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
coming back.
i miss you.
the heady scent of someone else
being dragged into my bed
to trust that my missing you is a phase
at least ur phones turned on now....
no more voicemails, just the hum of the dial tone
faded cedar
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
Timid, like a knock on a window, like
the wind, the near river's sigh.
The morning before yesterday's morning—
and even the evenings before that—
I
let it consume not as condemnation but
concentrated remembrance;
soft, soft hair, and
how many walnuts did you
have in your pocket?
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
the me I always meant to be
i let things get in the way
not believing
hoping those outside of me
would see my potential and appreciate it
and help me see
the me I was meant to be
golden orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
your gaze meets mine
from across the dance floor
a shy smile leaves your mouth
and i intercept it
giving you a slight nod back
as the song
"traitor"
plays
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
The woman my little self always wanted to be. She finally dares to peek outside my shell into the big world.
copper otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
Life happens in phases
A sinusoidal wave
Of troughs and crests
In between, a pause
And then a quiet rest
You can hear the silence
And the sound of music
Before you finally hear your own heartbeat
And the rhythm of it
All over again
drifting otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
the feeling of depression, the tea tea, the empty soul.
the feeling to cut and bleed for not reason.
to be sensitive and beg for attention in the quietist ways.
to starve and complain, not to feel anything but pain.
this feeling of depression, pain, and overwhelming sadness controls me and my soul like we are a puppet.
amber river
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
When I was five,
the first English word
and the longest one
I could spell
from memory
was strong.
I was so excited
I called my mother
at work.
I learned a few more words
But none of them
felt quite the same.
Now, decades later,
I find that feeling
returning
whenever scattered words
gather themselves
into poems
that reflect
versions of myself
I could never see
in the mirror.
:)
heavy lark
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
my golden eye
beats beyond measure
my heart is broken and pure
it calls for you
i answer the door
humble pond
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
What happens when the
one person you expected to
never come back
says hi like nothing has changed?
do I even want this?
faded pine
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
My mind spins
Memories come back
Remembered
After forgotten
Should've stayed forgotten
pain is remebered
totrure
GO AWAY
I say.
When it asked to come back
tender porch
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:04 PM UTC
Since the day you died,
I haven't missed you one bit.
You are everywhere I look,
Like a lost dog begging to come back home.
You did this to yourself,
Like an addict begging for more,
Running back to the needle.
You always make your way back to me.
Every single time that I get rid of you,
You are like the flu—
When I think you are finally gone,
You come back when I least expect it.
You set up that rope,
And you kicked the chair,
And you dared to have the nerve
To blame it on me.
amber atlas
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
Memories that illumine
where the mind’s gone dark
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
the need of feeling fulfilled
the burning of being loved
but also the warmth of pain
it’s ironic how things go.
sudden kettle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC
Creativity, the prodigal,
nudges the door open.
Meaning, the stray,
waits patiently behind.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
my full capacity to love this world
in which you breathe
to love the wind that moves the clouds over our heads
the sudden tale of bone and air colliding
with the unseen shape of you
to invent a second out of nothing
but our words
still pond
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
the dark spills over
a cup overflowing with scorching black coffee
I thought I'd escaped the stress
the depression
I'm afraid to love you
because I'll contaminate you with the dark
like the plague
the darkness spills over
open willow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
i feel the wind, reaching out
soft words drifting off the waves
through the hills
to where i ran to
the sea wants me back
the mountains detest
do i stay,
fulfill this spark inside
or go,
and let it burn out
for sand between my toes
little hands grasping mine
the wind hits my raw cheeks
this question is harsh
but ill look the other way
and save my sanity
quiet meadow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
the memories of people who dont deserve to be in my life anymore
they find their ways to seep into my life
they are not welcome
kindly hearth
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
My novella
My cascades of words
My love, I will come back for you
Tap my fingers on the thin keyboard
Create you like my child
Pour my soul into your growth.
But time is short.
I will come back for you when I can
I promise to finish writing you,
To let the world see you,
Like you always wanted.
All I want is the best for you,
So I will wait
Until I can write at my best.
Just know, my love,
I haven’t stopped thinking about
Your unwritten pages ❤️
salted garden
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
I miss my passion.
I left it behind, so im to blame.
but what about the time I had
the time to change my ways
but never did.
I never did anything
golden cedar
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
nothing
my caress will never be enough
my words can never seem to fulfill
i will always fall short
but if it were up to me
i wish you would come back
restless ember
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
Thoughts flow through my mind on rails,
forwards or backwards?
The smallest nudge sends a "what if?" careening into the unknown future,
forwards or backwards?
A fleeting sensation slides my mind back to a curtain-drawn past,
forwards or backwards?
Calling me back is the present,
not thinking in days & weeks,
or forward & backwards,
just in tiny temporal timeslots,
the present.
tiny ivy
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
Lantern-light
Have I told you that I miss your voice?
How it fills the hollow chambers
of my ears with lantern-light.
I confess
I am smitten,
marked by your mouth,
pulled by the current of your hips.
Your voice, a siren upon black waters,
calls through the wreckage
of my weary, weathered soul,
where every broken thing in me
swims toward it.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
coming back.
i miss you.
the heady scent of someone else
being dragged into my bed
to trust that my missing you is a phase
at least ur phones turned on now....
no more voicemails, just the hum of the dial tone
faded cedar
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
the me I always meant to be
i let things get in the way
not believing
hoping those outside of me
would see my potential and appreciate it
and help me see
the me I was meant to be
golden orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
The woman my little self always wanted to be. She finally dares to peek outside my shell into the big world.
copper otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
the feeling of depression, the tea tea, the empty soul.
the feeling to cut and bleed for not reason.
to be sensitive and beg for attention in the quietist ways.
to starve and complain, not to feel anything but pain.
this feeling of depression, pain, and overwhelming sadness controls me and my soul like we are a puppet.
amber river
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
my golden eye
beats beyond measure
my heart is broken and pure
it calls for you
i answer the door
humble pond
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
My mind spins
Memories come back
Remembered
After forgotten
Should've stayed forgotten
pain is remebered
totrure
GO AWAY
I say.
When it asked to come back
tender porch
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:04 PM UTC
Memories that illumine
where the mind’s gone dark
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
Creativity, the prodigal,
nudges the door open.
Meaning, the stray,
waits patiently behind.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
the dark spills over
a cup overflowing with scorching black coffee
I thought I'd escaped the stress
the depression
I'm afraid to love you
because I'll contaminate you with the dark
like the plague
the darkness spills over
open willow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
the memories of people who dont deserve to be in my life anymore
they find their ways to seep into my life
they are not welcome
kindly hearth
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
I miss my passion.
I left it behind, so im to blame.
but what about the time I had
the time to change my ways
but never did.
I never did anything
golden cedar
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
Thoughts flow through my mind on rails,
forwards or backwards?
The smallest nudge sends a "what if?" careening into the unknown future,
forwards or backwards?
A fleeting sensation slides my mind back to a curtain-drawn past,
forwards or backwards?
Calling me back is the present,
not thinking in days & weeks,
or forward & backwards,
just in tiny temporal timeslots,
the present.
tiny ivy
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
It had soared far, searching high and low,
To find the trust I abandoned long ago.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
The seed of trust it brought to me,
And planted it for the world to see.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
Now it grows, it’s yet to wilt,
And now I love, the flower is felt.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
Timid, like a knock on a window, like
the wind, the near river's sigh.
The morning before yesterday's morning—
and even the evenings before that—
I
let it consume not as condemnation but
concentrated remembrance;
soft, soft hair, and
how many walnuts did you
have in your pocket?
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
your gaze meets mine
from across the dance floor
a shy smile leaves your mouth
and i intercept it
giving you a slight nod back
as the song
"traitor"
plays
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Life happens in phases
A sinusoidal wave
Of troughs and crests
In between, a pause
And then a quiet rest
You can hear the silence
And the sound of music
Before you finally hear your own heartbeat
And the rhythm of it
All over again
drifting otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
When I was five,
the first English word
and the longest one
I could spell
from memory
was strong.
I was so excited
I called my mother
at work.
I learned a few more words
But none of them
felt quite the same.
Now, decades later,
I find that feeling
returning
whenever scattered words
gather themselves
into poems
that reflect
versions of myself
I could never see
in the mirror.
:)
heavy lark
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
What happens when the
one person you expected to
never come back
says hi like nothing has changed?
do I even want this?
faded pine
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
Since the day you died,
I haven't missed you one bit.
You are everywhere I look,
Like a lost dog begging to come back home.
You did this to yourself,
Like an addict begging for more,
Running back to the needle.
You always make your way back to me.
Every single time that I get rid of you,
You are like the flu—
When I think you are finally gone,
You come back when I least expect it.
You set up that rope,
And you kicked the chair,
And you dared to have the nerve
To blame it on me.
amber atlas
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
the need of feeling fulfilled
the burning of being loved
but also the warmth of pain
it’s ironic how things go.
sudden kettle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC
my full capacity to love this world
in which you breathe
to love the wind that moves the clouds over our heads
the sudden tale of bone and air colliding
with the unseen shape of you
to invent a second out of nothing
but our words
still pond
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
i feel the wind, reaching out
soft words drifting off the waves
through the hills
to where i ran to
the sea wants me back
the mountains detest
do i stay,
fulfill this spark inside
or go,
and let it burn out
for sand between my toes
little hands grasping mine
the wind hits my raw cheeks
this question is harsh
but ill look the other way
and save my sanity
quiet meadow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
My novella
My cascades of words
My love, I will come back for you
Tap my fingers on the thin keyboard
Create you like my child
Pour my soul into your growth.
But time is short.
I will come back for you when I can
I promise to finish writing you,
To let the world see you,
Like you always wanted.
All I want is the best for you,
So I will wait
Until I can write at my best.
Just know, my love,
I haven’t stopped thinking about
Your unwritten pages ❤️
salted garden
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
nothing
my caress will never be enough
my words can never seem to fulfill
i will always fall short
but if it were up to me
i wish you would come back
restless ember
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC
Lantern-light
Have I told you that I miss your voice?
How it fills the hollow chambers
of my ears with lantern-light.
I confess
I am smitten,
marked by your mouth,
pulled by the current of your hips.
Your voice, a siren upon black waters,
calls through the wreckage
of my weary, weathered soul,
where every broken thing in me
swims toward it.
hushed thistle
3h ago
Jun 5, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
Timid, like a knock on a window, like
the wind, the near river's sigh.
The morning before yesterday's morning—
and even the evenings before that—
I
let it consume not as condemnation but
concentrated remembrance;
soft, soft hair, and
how many walnuts did you
have in your pocket?
brave fox
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 3:59 AM UTC
The woman my little self always wanted to be. She finally dares to peek outside my shell into the big world.
copper otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:07 AM UTC
When I was five,
the first English word
and the longest one
I could spell
from memory
was strong.
I was so excited
I called my mother
at work.
I learned a few more words
But none of them
felt quite the same.
Now, decades later,
I find that feeling
returning
whenever scattered words
gather themselves
into poems
that reflect
versions of myself
I could never see
in the mirror.
:)
heavy lark
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:35 AM UTC
My mind spins
Memories come back
Remembered
After forgotten
Should've stayed forgotten
pain is remebered
totrure
GO AWAY
I say.
When it asked to come back
tender porch
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:04 PM UTC
the need of feeling fulfilled
the burning of being loved
but also the warmth of pain
it’s ironic how things go.
sudden kettle
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:03 PM UTC
the dark spills over
a cup overflowing with scorching black coffee
I thought I'd escaped the stress
the depression
I'm afraid to love you
because I'll contaminate you with the dark
like the plague
the darkness spills over
open willow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
My novella
My cascades of words
My love, I will come back for you
Tap my fingers on the thin keyboard
Create you like my child
Pour my soul into your growth.
But time is short.
I will come back for you when I can
I promise to finish writing you,
To let the world see you,
Like you always wanted.
All I want is the best for you,
So I will wait
Until I can write at my best.
Just know, my love,
I haven’t stopped thinking about
Your unwritten pages ❤️
salted garden
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
Thoughts flow through my mind on rails,
forwards or backwards?
The smallest nudge sends a "what if?" careening into the unknown future,
forwards or backwards?
A fleeting sensation slides my mind back to a curtain-drawn past,
forwards or backwards?
Calling me back is the present,
not thinking in days & weeks,
or forward & backwards,
just in tiny temporal timeslots,
the present.
tiny ivy
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
It had soared far, searching high and low,
To find the trust I abandoned long ago.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
The seed of trust it brought to me,
And planted it for the world to see.
The bird of hope, a tricky thing,
Has now again made use of its wings.
Now it grows, it’s yet to wilt,
And now I love, the flower is felt.
weathered ferry
1d ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 12:34 AM UTC
the me I always meant to be
i let things get in the way
not believing
hoping those outside of me
would see my potential and appreciate it
and help me see
the me I was meant to be
golden orchard
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
Life happens in phases
A sinusoidal wave
Of troughs and crests
In between, a pause
And then a quiet rest
You can hear the silence
And the sound of music
Before you finally hear your own heartbeat
And the rhythm of it
All over again
drifting otter
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 6:47 AM UTC
my golden eye
beats beyond measure
my heart is broken and pure
it calls for you
i answer the door
humble pond
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:27 PM UTC
Since the day you died,
I haven't missed you one bit.
You are everywhere I look,
Like a lost dog begging to come back home.
You did this to yourself,
Like an addict begging for more,
Running back to the needle.
You always make your way back to me.
Every single time that I get rid of you,
You are like the flu—
When I think you are finally gone,
You come back when I least expect it.
You set up that rope,
And you kicked the chair,
And you dared to have the nerve
To blame it on me.
amber atlas
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
Creativity, the prodigal,
nudges the door open.
Meaning, the stray,
waits patiently behind.
amber fern
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
i feel the wind, reaching out
soft words drifting off the waves
through the hills
to where i ran to
the sea wants me back
the mountains detest
do i stay,
fulfill this spark inside
or go,
and let it burn out
for sand between my toes
little hands grasping mine
the wind hits my raw cheeks
this question is harsh
but ill look the other way
and save my sanity
quiet meadow
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
I miss my passion.
I left it behind, so im to blame.
but what about the time I had
the time to change my ways
but never did.
I never did anything
golden cedar
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC
coming back.
i miss you.
the heady scent of someone else
being dragged into my bed
to trust that my missing you is a phase
at least ur phones turned on now....
no more voicemails, just the hum of the dial tone
faded cedar
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
your gaze meets mine
from across the dance floor
a shy smile leaves your mouth
and i intercept it
giving you a slight nod back
as the song
"traitor"
plays
kindly lantern
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
the feeling of depression, the tea tea, the empty soul.
the feeling to cut and bleed for not reason.
to be sensitive and beg for attention in the quietist ways.
to starve and complain, not to feel anything but pain.
this feeling of depression, pain, and overwhelming sadness controls me and my soul like we are a puppet.
amber river
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
What happens when the
one person you expected to
never come back
says hi like nothing has changed?
do I even want this?
faded pine
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
Memories that illumine
where the mind’s gone dark
golden reed
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
my full capacity to love this world
in which you breathe
to love the wind that moves the clouds over our heads
the sudden tale of bone and air colliding
with the unseen shape of you
to invent a second out of nothing
but our words
still pond
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
the memories of people who dont deserve to be in my life anymore
they find their ways to seep into my life
they are not welcome
kindly hearth
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
nothing
my caress will never be enough
my words can never seem to fulfill
i will always fall short
but if it were up to me
i wish you would come back
restless ember
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 8:56 AM UTC