#dailylife
I wish to play forever,
Day and night, knitting dreamily,
from the morning,
making things messy.
We became kingly,
filling out time easily,
just to make my mom angry
and let her fingers on my face,
helping her exercise freely.
My face remains cloudy,
making her face gloomy.
The play never ends,
nor the sportsmen.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:52 AM UTC
graceful
flying, lighting
on petals smooth and soft
the fragrance drifts in summer's warmth
colored stately purple
this beauty rests
then soars
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
Butterflies dance in graceful wonder.
Colors fade, seasons fly.
The world pauses to stare unblinking
At angel's wings, bell nearby.
White noise grows, a gentle hum.
Hurried hearers softly sigh.
Scenes unfold with warmth, hope.
It's curtain time, emotions high.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
Nothing happened. But everything happened too. You know?
"All the nothing, all the everything."
Life dripped like spilled mercury across the kitchen tiles.
I watched the kettle boil –
nothing moved, yet the air thickened
as if invisible birds were rehearsing a play
in the corners of the room.
The cat blinked at me,
its eyes twin moons mocking my seriousness,
then turned away, unconcerned.
Outside, the wind shuffled leaves in patterns
that made no sense,
and still, I felt the world tilt slightly,
as if history had hiccupped
while I blinked.
Nothing happened.
The mail arrived: a postcard from a neighbor I never knew I had.
The sun sank, ignoring me.
A laugh echoed from a memory I’d misplaced,
murmuring truths I wasn’t ready for.
And somehow,
everything happened too,
as if spilled mercury remembered where it wanted to go.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 8:22 AM UTC
Fields stretching out in yellow and green
The brilliant blue of the sky joining in the distance
A gentle breeze swaying the sunburnt grass
The crickets chirruping their piercing songs
Tranquillity is all around
The clean air fills the lungs
As the calm spreads throughout
Like a lover’s hand caressing the body
Or the warmth of the first hit of *****
Releasing the pain from within
All has disappeared
And I am one with nature
But its permanence is fleeting
The cold turkey will kick in
And as thoughts flood back
The tsunami of angst returns
The realities of life
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
No more bicycles:
with the tram
No more trams:
on roller skates
until they break
On clogs
until raids close everything
No more electricity
No more candles
No more stolen oil
No more charcoal
No more trees
No more books
only the clothes on one's back
No more bread:
grinding wheat
in the coffee grinder
No more wheat:
cooking rye grains
No more rye:
begging tours
No more winter coats:
worn coats made of blankets
curtains on the beds
A cold house, hunger
and fear, and time
that stands still
at hope
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 3:10 AM UTC
Like soldiers of comically varying heights
I line up my pill bottles along the border
of my place mat for morning roll call
Some plastic, some glass—
Green, white, purple, yellow, gold
Each with their own earnest promise—
Energy, metabolism, muscle function,
allergy relief
And I earnestly swallow each down
Willing each to complete their mission
To find success in the battle against time
Willing them to bring new life
to this tired body of mine
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Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
I woke with too much purpose this morning.
I swear it was me
who split the dark sky open
like pointed steel through wood.
The sharp hack of existence hit
when I visualized my wallet
on the kitchen counter,
leaning against that vase
with the snake on it.
Second in line
at the grocery store,
cart overflowing.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 8:41 AM UTC
what else are you supposed to do in the suburbs?
find everything abandoned and go there at night?
thrift shop?
idle around the same mall and buy candles, journals, CDs (for your lack of cd player, except in your mom's car)?
see the same movie twice (the fire alarm goes off both times)?
throw wine bottles at pavement and watch the glass splinter?
run around empty ovals?
break into baseball fields?
go to the same public pool and open your eyes underwater?
burn lacy lingerie that you stole from the mall and watch as your femininity sticks, shrivelled, to the pavement?
go to school and get the bus home?
go to work and come home covered in pizza sauce?
hate it till you leave?
what else even is there?
Sep 2, 2024
Sep 2, 2024 at 3:30 AM UTC
The war in those days
was manageable with us --
We were still young then.
Aug 30, 2023
Aug 30, 2023 at 3:47 AM UTC
In the broken ages we thrive with words edgier than swords, over the bay window we hear seagulls taunting the waves for another storm.
Pavement taking over the woods
Treasuring breathable conversations between souls.
Then without even a slight sigh
the babbling brooks stops in their tracks leaving ****** steps of regret and nightmares of dinner dates.
We’ve been waiting and waiting for the rain, like a sigh of relief instead of wishful bliss
Whenever people come over, the silver is never shiny enough,
the windows not clean, chairs creaky, dust in corners and you’re never fully there.
How to please the people of yesterday, tomorrow or today.
To invite them into your own home, that may not be a castle or even a cozy cabin.
How to please, appeal to the upper crowd or even the town people.
The ones with similar shoes as you.
What to expect rather than regret, the crippling, snarling inner voice saying
“time for bed little you, tomorrow may be your last day of tjoho”
Sep 10, 2022
Sep 10, 2022 at 5:35 PM UTC
When she first met him,
He was so slim;
A gentleman,
To begin.
When she first met him.
When he first met her,
She was so demure;
She'd defer,
Often concur.
When he first met her.
She'd smile on him.
He'd open doors.
She cooked and worked.
He worked and cooked.
*Good morning, my Dear.
Good night, my Love.
I got groceries.
Did you get milk?
I called your Mother.
Is your Father okay?
Teacher interviews at five.
I'll drive.
Did you get to the bank?
I made an appointment.
What's the address?
Your sister's on her way*.
This was their dialogue
On that day.
She's kind.
He's a find.
He's hers.
She's his.
Ever the twain shall meet.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
If given the chance to have 5 minutes with you, I want to share this with you:
Your music keeps me going. You may have heard that sentence a thousand times. So, if you would allow me to paint you a picture.
I work in a job I don't like. The job itself is not bad. It's actually very meaningful. I thought meaningful was enough for me. Apparently, it is not; I want it to be both meaningful and something I truly enjoy.
Enjoy in a sense that even though it's difficult, it is something I'll wake up for. It's something that would make me forget time. And for me, that is singing, acting, performing, and teaching. But it is not my reality right now.
So, every Monday, I drag myself to work. As each day passes, the guilt of being late subsides to none. Sadly, the thought of having a responsibility to other people has become less compelling for me to work. I've spiraled into deeper, and darker realms where I've lost control over my mind and body.
And to force myself, a desperate attempt to get up, I play your songs. Next thing I know, I sing your tune, dance to your beat, then the impossible starts to happen. I begin to cook food for myself to eat, I open my laptop, and get started on my emails -- I finally have enough to start my day, to get it going.
These maybe simple, mundane things -- but they mean my livelihood, my future, my life. You help me live my life.
Thank you for your music. I hope you stay truthful to your tune, to your beat, to your message.
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑚𝑒?
𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑛?
𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒? 𝑇𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟?
𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒.
𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔...
𝑠𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡?
𝑊ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒?
𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒?
𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
कुसमयमा
मलाई सोधियो
"त्यो मुर्ख छ, कसरी व्यवहार गर्ने ?"
मैले प्रतीप्रश्न गरे, "के तिमी पक्का छाै कि ऊ मुर्ख छ?
[ हो जवाफ आउने प्रवल सम्भावना थियो, म सुन्न तयार थिए ]
"हो, सबैलाई यो थाहा छ।" सोही जवाफ आयो
सक्छाै भने दूरी बढाउ
टाढा बस
त्यती सक्दैनै भने..........
"भने के" सोधीहाल्यो
भन्दिए,
"उ भन्दा मुर्ख बन"
"ठूलो मुर्ख देखि, मुर्खपनि डराउछ"
फोन राखेको संकेत आयो.......
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
You were three blocks away
Going to the same destination
But you wouldn't stop
In the cold and rain
Never asked if I needed help
Didn't offer a ride which would've
Saved me 40 minutes of time
And an awkward conversation
With a man who invited me back to his
I considered his offer
Partly out of spite
Partly out of hope
That he would slash my throat
And I wouldn't have to return home
I rubbed my cheeks, suddenly grateful
No one can tell when you've cried in the rain
I guess we've always been three blocks
Apart from one another, you and I
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Awake in your bed, you scratch at your head.
You stir from the sheet, and now on your feet.
You walk to the dresser, you want to just test her.
Open the drawer, craving for more.
Pick up one shot, scared are you not?
Just one little pop, your body will drop.
It rests at your temple, a sigh as you tremble.
Click goes the gun, now having fun?
The feeling now faded, life was not traded.
The gun put away, you live another day.
Was all just a dream? What could this mean?
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
‘How are you?’
A question people hear more from me,
then I hear from them.
Doubting whether it’s pure interest,
or a habit grown in our systems.
Not knowing which lie to tell,
or revealing the truth.
But not sure if they can handle reality.
The need to stop lying is huge,
but anxiety for their reactions makes me continue.|
Because the seize of this mess is so big,
the possibility of unexpected answers there.
Fear for loneliness gets me again so,
‘I am okay’ is the answer again.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
the day starts with shirley
who comes in just after eight
for her 20oz chai
"what kind of milk?"
"doesn't matter"
punches her own coffee card
tells me about her puppy
kayla is next her hair and
makeup always perfect
about as nice a landlady as
one can have in a town like this
from there it's a constant
stream of people
who i watch out for and
who don't know i'm doing it
janice lives alone and thinks
people are stealing her money
doesn't understand
the tests her doctors want
she can't remember
what she always orders
it's a turkey club sandwich no bacon
on toasted oatmeal regular chips no pickle
a to go box for the leftovers
and some kind of chocolate treat in a bag
because she only eats when
she comes in here
two weeks ago
i accidentally switched
barb's 12oz soy chai
with someone else's
12oz whole milk chai
it wasn't enough dairy
to give her a problem
in fact she didn't seem
to remember it
but i made her another for free
nic stopped for his afternoon coffee
didn't laugh at anything just stared
blankly into space and said he
thought he was getting sick
had too many things to finish
the day before when i was waving
to him from the parking lot
so i took my dog to the
back door of his office and
we barked until he came out
patted us both on the head
and said he felt better
we're all creatures of habit
like mckenna who arrives
like clockwork
between one thirty and two
tuesday through saturday
leans on my bake case while
i count my tips and add random
ingredients to different drinks
in a reckless attempt
to break up the monotony
and he drinks them all
like clockwork
no matter how bad they are
rita doesn't smile since she broke her hip
in fact i haven't seen her since
walt got sick and he and joan
moved upstate to be closer to their son
i worry about something happening to ray
who will take care of rita?
whose laugh used to echo off the walls
and fill the place up
pat's smoking again and it turns out
he has congenital heart failure
gail had a fall, a stroke and
suddenly died
i make the same dumb jokes
only a few people smile at
i sing to myself
and people point it out
karen sits in her motorized wheelchair
ice and snow dripping from the wheels
onto the scratched, muddy floor
and tells me i'm pretty and funny
and have a beautiful voice and
i look at karen, her head tilted to
the side and spit hanging from her
buck teeth and wonder why such a
wonderful funny girl with a heart of gold
had to have the body she's stuck in
why life is ****
and why i'm trying
i swear i'm trying
fighting
for something
i don't know what
why we fight
why we try
to make the world
a better place
when nothing can really change
any of these dismal facts
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
Walking back home,
Like a walking dead.
Thought I took DayQuil,
But it feels like NyQuil.
Wanna cuddle with a dog,
But all I have is a cat.
All the contradictions in life
Become the reasons to laugh.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
Dry your eyes.
Fix your hair.
Wipe your runny nose.
Who knew.
Things may improve,
So, don't read the news.
Go about your daily business
As if the sky were blue,
As if you didn't know,
As if you don't care.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:20 AM UTC
The only thing that makes me different is the fact I know we're all the same.
we play the same character in this greedy game
we roll the dice and play our life’s, choose whether to do what’s right
even though it’s all the same at the end of every night
our limits our budgets are always tight
some of us rebel some of us fight
and hope that maybe the cards are in our hands tonight
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
I sat hard-pressed against
the plastic seat on the Metro,
green line to Branch Ave,
feeling the heat
of all the dozens of bodies that surrounded me,
5:30 PM and everyone
making headway for home after a
long, hot work day.
The swampy humidity
clung to my arms like sticky tack.
I wiped my brow with the sleeve of my
blazer
and listened to some 90s
R & B on my iPod as I
c
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u
n
t
e
d
d
o
w
n
the exits till I could
free myself from
the suffocating crowd.
It was no day that was even remotely extraordinary,
no life-changing series of events,
no incredible people I had met;
nope, just commuting back to the SE quadrant of
town as I had
every day that summer.
I looked up and took
a snapshot with my mind;
I remember exactly
how that sliver of time
felt to me,
how it looked,
smelledsoundedtasted
as I realized my days in D.C. had begun to feel
like the norm,
that I had grown accustomed to the
claustrophobic train cabins,
the repetitive street names,
and
10% sales tax.
So suddenly there was this
catastrophic
timeturning
momentous magnanimous monumental magic
of the most mundanely minuscule moment,
as ordinary crawled up my veins
and absorbed me in it.
Somehow
squeezed.in.between
the rush-hour,
the annoyance, impatience, and near-suffocation
felt like
home.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC