#cannot
gaining traction
the Human race
rejects evil-
moves ever closer
to loves consummation.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:06 AM UTC
wrapping around my neck,
a cuff smothering down everything
going in and out,
shutting down my pleas.
and as i gasp
or try for intakes
or just starve for air,
the more pleased the cuff becomes.
soon enough i'm holding on
to whatever portion of my throat
i have left to myself,
perhaps in hope of opening
a tear for just anything of air.
"just breathe"
the cuff is one to taunt.
"if i'm hindering your breath,
just breathe.."
"i can't—"
"even though i will hold
so tight you can only
hope or wish or dream for air,
just breathe."
"i can't."
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC
man , this poem is just too hard to write;
I’ll finish it by simply stating, the mistakes
you make, if you don’t treat the infection ASAP,
it’s likely that they’ll need to take out of your chest,
the heart parts that are so clogged, they’re just, useless <nml>
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
can’t know enough to judge
can’t care enough to tear down
just living my life
without or without you around
can’t compare you to them
can’t over share about my dread
just laying my feelings out
don’t want to sink
just have to swim
there’s nothing keeping me afloat
i paint in crimson and tears
i understand healing isn’t linear
i am outgrowing adolescent fears
i understand growth isn’t singular
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
*study
*your defined mounds and dipping hips,,
lips and heated soles, to ascertain that
your mine willingly, you're alive, still mine,
to have and hold,
not to be me, a left~behind*
*for
you in and ex,
hale~hail me not,
you chest. convex nor concave,
if it gives, lives, moves, my eyes,
mine wetted eyes cannot discern,
and the precious stillness I do so adore
cherish,
contaminated by
notions of you having perished*
+
*it,
is wished hard away,
wished hard it may disappear,
a sigh. a groan, a puzzling moan, anything
even a sudden dreaming scream,
to confirm that our heat still can be all merged,
so that your light sleeper schema cannot be
touched and thus defeated,
so I write an only love poem,
and sign it with tears
of a cursed quiet streaming,
clouded, most unliterary, but
always
with a super silent adoration, of, for*
she,
who cannot be disturbed
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
Truly.........
the charisma
beguiles and challenges them
truly the sublime force is too irresistible
in attraction and confusion they fake faux condemnation
and in awe the artificialities of superficiality offers sanguine solace
as dim counterfeit pundits give counterfeit commentaries
for who dares say this is one like no other
when to be real is a crime per se
wow! that charisma
truly..........
Truly..........
his charisma
exceedingly shades all others
no one and nothing compares we know
God threw the mould away after making him
cry me a river and build that bridge over troubled waters
for a David walks head and shoulder above most
in truth we see his light but lie we must
when passion voltage overwhelms
its ebb is the afterglow
we live to die
truly.........
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
cannot sleep
cannot escape
the dreams i have
is keeping me awake
what was
might not always be
what is
never enough to set me free
what more
do i have to see?
after all that's said and done
back to the same spot
have i always been wrong?
at least let me breathe
reset life reset me
but not the same ****
over and over again
Jun 11, 2021
Jun 11, 2021 at 6:49 AM UTC
What if I told you that happiness is a lie,
That love you think you have is swimming by,
Letting you know
You will never know how.
Emptiness is what surround us,
Don't let it get to you,
Don't let it get to you.
And if so, never lose that „you“.
Don't let the loneliness get the worst of you too.
I wish I could just walk away,
From the lies and dreams I've had about you.
I've imagined you as an innocent pure clay,
Who had no clue, no clue.
It's hard to admit it's here again,
the unexpected rain through my vein,
But it's the very same
Just with a different name.
I wish I would be strong enough,
To stand up and be myself,
Stay away from when it's rough,
Enjoy the time when you are not around.
I thought it's not possible.
Not possible to find someone, who could handle me,
So on the edge and yet, still so shallow.
I might be someone who sees a meadow
From a shadow.
They think when it's not visible
It's allright.
Then why I feel like
It's getting worse, more like.
The more they do not see
Becomes painful just to be.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 10:36 AM UTC
-Can I talk about it?
~Can you?
-I cannot.
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
I cannot give anymore
With the words in my brain
That call me insane
That makes me feel pain
Something I can not explain
I cannot give anymore
My heart is too big
But that’s not enough
My mind is too sick
Alone that is rough
My lungs that hold air
Are hard to compare
To make me aware
That I am still there
They say you are useful
When you are around
Filling their needs
Even when you are drowned
With water in lungs
Your heart on your sleeve
Tears that leave stains
You mind locked in chains
I cannot give anymore
And though my light is dim
And my life seems grim
A breath of fresh air
A break from despair
Where things seem calm
Time ticks like a bomb
I remember a day
A reason to stay
I cannot give anymore
A light that was dim
Shot off on a whim
Filling with light
Starting a fight
My lungs fill with air
My brain starts to care
Winning the war
I know I can say
I can give more
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
in these days of sheltering on the isle-of-isolactation,
a place amazingly located just ‘bout everywhere,
staying occupado is muy importanto
taught myself Latvian, can identify a thousand Avian,
can vacuum the house in ten minutes flat,
can count my steps mentally walking from the bed
to the kitchen and on the way back again, detour via the den
when I get really bored, sneak away to grab the laundry
from the dryer, I’m on fire, desirous of my sanity, fold them twice,
so they’ll be enough nice to meet her exacting standards,
going directly into her highest level, Type A, storage drawers
but hit a snag, on certain articles of activewear, not to mention
you know, the unmentionables, which don’t present corners or angles
to lend novice folders directional cues, cannot even determine
which is inside out, or outside out, with too many bedeviling straps
too proud to ask for directions, after all I am a grown man,
checked youtube buddy, they had no clue, unless it was a tutorial
on how to remove them bodices from them body, which I will,
study later...but I winged it except for those couple of items
which I hid under her too many bed pillows!
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
I Cannot Remember My Mother
by Rabindranath Tagore
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I cannot remember my mother,
yet sometimes in the middle of my playing
a melody seemed to hover over my playthings:
some forgotten tune she loved to sing
while rocking my cradle.
I cannot remember my mother,
yet sometimes on an early autumn morning
the smell of the shiuli flowers fills my room
as the scent of the temple’s morning service
wafts over me like my mother’s perfume.
I cannot remember my mother,
yet sometimes still, from my bedroom window,
when I lift my eyes to the heavens’ vast blue canopy
and sense on my face her serene gaze,
I feel her grace has encompassed the sky.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:09 AM UTC
you leave my flannel
hanging up with your clothes
it was my favourite,
and you were too
its only company
is my heart
which you left in the corner of your closet
to gather spiderwebs
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
I act like I can
You know about all my faults
Do not care I can't
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
You cannot be all the things I want you to be
How could I expect you to?
I cannot be them myself
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 5:30 AM UTC
I don't need more negativity in life
I have enough in me already
I am cutting you off
Avoiding till cannot
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
worthwhile but hard to achieve;
a thing that can never be accomplished.
Falling,
Fa l l i ng F all ing
F a ll ing,
Fallin,
Failin g, Failing,
Fallin g,
Fal lin,
Fallng,
I fell.
Your finger drew my lips as fate killed us all.
how could have this worked if it was doomed from the start?
For you,
my dear
i give my all,
i give my love.
my fate
my heart.
For you my dear,
my true,
my love,
no.
For I cannot love
You.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
There you are, three steps away from me
There our eyes met slowly in the middle
I hardly noticed your presence minutes ago
I’d turn away as if I never intended to do this
There you are, three steps away from me,
Denying I felt something when we were in the room
I sat at the corner of this crowded place
You came in as if something has to bloom.
There you are, three steps away from me
We’ve been in this side before, lost in crowds,
The only difference a year and eight months from now is...
I was once the one beside you.
There you are, three steps away from me.
There I’d find you in a short long distance,
It’s hard to walk there at your place,
I’d rather run miles away from that smile I used to know
There you are, three steps away from me...
I am seeing an invisible wall
You’re painted on it
Oh hello, aren’t you the stranger I used to know?
There you are, three steps away from me,
Still can’t believe I couldn’t walk up to you.
Even just to smile and say a little hello
Even just to ask how you’ve been all this time
There you are, three steps away from me.
Can’t believe I’m writing ‘bout you
A year and eight months from now
Realizing you still mattered to me somehow.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 6:00 AM UTC