#both
What is old?
What is new?
Who am I?
Who are you?
Old is former
New is latter,
I am me
You are you,
I couldn't define it,
If only i knew
Me or you,
Old or new
This is our identity,
How could I know?
One is old,
One is new
How is this authentic?
How is this real?
We are both,
Old and new.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
When I see the face of my maker here
I’ve never seen a more beautiful thing
My maker is not God nor is it fear
Fear is just the outcome and the offspring
So far gone are the values of our men
Fighting in the names of Gods expired
Crying for the right to love so long dead
On shaking ground but argued required
You’ll see the face of your maker and weep
When recognized by your own scarring heart
If eyes open to spot that bloodied creep
A maker’s face may close both from the start
Your matching face can only seem to choose
Decide if he’s the maker or are you
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC
Time is a funny thing
We miss the past
And dream of the future
While paying little mind to a today
That is the dream we will later miss
©2024
Aug 5, 2024
Aug 5, 2024 at 9:37 PM UTC
Do we think first or feel?
Think!
UNSUPPORTED
first
we Feel
and that is itself an act
then
we think
and that is a react
To THINK
is a react to an act:
To FEEL
Oct 29, 2021
Oct 29, 2021 at 7:09 PM UTC
what if I have a little too much Bacardi
and I am stumbling around the party
would you take care of me or use me
would you pull my hair back as I spew out my regrets
watch me undress, caress my silhouette
don’t neglect, blow me like a cigarette
knew since we first met, you rev me up like a corvette
what's next, what's next
every since you step into my life its been just blessed
I confess it's been stressful trying to get a handle
or a grip on you and your fit is so cool
you make me want you, so smooth
you want me to want to do things I don’t usually do
give up the flower as you f*ck me in the shower
never thought I would be like this, you are my weakness
smiling during the fall of the tower
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
هر دو بی فرزند هستیم (متفاوت)/we are both childless, differently
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*let us not ask each other or god
the why, just how life worked out
and maybe by a choice unconfessed*
~
yet we both lie.
~
you possess thousands of offspring,
tend to their every need, breast feed
them water, special nutrients, stroking
their leaves, worry about their viruses,
you, dying just, a little, when, one rooted
looks up and says, “I am dying mother,
thank you for your love.”
~
my ***** produced two men,
each now, differentially,
lost, lost to me, and daily
privately, in word and wet,
weep my losses, for what
is a man who had children,
but goes down into his grave
gray haired, with none in
attendance to refill the soil
that his grave grayed body
requires to
hide his wasted,
childless
life.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC
She was neve going to be in white,
neutrality was never
going to be her hue.
She was telling the world a message..
Her gown, was onyx silk woven
like Cinderella had told the
arachnids to create beauty in the night
unbridled
it fell entrapping on any who gazed
upon its woven radiance.
She walked down the isle and with each step,
at least five were captivated
in the webbing of her beauty,
walking beyond there view.
All entombed within the elegance
that captured them.
She was the spider weaving a web of beauty
that captured every eye.
And the man was her prey, he smiled
lost in the moment of her captivation.
I do, I do, and both were entangled
within the
eyes of each.
This moment was silk ropes tied to each others
wrists,
and now they'll weave them every step
they collect together.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
"He's either a madman or a poet."
"Can't I be both?"
"You already are."
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 8:39 AM UTC
Ah - the weekend!
Time to open my emotional closet,
Have a good rummage around,
And find something we both can wear.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 5:44 PM UTC
When can I feel like the victim
And only the victim
I can't be a victim and victimzer
At the same time
It sends me into a spiral
Of only accepting what you say
Is the truth
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC
Both of us were silent,
But our eyes were still speaking.
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
Woeful of the memories,
was I to blame!
Could I have changed that moment?
When he walked out of our timeline.
Altered futures of what would have been
happy moments.
But he was vacant like a parked car paying
for a spot never ever filled.
Still we waited on the clock before the pennies
ran out and then...
Tickets of denial, that he was there for us..
he threw pennies at the lap of our mother.
She cried inside ever strong...
We were young of innocence, thinking he was
there for us. But she was the guild that
caressed every fall,
every awkward question.
Denial was a strong venture for boys,
that thought the sun shone brightly.
In reality it was like the northern hemisphere
frozen for a time then thawed.
In reality, there was an absence of reconciliation.
daydreaming of perfection.
never realising...
That one took the personification of both.
And we gazed upon her as a not worthy.
But she brought us up in the wordless motion,
of abandonment, not wanting us to see the reality..
That our Dad was as worthless as the pennies he
threw in discord,
thinking that the copper
stepping stones were of worth to feed and put cloth on us.
She was the one that played the part of both.
gone is her words of wisdom..
But still her learning lives on..
We love you mother & Dad..
But realistically she was both, and when she passed..
She wasn't a loss of a singular person but
one that filled the footsteps of both..
Mum we miss you... every one that wasn't filled
not one footstep,
but one that filled both.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
Lovely
Crashing
Colliding
Off the rails and
Into the water
The black
Those depths
Known too well
For such young lungs
Sinking to swim
Kicking
Thrashing
Brought to the surface
By a balloon
You never saw that before
Red and love
Don't rise too high
You aren't a bird
You're a trainwreck
Dying to live
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
i wish you messed with me
and not my mind
but at least you ***** something of mine
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
Both of those two
That day brawled
Sworn about the tolls
"Reincarnation,
We both shall be boys next life!"
For then they could combat
And he,finally could hit 'she'
Who then be he
Pleased ,said she: I shall reciprocate thee
Laughed at it
Both rolled giggling arms in arms
Or heads on the beseated knees
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC