#cusp
Bees look
Sky cusps
Breeze wafts
We’re hot -
Purple lava
Eyes of Europa
Woken-hopers
Space-expanders
Not expander-landers
Spouting spirit handers…
Mars won’t surrender -
Venus will avenge her
Life will flower
Despite your weather
Whole species louder
Visions of forever…
Fix us in the downer…
Secure your wager:
Lobotomised-agenda
That feeling of smugness
Won’t linger forever,
Stay in the gloom
Long enough to skew
Maths has one rule -
Our minds are a tool
To consolidate you
But in patrolling our thoughts,
The truth sings you through…
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:59 AM UTC
Hold me at the tip of your tongue
And speak not, intimately
In suspension of that trembling scaffold
Lest it crush our unsaid space
Touch me the right way
And say the wrong nothings
That in ambivalence I may stray
To some mistaken grace
**** me over in your dream,
Lay me out, exposed,
And carry out your shrouded theatre
Recompense for your absence in mine
And gently, in your tangled strings of pathos
Tie me at the cusp of your love
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Remembering, when...
occasions, weekends were eagerly celebrated
even weekdays...any day was met with enthusiasm
but, how did all these special days become so ordinary?
how...why, did these red-marked dates become unimportant?
why are we here now, in this phase? at this point?
existing...standing on a plateau...where,
life offers no changes...no alternatives...
it's like...a storm decides to stop at midstream
chooses to stay...not just passing through
no swerving, no immediate changes in its direction.
the adventurous soul in us, hides...its spark, dies
sunlight looks dim...the moon is without a glow
clear sea water seems muddy...wading, becomes
so tiresome...legs and feet hurt so much,
from swimming...day by day
...away...from cacophony...
it gets to be weary,
to be reminded of a wrong choice,
or a wrong decision made,
to always rise...from a restless sea
most times, we taste impure water
contaminated...and adulterated
where acerbic, detrimental words float,
further aggravating
existing emotional sores,
creating more lesions in the mind.
what's worse,
the ears that choose to be deaf, are further pierced
the already wounded heart and dashed ego, are further stabbed
they all could one day, be numbed
.......by more of these ordinary days....
I wonder if it's better...to linger on a plateau
or to be on the cusp...of a fall...
Sally
Copyright April 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
I'm an odd girl
Born on the autumnal equinox
On a cusp
virgo nor libra
Not that I believe that matters anyway
I feel Mother nature wanted me different
She gave me a Summer soul in a Fall body
She gives me the warm
So I have to endure the cold
In every aspect of my life that has been true
I am the sweetheart
But I prefer to be alone
I want the sun
But I can't always handle the heat
Because im hot enough without it
Im meant to be out of place
The girl who knows the best bands
But listens to the saddest music
I love the world in fall
the way the breeze chills and everything is crisp
The stars and moon seem brighter
But I can barely handle it...
Because soon everything will die
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
I was Vivacious, lively, wild.
A girl who was wild and free.
I was the romantic, the addict.
the unhealthiest of combinations.
With you
I confused
Trust with Lust.
they say you wanted this from the first moment, and in the end you were deadly.
there was no middle ground
you would **** all on this earth,
setting the place on fire and
the water cannot save me
if you cannot have me.
it is okay to be breakable,
to never rely on anything as indecisive as chance.
to be fake, be secretive
to stop giving it more attention than it needs.
Temptation lies ahead.
but romance is still alive, if you put forth the effort.
I need to learn to fall in love with a person- not just the idea of
falling
in
love.
I should know by now that I can be
deeply emotional or completely merciless,
there can be no in between.
I am a Mermaid,
I am a Phoenix ,
I will rise from the ashes of this broken love and break free of the tides that have all but drowned me over the years.
You have no power over me.
I am Vivacious, lively, wild.
A girl who is wild and free.
I AM the romantic, I will always be the addict.
the unhealthiest of combinations,
but also the most exciting.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
i feel like i'm on the cusp of... something
just waiting for my stars to align
there's a hot buildup
tension in my tendons
my hands itch
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC