#departed
He shouts when telling you what to do,
like teaching me to draft his bicycle though I already know.
But I cannot forget his laugh when I tell him to shup up!
His burst of rounded puffs of air, joyful and sardonic,
forgives me and bolsters my spinning feet on their way.
He yells as we set up camp in the drizzle of a Vermont forest, fashioning a light from a bike lamp, while giving instructions on tent raising and starting a fire.
He could annoy the hell out of everyone, yet we loved his unfailing optimism and the life in his excitement.
No doubt he laughed even as his bicycle hit that cement wall
and he sailed toward his end.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:02 PM UTC
Masochistic misanthropy is the only thing the devil eats.
Allow yourself some levity you’ll fall into eternal sleep.
Infernal dream inside your head beside the bed you made for keeps.
It’s far too late to call the bluff because the blood has run too deep.
❦
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
She is to me
Like fire to frostbitten fingertips.
I cherish the silver sliver
Of her sweet, tempered knife
Invading a dull, grey life.
My stone,
Fragmented over planes
I knew naught existed.
All the while, I cannot share
This secret spell
She has mistakenly casted over me.
As I am the cloth close to her heart,
Weepless and waiting-
For her to draw me
Towards the flame of her lips.
I will never tell her this:
I am a thousand pieces.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
ang kaakit-akit
**** bating-
pangwakas
ang siyang wagas
na nagdala ng madamdaming
mga katanungan
mula sa iyong puso patungo
sa iyong kasintahan,
gamit ang ibabaw ng
mga matikas na alon...
walang pasubali na ipinahayag mo
ang iyong pangmatagalang
paglalarawan sa marami,
bagaman ang mundo
ng magkabilang dako
ay pansamatalang natutulog na
... ang kagandahan niyon
ay mananatiling gising pa rin.
Dahil siya ang natatangi **** daigdig
at ikaw nga ang makulay niyang pag-ibig!
At mula sa iyong napakalambing na pagsisimula
Mayroong "kayo" na magsasalo sa magdamag
habang heto si Ako...mananatili ring tapat
at gaya niya na di nakakalimot sa akin!
Kaya naman sa iyo aking mahal,
Malayo ka man sa akin ngayon,
lagi pa rin namang merong "tayo"
Maulap man ang papawirin
Ating babagtasin
ang araw at sinag nito
hanggang sa isang kabilogan
na lang ng buwan
ang aking pananabikan at bibilangin ko!
Sa pagsapit niyon
matamis na katahimikan
ang siya nating mabubuo!
tanging sa ating pagniniig
nang may buong kasabikan
ang mga himig na maririnig!
mula sa simula hanggang
sa ang wakas ay magsilbing hudyat
na sa langit nating inaasam
ay magigisnan ang malakidlat
na tilamsik ng ating pagsusuyuan
Di-kapara ng naunang magsing-irog
mula sa bukana ng talon ay nahulog
at kapwa bumitaw sa ere sa gitna ng kulog
pero tayo...Hindi tayo sa patibong matutulog!
patutunayan nating Hindi tayo
ang tipong mauuwi sa TaLiwaS
dahil sa katunayan nga mahal ko
sa pamagat pa lang binungad ko na ang SiLaw aT
labo na nananahan sa pagitan ng tukso
at ng bahay na inaakala nilang
panghabang-buhay na tahanan!
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:08 AM UTC
One not an ounce of fear
she crawled out of her pupa
evolved so clamorously
flaunting such aura
delicate beautiful wings
so small and thin, of great fragility
but an appetite for the world
larger than a king's hunger,
greed for power, wealth, gold..
"Stay! - just a second longer"
But she had to know, had to see
...had to explore
...had to have it all
strayed away too far from thee
little wings
remoulding colours
in memories of her valour; her ambitions;
forever etched in one's mind
a harrowing flight
let them bewail such occurence
let them seek consoling thoughts
who believes in metempsychosis
she found home in the lights embrace
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 2:05 AM UTC
I was 26 when dreams were gone
And I lay a corpse
A day as every other
Set of work and more
It never occurred twice
To savour this life a little more.
Through this day
I only remain a memory
I have lived short
Was it the wrong order
Or a quick thought
I haven't questioned yet.
It seems okay, to let go
To leave you behind
I am sorry for parting soon
I will be waiting.
-D
Jul 26, 2020
Jul 26, 2020 at 3:08 AM UTC
The universe called him-
To be clothed in constellations,
Guarded in galaxies;
To where soft clouds of gilded light
Made their home-
The stars welcomed him,
And wrapped him in night.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
My father's stony face
Gripped with expressionless, death
He just stares at me
And I tear back
The dirt feels too hard
The world, too cold
I'm saying sorry
But everything just feels wrong
I'm grieving for him
But it's not him who's dead
It's me
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
There is a star I look upon
the midnight blue sky,
in gray moonlight
after the showers.
You reached the end—
the death of star.
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 3:28 AM UTC
i want you next to me,
to feel your soul intertwined
to feel you once again
would be a dream come true
you are the one thing
that meant anything to me
you held me together,
and now you're gone
wish i could bring you back
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
When we first met you re-lit the flame inside my heart.
You gave me a need to survive and I never thought we'd part.
But this world is too ugly for me
to bear
and I don't want you to think that I didn't care.
So I wrote you this poem to explain to you why.
It wasn't anything you did and I don't want you to cry.
I'm sure you'll find a new home to stay where they'll give you your
food and a place to play.
Finally, try not to **** too many birds or you and I will be having words.
I'll be watching you from in the skies and every time it rains, that'll be the tears falling from my eyes.
Love from Mummy.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC
Do eerie screeches startle you at night?
Or screaming banshees, your worst fear highlight?
Sudden rumbling on a rusted line,
Flashing lights that freeze your spine!
A full Moon on a motionless sky,
Tis when steam engines haunt nigh.
Departed, are its crew & passengers,
A grandma, wearing her dentures.
Chubby children waving goodbyes,
Fixed with icy cold eyes.
Stuck in speeding time,
Urging me to write this rhyme.
Waiting for that day,
When the bogies no longer sway.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 6:53 AM UTC
It is time for me to go, I have decided
To leave behind the world I've known
and to depart from it
But if in my absence you remember how I left
I would ask that you cast aside the memory of me
To never remember and to forever forget
...
Your departed friend
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
I'm here.
You lost your way kid
and I can't see you no more.
Did the lights go out?
Did the mist decend?
You lost your way kid
and I can't see you no more.
The light's back on
and the mist has gone
. . . and I'm here,
so I can see you once more.
I'm here kid.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
She was,
She used to be,
I still startle
There will no longer be
Any new memories.
I look up
When the skies cry
When there is not a cloud in sight
I talk about her in the past tense now.
Eye on my arm
God squeezes my heart,
I remember the feel
Of toying with her
Sagging skin
’Til mine ages,
I will beam at my ink.
I talk about her in the past tense now.
On nights I cry,
On fine nights
I burst with life,
She cradles my heart.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:32 AM UTC
Words are dead!
there I said it
words are dead
the words in your head
are in the past
the words that you said
will not last
fireworks that attract the eye
liar's words in the mind
an explosion of language
and then silence
they do so much damage
and cause violence
chasing words
feeling tiredness
healing words
are band-aids on the soul
a soothing to the ears
they're dropped in empty holes
for who hears?
who really listens?
words are dead
we have visions
images of creation
words are no salvation
just pointers
pointing to the infinite
still they loiter
words we can't forget
we hold them to our chest
like lifeless children
we always do our best
but the words **** them
and now all that's left
is dead...
dead words.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
toward thee spunky gal,
whose impregnation and debut appearance
way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
out the birth canal aye did bop
analogously compared
to a mealy mouthed measly crop
a spindly tangle of arms and legs
radiated (starfish like)
dangled and would uselessly drop
like a raggedy ann male counterpart
(raggedy andy - how original)
with limbs that didst flop
and tis no small wonder, thyself as one
newborn baby body electric
easily confused with bony glop,
which skimpy weight
leant convenience as sigh grew older
to alternate jumping
(ala pogo stick mode) and hop
from one skinny spindle shank leg to another,
and manifold orbitz whip
sawing round the sun
bore witness to puny laughable specimen
of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight)
grew long straggly hair,
which NO ONE (except me) could touch,
nor most definitely NOT lop
off (this fetish) compensation
for very slight physique
in dewed time begot
pencil necked geek milksop,
now at an age prowl lix sing viz
dragging, crawling, battling...
slight abdominal bulge
unlike widower octogenarian biological pop
whose once strapping superman
like build atrophying (sad sight)
since grim reaper put objectionable stop
upon head of harriet harris,
whereat two and a half score years
her longevity did top.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
now, comb may tooth how zen,
sans eight plus ten
'twill be thirteen yars
when me late mum agonizingly relinquished
an indomitable loo ving life,
which strong fighting spirit
(spittle and vinegar) yen
reached a juncture,
(sans metastasized ovarian cancer)
forewent heroic measures, which ken
not avail bottled anger within this sole son
telling thee, he didst love ye
never communicating NOR often!
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
You're breaking my heart
still then I am silent
You're making me tired
but I'm not worried
If you just feel like
I love you, sweetheart!
You don't care about me
but I still love you
You don't think of me
even then I miss you
If you just feel like
I'm there inside your heart!
I walk around and see you
if you ever look at me
I sing at midnight
if you ever listen to me
I'm doing well so that I feel like
you're not falling apart.
If you ever feel like
I am not missing you
If you ever feel like
I am not crying for you
then you think about me
I am no more in this world
and just pray for my departed soul.
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:50 AM UTC
I am closer to immortal than you can imagine
When you lie down it defines beauty sleep
But, I am six feet over... I'm in heaven
And six feet under you're in heaven
A cure for a disease progressing
And no question of a harmonic progression
Even if my song is sung as a narration
The lullaby is my confession
Of loss and of pain...
The depression
For my son
Gone
Where I'm at there's little self-expression
My vocal chords are my only *****
But no one here is listening
Just you, to me
Singing to
My son
The exact structure of your skull was no accident
Synthesis is in my heart, as sound intents
Perfection of beats made in my chest
But as you are in the ground
With a skull so round
I sing down
To you
Painters get to blend more color, white or black
Keep mixing until pigment is exactly right
The tone of the dialogue is a fact
Enacting a meaning intact
On tight canvas skin
It is laughable the way sounds bounce around
That the sound reverberates in your skull
As we give energy to words announced
A frequency is altered by meanings
Dependant on tone or sound
I cannot count out the lullabies composed
I can only remember the feelings
Energy left by words we chose
And since you'll never return
I choose to come to you,
Oh, what I'd do for,
Just an ounce,
of your love
At home
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
On the other side of the lakes edge
You might say it must be right
That when I throw a rock in the water,
The ripples touch the other side.
With light transparent patterns,
A spider weaves webs like silk,
Every strings placement matters
No matter a leaf or branches tilt.
So if you feel your being watched,
Ever think it might be so?
The spiral made from leaf to leaf
Catches rarities that come and go.
Just as I was thinking this,
I felt I was being watched,
As though someplace in my midst
The sound of footsteps stopped.
Searching for a picture of you as in vain,
I thought I heard you start to laugh,
Saw your raven hair so I flipped through again,
One thing I know is that we're never going back...
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
Dearly departed,
Pray for me
In life I still need to excrete
Not only faeces but thoughts
Just like food in my mouth
I chew possible sounds
Until they are… reproduced
I think
What I thought was art
Is now a bit bitter on my tongue
The saliva must be tainted
With odours I’ve inhaled
Because this ******* I taste
Is too flavoursome
I know this isn’t appealing
But neither is the finished product
Unwrap what you can
Of what we toss down to you
And swallow what you think is sweetest
You know it will all be… sour
I think
What I thought was lasting flavour
Turned out to be flesh
And even as I write this
I feel the unpicked hair in my teeth
So that when I create
I am secretly painting in words
From the inside out
I am closer to you in this way
But in that way-
Not so much.
Dearly departed,
Pray for us
In life we must run to you
But in living we must wait
Amongst the rotting peels
We left in our backpacks
For too long
We’ve learned to speak
About the smell
But in doing so our breaths
Stink up the air
And our legs are getting stiff
Sitting cross legged and festering thoughts
Bubbling images we wanted
To forget
God, this is a witch’s ***
But she forgets to stir it on hot days
And we decay
Faster than you do, I swear
The curses don’t become me
I know, the curses
Must be me and them.
Dearly, Departed,
Pray, and still listening
I’m sorry about the foulness of everything.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC