#daunting
Why do we wash forks
when it’s so much less tedious
to wash our hands?
Look in your sink!
…Tiny, silver nightmares.
For a split second, I fantasize
about a whole world where we
throw them hoes out our windows,
and ravish our food with our fingers.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 8:57 AM UTC
this is my one and only daunting…
this,
what can I say
to my
dear one(s);
other than,
I leave little to your imagination
of my entity,
as I slow-low-blow-mine
mind, mined to explode it
all into bits of smithereens
looking for the
re~
building blocks,
the correct answer key
to the one question we want,
but dare not ask…
this my one and only haunting,
***why is everyone not loved?***
nml
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
do i have enemies?
yes, the passage of time
the wilting of flowers
the ending of a perfect day.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
The days are coming
that will be daunting for all
hopelessness beckons.
_________
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
All at once
Or nothing at all—
I’m falling—
Blackhole kind of lovely lines
Cutting cross my angled fists
These endless daunting lists I fill to burn.
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
daunting nonstop rains,
such mayhem landslides and pains;
rain: boon if not bane!
Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
I find this challenge daunting
one that I’ve not tried before
hope my efforts are not wanting
and that I get a decent score
My stress, oh lord, is mounting
instead of having spirits soar
Hope my efforts are not wanting
I’ve tied myself in knots galore
as this contest is so taunting
and has become a frightful chore
My stress, oh lord, is mounting
instead of having spirits soar
as this contest is so taunting
why did I make the challenge more
I didn’t set out to be vaunting
please help my rhyming I implore
My stress, oh lord, is mounting
instead of having spirits soar
I didn’t set out to be vaunting
oh! thank god I’m on verse four
with this exercise so exhausting
I'm quite sure I couldn't do one more
My stress, oh lord, is mounting
instead of having spirits soar
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
dreaming has always been
part of the fragments of who I am
used to trace storybooks on thin paper
trying to find a way
to recreate the beauty of it
I would tape posters on my walls
princesses and all those ideas I found
trying to will myself to be like them
chanting that I will find me within them
as I drifted off
and when I fell for the first time
all my dreams would come back
running its fingers through my hair
and whispering sweetness I forbade
and that was when I found words
letting them immortalize the dreams
that would haunt and taunt and sing
showing me a world that I wanted to touch
and yet was pulled away from
I met you and they started making sense
as the touch of the faceless are echoed in yours
as your smile feels like coming home
as all the whispers soared into a song
yet I couldn’t understand
how writing you wasn’t easy
how putting all my dreams into words turned daunting
the more I let myself fall from the graces of heaven
so here I am now
with what I cannot let myself forget
the dreams I can never admit I had
with your face tattooed in my mind
and your name like stardust in my veins
I dreamt about how the mornings would be
the sunlight forgiving as it lit up your mouth
the coffee I never liked less bitter that day
as we giggle into each other’s shoulders
and I try to find a rhythm in tapping your skin
I dreamt about taking deep breaths
right before plunging into a sea
the saltwater stings and our laughter rings
our hair and our eyes spilled ink in the blue
I dreamt of lazy days in a cramped space
blasting the music we loved years ago
slipping on newly-scrubbed floors
cookies in an oven and a book in hand
our bodies finding odd ways to dance
I dreamt of rain on windows
as we drive around the town
going down streets we never knew
watching as the city lights sparkled
and snuggling up in our too-thin hoodies
I dreamt of long days that would end in hugs
holding all my tired bones
listening to my drowsy words
not admitting that I am tired as I nod off
goodnight kisses with my penguin pajamas on
random dinner dates at new food places
trying to survive spicy challenges
chugging down milkshakes and water
and laughing at our faces
holding hands on train rides
whispering jokes we stole from somewhere
sharing earphones and an overplayed playlist
making up stories about strangers
and as I look at your name in my contacts
I realize that it has been weeks, months maybe
since our words really meant anything to each other
since I could still remember your smile
because I remember dreams
but not the person in them
and you are but a faceless one yet again
in all those that still try to pull me in
and I understand now
you will only be a dream.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:08 AM UTC
If you think life is daunting and find yourself on the brink of despair
what then of all those people who for them no one does really care?
It's an individual or social human conscience that can make a difference sometime
but isn't there a lasting solution to this problem which barely falls short of a crime?
_______________________________
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
It was a question;
a simple inquiry
that I had been running from,
catching me off guard,
trapping me in this feeling,
that I had been found out,
before I had found myself.
I remember taking offense,
as if it were an accusation,
rather than a question.
Out of breath,
and suspiciously defensive,
I was frightened out of my mind.
But it had been asked with such disdain,
such disgust and disapproval,
so I kept running.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I would that she better leave,
This temporary insanity,
And take her mad sisters also.
The one who closed her eyes
When she felt your hand upon hers.
The one who’s heart soared
When you kissed her well!
And the crazy one who asked
If staying was for ever!
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
To **** a bluejay
Give it soda
Lots of soda
They can't drink that ****
They will try to burp and die in the process
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 4:23 AM UTC