#dirt
don't touch my pile of dirt
i'm hoping something will grow out of it
i put it in a special place,
under the window
next to my bed
there's one in the living room by the door
the cats don't mind
it's their chaos to cause
maybe they want something
to grow, too
so next time you come over,
pretend not to stare
at my favorite little dirt pile
sitting over there
winter was long,
so i brought earth indoors
when you go, take some with you
it's yours, it's yours
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 6:35 PM UTC
if i were a plant
i think i'd be a ****
in your garden
one of the pretty ones
like a dandelion
maybe you'd even
pluck me from the dirt
put me in a cup with water
like we used to do as kids
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 11:08 AM UTC
There you are
Sitting in your
Chair
With a stair
Beware
Says your breath
_Beware_
_Beware_
You declare
Unbeknownst
This may be your very last _breath_
You sit there
With your stare
Sit there and declare
_Beware _
_ Beware _
Because i wouldn't dare
Stare back
Stare back
I stare
As you drain your spit
Down your throat
Drain you spit
Like you know
You don't know
You don't know
_Beware_
I stare
This could be
Your very last
Breath
I declare
You're just a man
_Huh_ ?
What is a man
We declare people men
That aren't so deserving
I declare you are dirt
Dirt
Dirt
Filth
I was young
So young
I ate dirt
Dirt
Thinking it was my friend
I ate dirt
Letting me pretend
I ate dirt
I was just a thing
A mess
A pile of blood
And clumps
And broken bits
You were dirt
Pretending to be
A man
I was lost
I didn't understand
I ate the dirt
The dirt
My clumps
Sa
n
k
into
My blood
My bits
Never quite
The right mix
With filth
And your grits
I grit my teeth
I grit
Never release
Pending dirt
Underneath
I bite
I swallow
_Hallow _
_Hallow_
Cold air
Cold
Air
Flowing
T H Rm O U eG H
a man
A man
You don't understand
A man
A man
Taking a stand
From his chair
His chair
Heaven beware
He doth declare
Declare
No
No
No
You
Are
Dirt
Dirt
Filth
It never works
Nothing
Nothing
Beneath my feet
I will never eat
Beneath my feet
I will never eat
I declare
My final
Deepest
_beware_
I declare
Watching spit
Sip down your throat
Watching it go
Go
And go
There you stand
I declare
This may be
Your final breath
Beneath my feet
Dirt is there
I stomp and stomp
_Beware_
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 2:47 AM UTC
rip my skin that clings
rebirth is not free of hurt
slip into beastly binge
all flowers need a little dirt
cradle what i can’t amend
can’t love but i can flirt
trace back all my steps
see what’s worth the work
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 9:49 AM UTC
Same old day, just another spin
one more way that I could win;
if I could learn to play the game.
Lease our lives until we’re old,
take a bribe to sell our souls,
does it count without a name?
We’re not going to make a sound
we’re not going to show our hurt.
We’re just two people treading ground
until we reach the other side of the dirt.
I’m fully medicated and still I’m stressed
even if I was sedated I’d still be pressed,
“even in a cage a lion’s still a lion.”
Trick my eyes to view the horizon blue
with a sunshine filled with brilliant hues;
it’s a manifesting trick that I’m trying.
We’re not going to thrash and drown,
we’re not going to bleed through our shirt.
We’re just two people treading ground
until we reach the other side of the dirt.
We’re not adorned and crowned,
we not going to smile and flirt.
We’re just two people treading ground
until we reach the other side of the dirt.
We’re not going to make a sound
we’re not going to show our hurt.
We’re just two people treading ground
until we reach the other side of the dirt.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:39 AM UTC
If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.
Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.
Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.
Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.
Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.
Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.
Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.
If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.
Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
Haiku – My Style
Enough Haikus yes
I need to write more my style
Only what I know
Haiku – Words of Pain
Get back to rhyming
Let my words flow like the rain
Back to words of pain
Haiku – Save the Dirt
Put my head in dirt
Don’t know why it must hurt so
Maybe save the dirt
Haiku – OCD’s
OCD for me
Look at me now going now
OCD I see
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 10:48 PM UTC
I take the sidewalk
and my feet are uneven.
I'll take the dirt path.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 7:57 PM UTC
I had an odd dream wherein there was the Love.
The Love that I had never met afore.
The Love where I drew in again, again.
The Love I’ve only heard or not before.
The Love for which the world is not enough.
The Love that makes me bite my lips in full.
The Love that is triumphally triumphed.
My so dreamlike Love and trully thankful.
My Love where is no dirt and falsehood.
The Love which has no other base than love...
But my dream’s passed and I’m left alone with
Alien, so ****** feather-brained Unlove.
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
Churned by cream
Sweet
Oh, but it is
A rose
Dipped in butter
Translucent yellow
Melting into fleshy
Pink
Punctuated thinly
On the edges
Where dirt might get
Into a fingernail
Showing a line
Where color meets
Love of a rose
Singing the sweet and salt
Of butter on
My olfactory
Tongue to the
Earthy fragrance
Only a rosey delight
Gives
To my sight
You are one
Of a kind
My butter Rose
May 28, 2025
May 28, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
I want to rip my skin clean off
Rip my flesh off
Show off my carcass and shout to the world
"See me! See me ****** and broken
See my nervous system flail below me
and love me anyway!"
I feel no connection to the flesh
I feel little hesitation digging my fingernails into it
The pain, however, gives me pause
It resets my mind, unforgiving and real, informing me
"It isn't over
you do not need to mangle yourself
to be known
to be loved"
I am a mosaic of everything
Everyone I have loved
Everything I have loved
I fall apart easy
I make myself into art easier
When I am raw, would someone notice?
Would someone spare me more than a passing glance?
Would they want to turn away?
Would my bones give more pause than my flesh?
See me
See my hurt
Feel my hurt
Know it
Know me
Know who I am
Know what I love
Or at least don't leave
Just listen
Or pretend to
Or don't
I don't mind
Stay
Stay sometimes
Stay every once in a while
Every blue moon
Step into my blood and drink for a while
Take my carcass
Take my flesh
Take my blood
Take my breath
Take my love
Just don't take yourself away from me
I am not scary
My desperation does not make me fearsome
I am not awful
I am not horrid
I am me
I am
I am
I am
I am
Who am I?
Am I the girl who breathes?
The person who sleeps?
The man who writes endlessly?
The woman crying in a cafe somewhere?
The stray cat during a rainstorm?
The teenager at a payphone?
The teenager staring at the world?
A man looks at his wife on the beach
He says to her
"Look at the world
no, really, look.
I know I see,
but what do you see?
She smiles at him
Tucks her sweaty hair behind her ear
and speaks in music
"I see hope
and I see pain
I see more
and I see again"
He doesn't understand what that means
Maybe she doesn't, either
but he sees the stars in her eyes
and feels what he does not know
"I see you
when you look of at the horizon
I think I see you more in those moments
than I ever do otherwise.
What do you dream of?
When you stare like that?"
She hums like starlight
Ponders like a calm, wondering shore
"I dream of my flesh," She begins sweetly
"Of what the dirt will see
when I am beneath it.
That will be the only time
I will be unable to know myself."
He doesn't understand what that means either
but his heart does
She does
Her rawness does
Her bones do
They smile together at him, one in his love
He smiles back, unflinching
Drinking her in
Never looking away
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
From here, four thousand feet down
The Rocky Mountain Range
As winter subsides and spring begins
Purples and whites among the forest, up there, from here
My shaded porch by a hundred years old ash
I see where I once was, high above.
From here, as the tick, toc, tick, toc
Snuck through the air of time
As the children lost their wonder
The fancy climbing, the hold on tight
Of a tree swing dangled, beckoned
Them. They lost their spark
From here at this distance I see it all stuffed in the dirt of time.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
lilly white lies
patterned in the dirt
hoof trodden
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
the pink clouds move slow
slow like i was tricked by the years
gleaming over grass i walked
by feet
small in saturday's shoes
sharp patch grass and dirt that stuck to my back
replaced by the warmth of wood chips
familial love reflects off the set up sign
swaying on the lawn
i feel its burn in my eyes
the ice cream man drives by
i guess the best flavor isn't in stock anymore
the sun keeps setting on my dreams to escape
i already woke up from it all
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 3:09 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
Back together?
How wonderful!
But I have just one question,
For the man in the picture.
When you swore not to return,
And cursed her as a *****
Did you not mean it at all?
My friend, what happened to the dirt you talked?
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
So many days before
the warm-wind is back,
and I am looking for angels
beneath the dirt of my lawn,
where I sleep and dance and pray
in June;
I open my mouth and scream
into the ground,
so only the bugs and dead things know
what I am afraid of:
that tomorrow I will be older
and still know nothing.
-Ellery Rose
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC
The stains won't go away
Scour your palms til they bleed
The bone shows through
As you dream to be born anew
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 1:36 PM UTC
We ran
From something
Unseen. We were
Two, a man and a woman
River flowed red
He is steel. And her tears
Bullets. We are
Bayonets and gun barrels
The earth flourished
With steel, straight statues
Of trees and undergrowth
A perennial memorial
Buried, we were
Under the earth
Meant to last forever
Meant to simply be
Red silence
Enveloped the world
My brothers...
Glided between the trees
Creatures joined
Those of all kinds, prowl
Across the land
Around their brothers
The earth split
We are the valleys. Gashes
Along the veins of the earth
Runs red like streams and fountains
Wounds dried and flaking
Freely beasts roamed
Lands demarcated
Trampled, trodden
We are echoes
Within the canyons. We stalk
Like spirits, like steel
Behind fervor, behind craze
They lost
Time was forgotten
Time was reclaimed
Remade
We do not know time
We do not sow
We do not reap
We do not see
We do not hear
The world is never silent
But the underground is
How would you feel
If you knew that
The world was hollow
Held up by rifles...
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 7:39 AM UTC
It was once clean
Filled with clear rain water
Mirroring your reflection
People not noticing its beauty
Stomped on it
Corrupted it with their shoes
The clear puddle was now brown
And *****
Small children wanted to play with it
But their mothers refused, as it was too filthy
But weren't they the reason the puddle was *****
The children haven't done anything wrong
Yet they blame someone else
For what they have not done
And the puddle was left alone
Sad
With no one to admire it
And slowly but surely
It evaporated
Only to be replaced over and over again
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 8:24 AM UTC
We ran
From something
Unseen. We were
Two, a man and a woman
River flowed red
He is steel. And her tears
Bullets. We are
Bayonets and gun barrels
The earth flourished
With steel, straight statues
Of trees and undergrowth
A perennial memorial
Buried, we were
Under the earth
Meant to last forever
Meant to simply be
Red silence
Enveloped the world
My brothers...
Glided between the trees
Creatures joined
Those of all kinds, prowl
Across the land
Around their brothers
The earth split
We are the valleys. Gashes
Along the veins of the earth
Runs red like streams and fountains
Wounds dried and flaking
Freely beasts roamed
Lands demarcated
Trampled, trodden
We are echoes
Within the canyons. We stalk
Like spirits, like steel
Behind fervor, behind craze
They lost
Time was forgotten
Time was reclaimed
Remade
We do not know time
We do not sow
We do not reap
We do not see
We do not hear
The world is never silent
But the underground is
How would you feel
If you knew that
The world was hollow
Held up by rifles...
Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
Too many people take
The shortcut home; the one to make
Your journey
No more than thirty
Seconds shorter. It may
Be dirt now, your everyday
Pathway,
But I’d just like to
Bring you
To the past,
When this path was still grass.
When the lawn was green
And lush,
Before people’s needs to rush
Became more
Important than the lives on the floor.
Maybe if you just took
A look
On the ground,
Then around
You for another road,
Then the grass wouldn’t have the load,
The weight of your body on them
Once you step upon them.
Make a pass
On the grass.
Take a different path
To avoid the plant’s bloodbath.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 7:17 AM UTC
I buried a bird at sunset
To teach its elder’s some respect
As bundles of familiar feathers swooped
singing scornful songs of incomplete youth
I knew where they’d been at time of death.
I denied the cat the flightless fallen body
Siblings guarding silently as I tore up flower beds
With a piece of broken tile and old weeds left in a pile
Solemn is the hand that carves the final nest.
I buried them with nothing more than three sprigs of lavender,
& fluffy baby feathers splattered with dirt
I wished only empty bellied, good-hearted scavengers
Would carry them to a better nurturing earth.
Tucked into blankets of leaves and mud
I wondered what god they feared, if any
Tying twisted twigs together with reeds & blood
a wonky cross to tell the worms they’re ready.
Loud is the crying fowl that pushed the flightless
Like pitted berries bulging through drooling chins
A clumsy stork is unburdened by lightness,
like the absence of young wings in the wind.
I hope when I am weak in breath & bone
With no children nor chirping to mourn my vessel empty
Someone might lay me down with three sprigs of lavender & a stone
And wonder what god I feared, if any.
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 10:42 AM UTC
And the steam is gone,
Clean now — everything.
But the tub.
Dirt days and dirt of the day
Ring around the tub,
Stays, a conjunction,
And, but, Baby is gone with the water.
We notice the dirt, the after bath aftermath,
Or I notice the dirt, because it is just me,
And the steam is gone.
Draining is slow:
A clog of pocket watches;
Lovers’ tresses;
First communion necklaces;
And flecks of sparrows’ wings.
The sparrows know better,
Bathing in the sand, brake dust,
The gutter grit.
The irons,
Dirt-day rings around my ankles, a conjunction.
Too fettered to flap like the sparrow,
To shake-shiver filthy clean.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:54 AM UTC
The sticky sap crawls down my limbs
Violating the purity of flowers and foliage all around
I want to become one with the trees
One with the garden and dirt
From which I sprouted.
I look at the crimson endlessly pouring from my wound.
It lets me know that for now I am still human.
Not yet plant or earth but soon.
Soon I will be.
Maybe the creatures
will have families and love
So in death I could have
What I could not receive in life.
My bones will finally be a home
that they never were for me.
Aug 12, 2024
Aug 12, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC