#cradle
I learned to live with my ribs slightly open
Just in case something needed a place to sleep
Sometimes it was grief,
Sometimes memory
Sometimes the quiet
I’ve been chasing all my life
I have let the dark crawl in
Just to see if it would remember my name
And I have learned to cradle it in my chest
like it is a child
I cannot save
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
[Cradle meanings: to hold gently and protectively]
I am proud of you.
I am so proud of you.
She whispers, I can hear them clearly. The words echo in my head somewhere, I don't know where. I'm looking for them everywhere.
I am proud of you.
The words never left her lips, they never meant anything. I never felt anything.
I can still hear her humming,
Still feel the softness of the armchair where once she held me. I remember the worn-out fabric more than her words. Those fabulous words.
She was holding me like she'd never let go. And the words still echo. I wish she'd told me that she'll mess up, that she won't be enough.
2025.04.14 - Unfinished
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC
rip my skin that clings
rebirth is not free of hurt
slip into beastly binge
all flowers need a little dirt
cradle what i can’t amend
can’t love but i can flirt
trace back all my steps
see what’s worth the work
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
Such are the thoughts, of the wise
everyone lives, and then dies
few are those, who can truely say
they did far more, than survive
Retrospect, just an illusion
remembering fondly, the past
personal, is the delusion
that fate, decided, the cast
The sum of, all those choices
a tower, built out of stone
pinnacle, high, as high can go
built by the mason, alone
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Self destruction
With no red button
Internal spontaneous combustion
A flipped switch
Quick curve ball pitch
Veered straight for the ditch
No countdown timer
No red, no blue wire
Just a smoldering dumpster fire
Struggle with each next breath
Welcoming a last breath
A timeless back and forth with death
©2024
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 4:06 PM UTC
Speak to Me, thru your Verses
and Tangle Me, with your Rhymes.
Dance your Steps, to My Whispers
and ****** Me, in your Mind.
Lock Me, with your Rhythm
and let your Spirits Glow.
Cradle Me with your Fantasies,
So My Passion begins to Flow.
Your Love, is so very Precious
and U have a Heart, that's Pure.
Your Love has all the ingredients,
It has the Power to Cure.
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 10:55 AM UTC
not as comforted by the absence of shore
as i was before, when i prayed for the shell to close
now i stare into the sun waiting for doors to show
i cradle all my blemishes, the flower, grip the thorns
rabbits are telling me its time to go yet my internality remains reposed
comforted by the thought of piercing arrows
comforted by the sweet monsters voice
haven’t felt in so long, a zoo animals futile joy
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 9:59 AM UTC
the time that you told me to die
was painful that I didn't even try
slapping you
I don't know if you lied
but all I knew was it was possible
that you wished I did
I tried to make it up to you;
avoiding hurting you
with the fist,
and temper of mine
I just wished you noticed that I tried;
Yes, I've grown distant,
trying to find one's self;
I was occupied, sad, and alone.
Too busy to find friends,
that won't discard me when I needed someone
I guess that I pushed you away
so that you won't be like me.
An envious, gullible fool
but
as I did,
the more you become
a little more
like me.
We're the opposite of each other
but undeniably similar.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:36 AM UTC
A jade shoot
springs forth from
clumps of soil,
braves the morning chill,
waits for Mother to cover her
with a little yellow rain hat.
Cradled by the sun,
she leans forward in a regal bow.
I poke around the old wine barrel,
tickle her brothers and sisters.
Wake, little ones. It is time.
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC
a cradle of completion;
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
as a twisting time renders it
subtle and scrambled, but
unendingly unsolvable
—my meaning left
muddled on the palms of life
muddled on the palms of life
—my meaning left
unendingly unsolvable,
subtle and scrambled, but
as a twisting time renders it
faded of colors, frayed of stickers,
my rubik's cube slowly becomes
a cradle of completion;
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 11:47 AM 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
Sometimes I think of not-so-distant future,
What it will be like, the thought of this I nurture,
And then contrive the cities in the sky
And people that can easily to fly
All by themselves, no plane nor highway-tube
Knotted in the involute death-loop;
No death, no afterlife, nothing at all
For science of that time them made a-whole;
The colonies on Mars and distant quadrants
At nearest stars united in a cadence
As if a thread connecting all the knots
The system of a stations on a spot
And to another jumping, to the next
The metal and the sterile floating nest;
For ‘tis well known what Earth is but a cradle
Humanity supposed to leave forever
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC
in an old
old house
there are corpses in the cradles
and an old
delusional woman.
it's reeks of flesh
and baby powder
piled with blood-stained clothes
a "husband" lies
cold in bed
with parts
from "almost-perfect" men
the floor sags
and the stairs creek
the walls echo
with the cooing
cracking
voice
of an old
delusional
woman.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
outgrown the cradle
generation ships cruising
the stars are all ours
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:52 AM UTC
I need baby bars on my bed
To keep me from falling
On my head.
- Sincerely, I'm a wild dreamer.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
It's time to sleep, my honeygirl
to close your pretty eyes
You stare into the ceiling
as if into the skies
The sand of sleep in all good children's eyes -
- an anxious flame in yours
And there has never been a night
when i could see them closed
Each day you wake up full of life -
- at nights you do not breathe
Is it an illness or a ghost
that we are dealing with?
It's Christmas day now, Madeleine,
to God above I pray
to send you dreams sweet like yourself
and take disease away
My poor girl Madeleine, sleep tight tonight
mad-mad-mad-Madeleine
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
A red lamp glows in the corner of the room..
The clock is ticking and its time to leave..
Her eyes are shut and breathing is innocent..
Like a sleeping child in a cradle, her lips smile soft,
with a streak of golden hair across her face.
I dont want to wake her up, she looks angelic..
I dont want to dissapear.. without kissing her goodbye..
I knew what I had to do.. I knew what was right ..
The golden streak of hair is in place now..
The lids open to reveal the glittering eyes
which look at me with a glowing smile on her lips..
The sound of the ticking clock fades away..
The time didn't freeze but it didn't matter anymore..
my arms wrapped around her, she goes back to sleep..
Like a child in a cradle...
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
abandoned silence
forfeiting creations cradle
our morality
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Wish I could cradle you.
I’d keep the nightmares
and heavy thoughts away.
I’d hold you close
and lull you to sleep.
Alas I hold you
but with demon arms.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 6:41 AM UTC
Oh lustrous new moon
how you cradle the old
like
Aphrodite humming a soft tune
cradling Adonis whom grows so cold
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 6:43 AM UTC
Well, there had been a tree
All soft gray trunk,
Crawling with snails after the rain,
And carved with symbols of naïve love.
You couldn’t climb the branches to the sky,
But they could cradle you as you watched the world go by.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC