#digging
waiting for the fever
that burns an amber
wire sizzling into
my periled glass heart.
I scroll humdrum
I hop onto sane
and dig through
unformed parking lots.
memory
drained
malfunction
multiverses
passed.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Why do you spend you evenings,
Dredging in the yard?
Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Does this break your heart,
That nobody else wanted to do the ***** work,
So they left you to shovel through the mud?
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 10:31 AM UTC
It's like the only time I can see out of this hole
Is when I'm trying to make sure others don't see
That I'm digging it deeper
And
Deeper
And
Deeper
And falling
Further
And
Further
And
Further
Until I can't get out of this deadly hole
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 10:00 PM UTC
She writes poetry
As though she knows me,
But what a facade
She's really seen.
Only a surface glean.
Calm still water,
Digging below the depths,
Raging saline.
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
Stop gold digging now
Rich with treasure already
She is pure diamond
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
Cobwebs hang white on the frosty air as digging begins
A lone bird on a bush makes its high call,
sharp as the wind through a broken window
a toothpick of noise
bouncing off damp bricks, that look as though they might fall softly
to the wet grass below
and lay hidden by tears
Is there anything more profound
than the mournful sound
of a shovelling ***** as it fills in a grave
and closes the ground
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
With nothing to do,
With nowhere to roam around,
With being forced to confine yourselves,
Just digging into the past,
Digging up old memories
That's what the pandemic is
Allowing us to do...
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
I raise the pick-axe high up above my head.
I bring it back down with all my might.
I hear an audible thud at it pierces into the ground.
I change my grip.
The soil turns over as I pry it out of the ground.
I smile to myself in satisfaction at the sight of the churning soil.
It is a calm, soothing sight, worth the magnitude of the effort required to produce it.
I change grips as I ready myself and raise the pick-axe high up above my head once more.
I am the artist,
the Earth my canvas.
The pick-axe is my brush,
the chaos my muse.
Seeds will be sown
and vegetation will be grown.
Spoils will be shared
and cheer will be spread.
But for all the good that is done,
I am the one having all the fun,
for this sight is for me,
this art is my own.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
The geese are standing there
just being geese in the grass
poking through the leaves
going deeper for nourishment
may I follow their example
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
I knew a worm who lost his way, boring and digging the earthen clay
He knew all along he could go where he chose, but lost his direction is what we suppose
Today, of course, was raining quite hard, he had to surface and let down his guard
He made the mistake of crawling too far and the end result is a bit bizarre
He ended up on the end of a hook, wet as hell as bait in the brook
It wasn't long before a fish can along and checked out the worm and sang him this song
Where oh where did you come from little worm
Are you lost and forgotten, and please, please don't squirm
You look very delightful I have to admit
I bet you are tasty, I think that's legit
If I eat you I fear, I may be unhappy
I have no control so let's make it snappy
You know the rest of the story....
Brian Hill - 2019 # 259
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
It was a miracle you chose me and a blessing I took for granted too often.
Maybe I knew I didn't deserve such an angel so I pushed you away in hopes you'd fly to better things.
If you find happiness someplace far from me I beg you to stay there.
Because with my own shattered pieces I hurt those I love and the more that I care the deeper I cut.
Then I awake alone and their blood is on my hands.
Trying to remember how I got covered in so much shame colored brownish-red but I fail to understand.
When I see you lying lifeless there fighting for one more breath I catch my own and shed a tear for the body dying.
You turn your stare away from death to face me instead as your eyes are immediately flooded with fear.
It's not til that moment I realize what I have done to the only person who meant more to me than anything or anyone.
I swear I just wanted to keep you safe and I thought you were safer away from me but somehow you got too close again without me realizing.
Practically under my skin but before I could see I ripped you to shreds unaware of who I was destroying in my haste.
But what scraps were left there I immediately recognized though your features were all out of place.
Now there is not enough of you to put your parts back together and we both know you cant live half a human forever.
I hate myself for digging a grave too busy to notice you return to me in my desperate state.
Gripping a ***** shovel I lost my balance tipping us both over and we turn and twist midair.
I warned you but too late you learn and now not just myself but both of us are far too gone to save.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
as she sits
her thoughts exploding
one
after
another
some + others -
she thinks:
maybe if I dig deeper people won't question, "are you ok?"
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
Sometimes when I look at the ground
And see it round
I want to dig so that it's not there
So that what's beneath it is revealed
Is extracted and laid bare
Sometimes when I look at the ground
I want to know evermore so
And in my desire I do not care
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Unraveling the mystery in her spine
Knots all throughout time
I break it in;
I cave my mark,
I show her how I like to start
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
Can't remember last time
I knelt down to dig in the dirt
but I do recall all us boys who'd climb
the sandy loam pile in the yard
to make castles, caves and highways
and let our fantasies reign -
oh what glorious days
when fun was simple and plain.
We cared not about smudges
holey pants or muddy feet
had not learned about grudges
nor become expert in deceit
hadn’t yet been betrayed
enough to live in hurt
and conjure all the ways
we could spite and spread dirt.
Maybe every now and again
I'd benefit from kneeling down
and digging deeper grain by grain
in earthy dirt - to find my being’s ground.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
They say three can keep a secret, if two of them are dead
Secrets could be simple, if they weren't the type worth being spread
You can bury secrets, I'm sure you're shocked to hear it's true.
But dont dream you'll finish digging, until they first have buried you.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Every time I feel
like I hit rock bottom,
life brings me something
that makes my smile blossom.
And with a smile on my lips,
I carry on with the digs.
And after that smile
turns back into a frown,
I look around and realize
I'm even further down !
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
.Digging for my roots,
Through fragrant soil,
Rocks scrape my wrists,
Moving deeper,
Entangled in the maze,
Rich with the past,
My ancestors are lost in the dirt,
Their names forgotten, but they are there in my DNA,
Marking me with their gifts, their trauma, their choices,
I am not one,
I am many.
11/2017 by Leah Oviedo @ ImpowerYou.org
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:02 PM UTC
Go someplace, anyplace outdoors.
Dig, dig into the ground until you find something.
Something pure and true, covered in rust,
As antique as the day you were born.
Feel it, turn it in your palms.
Inspect it.
Discover all its little secrets and remember
Remember the past life, the one this came from,
Rejoice in the happy memories as well as the sorrowful.
But don't forget
Find, Rust, and Remember.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Your fingers were digging for gold
Right between my legs
My eyes were looking for a feeling
Right upon your face
But I didn't need your to tell me
I knew I was already a gold mine
And you an emotionless digger
-S
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 3:57 AM UTC
With the birds still singing
and the grass still green
I'm gonna put our problems behind me
With my heart still beating
and my brain still thinking
I'm gonna wash your face from my memory
With our kids still forgetting
and the money still coming
I'm gonna keep you away from the rest of my life
With the diggers still digging
and my children still weeping
I'm gonna get ready to join you
We will wait together
and watch our children,
Forever.
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
I think I fell
Into the hole I'd dug
Trying to fill the one I'd just
Climbed out of...
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC