#3
Someone once told me
that they believe in old love blossoming into new beginnings
At my most optimistic,
I believe, too.
I see you in my dreams
they show me glimpses;
the past, our future, and some present wonderings I can't bear to indulge
while awake.
I can't stand the thought of this being the last of us.
I love you so,
always have.
Our love once a young and beautiful bud,
it's growth stopped short.
We never got the chance to be
just those two people we were
sharing whispers by the sea.
Perhaps, I will be more optimistic.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
hey!
you
there
in the dark
come into the light
i cannot see you
is that you
baring your teeth at me
or are you grinning
at my
unknowingness
that's it
don't be shy
it's just the glare
cascading off the reflection
of the wading pool
shining back
at you
at me
at us
together
in this
darkness
but
if we come into the light
we can dance
ripple the water
& change the tide
until it
no longer knows
where you begin
& i end
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
You know me so well,
You knew everything that I like,
You knew I love sunflowers,
You planted me many rows.
You figured I like books,
You wrote me many books,
You recognized I enjoy music,
You sang me songs till I cried.
You make me feel happy,
You don’t have to try,
You knew… or do you not?
I love you too.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
meat meets mirror
±++++±+++++++++++++++++++±±±
I.
the sky
— stopped
—— being a distance.
it became
— a surface.
II.
the sky silvered,
— then sharpened,
—— folding toward the center
——— until the horizon
———— was a seam.
the sun multiplied,
— reflected
—— off the walls of a proton
——— unspooled
———— into a ceiling.
we are inside the glass.
III.
the floating eyes
— did not move.
—— space moved
——— through them.
they rotated
— on axes
—— without names,
——— passing through cities
———— no care for what bends.
one moment, a skyscraper is solid.
— the next,
—— the intelligence
——— winks.
IV.
the universe
— folds.
—— collapsing floors,
——— pressing us
———— into wallpaper.
the predator
— is the distance
—— between stars—
it curves around you
— an inverted light cone,
—— swallowing before
——— to feed after.
the warheads detonate
— into nothing that matters.
—— the intelligence
——— has already moved.
V.
the mirrors closed.
— the eyes
—— rotated away.
time, folded back,
— saw us solid
—— then optional.
———————— the walls
———————————— are not
———————————————— to name.
————————————————————— no
——————————————————————— width
————————————————————————— left.
— DG
---
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 7:35 AM UTC
When you follow the sun,
Your problems seem to run away.
The light burns their existence away.
But it burns away everything else too.
It's always easy to follow the sun.
She guides a path to follow,
And oh so clearly too.
It's a shame not to conform to her.
She makes the way seem so vivid.
Though the sides of the road seem dull.
As your front becomes brighter,
Your sides will become monotone.
Soon enough, her flowers will nail you down,
And you'll hear what's outside her light.
So be careful following your sun,
Because you might end up stuck with her.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
4000 miles away
6 hour difference
oceans apart
but souls intertwined
and hearts beating in sync
4000 miles away
different accents
different friends
but words interlocking
and emails repeating
4000 miles away
lesson one
or last period
always messaging
always loving
4000 miles away
but never ending
smiles and tears
kisses or virtual hugs
4000 miles away
how i long to see her smile
and long to make her laugh
and yet never giving up
and always loving
4000 miles away
and still my best friend
no matter what
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 4:54 PM UTC
What is a poet?
If you do not write yourself,
How can you know it?
Well-stocked is the shelf
Of available writings-
There’s abundant wealth:
Too many tidings
Of thought to have read them all,
Not enough sightings
Can ever befall
The words of an amateur,
Whose works truly call
Out in overture;
Portals to the poet’s head.
The works start to blur,
Begging to be read.
Poets, like petrified wood,
Will never lie dead:
From beyond Time’s hood,
Their words are immortalized;
In death, understood.
A poet carves their soul in what they write,
So that even dead, they can take up the fight.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
when I'm with you
there's nothing on my mind
restless nights
no sleep in sight
this isn't right
you were supposed to be the love of my life
oh wait you are
it was only one missed call
the way the rhythm flowed
made it so hard to go
your arms feel like home
when I feel as if I have no place in the world
I know i'll always be your girl
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
Standing tall from the dust,
I put my trust in the one above.
I don’t listen to the ones that judge.
But if they’re not judging me, I’m doing something wrong.
What’s wrong with me being alone if I’m just healing myself?
Spent so much time fixating, the cadence isn’t good for my health.
Just like a rose, I’m still going to grow when things get hard.
From the dust up - no limit.
And thus, it’s just abundance.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
for bullet – cookie, who enjoy a good bullet
~~~|
MLK (1) thought that the American dream required
“a tough mind and a tender heart.”
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Can't improve on that
Much.
Willing to give it a try, tho,
<>
One without the other
Will corrupt (has?) us,
fatally,
as in fatality,
Killing the
American Dream
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
Three poems fell out of me
and no one is more surprised
than me
where and were
they came from,
they always inside of me,
waiting for a releasing, will they
exist for ever, like a defined invisible
but very much there, star of the night sky?
are you an an astronomer studying me?
Yay! tell me all you see,
what you perceive,
this is us all very exciting,
and this excitement is now my face,
your first glimpse of my noun,
my human presence dotted on
the sea, this sea, that I have never
sean, for you cannot sea your
reflection
in bodies of
salt water
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 7:03 AM UTC
compulsively drip and run
down my fingers and into my mouth
someone please
count my fingers
and toes
lord knows, one may
be missing
if they are covered in chocolaty
brown gold
chocoholic, is my Hall of fame
covered in chocolate is my
sugar brown dream
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 12:59 PM UTC
Gods right
Gods path
Gods plan
God ****
God an man
God said
Gods great
God the father
Gods son
God on earth
God the creation
Gods reconciliation
Gods confession
God be the witness
God the business
God willing
God knowing
Gods all
Gods king
Gods me
God be
God shows
Gods seen
God the righteous
God the almighty
God Z
Gods Creed
God commanding
Godly voice
Godly vision
Godly reasons
Pray to God
Dear Lord
Forgive my sins
God your word is bond
God i believe in you
God hear me grieve
God you make me send
The End AMEN
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
Do as you might, you
Cannot sully the beauty
For me; you'll add some.
Oct 16, 2023
Oct 16, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
Say what you mean
Not what others say and think
Think very carefully before you regret what comes out of your mouth
Quiet and silence sends powerful messages very well
There are many hellos and goodbyes in life
Dreams and fairytales come true and with that come troubles
You revisit what works
You cast aside people when the friendship expiration date can't be renewed
You will know the ones to hold on to because they will always be there and vice versa
Just turn around
Be open to new friendships but learn from the past
Choose wisely before they choose you
Letting go and moving forward is not a cliche
You can't stay in neutral or in the past
That is just the way it is
You will find your way
C@rainbowchaser 2023
Mar 6, 2023
Mar 6, 2023 at 7:53 AM UTC
oh, to be gentle
oh, to be gentle
oh, to be gentle
Nov 12, 2022
Nov 12, 2022 at 5:24 PM UTC
Place To Be
The best place to be right now
Is not in Europe over Russia's issues
A ****** off nation with 7,500 nukes
Of different types and classes
As set ready to use on Putin's order
Ukraine started it after NATO grew
Right up to Russia's borders
Now they want to turn back the clock
1997 when Russia wasn't threatened
This isn't possible so they all
Sleepwalk to Armageddon
This year or the next
It's coming soon...
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 4:24 PM UTC
A normal night arises,
we take comfort with one another as we have in many past connections.
You reach for me I oblige.
My body yearning for its pleasure,
a silent request for more than traditional
I grasp you with a deep ****** of my body.
Pulling my leg up resting it on your left shoulder I
slowly pull your lips to mine.
Dropping my right leg connecting our bodies,
our toes gently touch.
I can feel your smile, as our bodies naturally take their own course
gripping together.
Your body heated your rhythm climbing
I pull away just enough to include your hand allowing you to feel me as your manhood penetrants.
Guiding you gripping you with nothing more than my lady.
I plead for you to lay deeper
allowing you to experience my true pleasure
Your one finger touching gently my lady's grip tightens
our stare
opening up as you experience my ****** control.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 11:37 AM UTC
I don't know much
except that when they call me "darling"
it feels like a warm blanket
And when their hands are in my hair
or scraping the back of my neck
so light it makes me shiver,
i think for the first time in too long
that i could die happy
I know that i want to spend my days laying with them,
laughing, teasing, but always
coming back to "i love you";
my nights holding on
sending one last text
before a sleep that gets me closer to seeing them again
I don't know much.
But I've already gone through a lot
and loving them is one of the only things
that i want to keep going through,
until i know them
and only them.
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
_I knew it all would never be the same
When times made us go with change
The feelings and situations that came._
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
i've lived with you all my life
you've been there through the laughter and the heartache and the tears
you were always physically there
but never emotionally
i am your daughter through blood, but not through love
i never had the comfort of being close to you
you were always just my mother
hearing other people talking about their relationships with their moms hurts
bc i've never had that
always disappointed for my mistakes and never praise for my achievements
you were always too busy to talk
too preoccupied with my other siblings to listen
too tired to comfort me in my time of need
i've always had a mother, but i've never had a mom
you are so checked out of my life that you cant hear my cries for help
but its just a normal teenager thing, right?
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
I can’t help but smile when she enters a room
Beautiful hazel eyes that hold memories that will never go stale,
soft curls that dance with the breeze,
a smile so warm that it melts me into nothing more than my tender heart,
high cheekbones smattered with constellations
She is endless possibilities and the flame of adventure
Brilliance, spoken with a voice that not even the gods could hope to have
Her love is the lick of a flame over your skin that never burns
It’s the laughter of Icarus as he fell,
relishing in the scalding wax dripping down his spine and tang of sea spray
It’s the taste of herbal tea with a dollop of lavender honey on an autumn evening
There’s nothing quite like it,
overwhelming in the best of ways,
a taste of what it means to live instead of survive
It is an understatement to simply say that I adore her,
it is so much more than that
I don’t think that the word to describe it’s depth has been invented yet
She’s taught me of a love that is incomprehensible to the unacquainted mind
She embodies life
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 5:44 AM UTC