#do
limitation is relative
relative is joined to everything
everything knows no limits
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC
what i used to say was
why don't you care anymore?
but it seems so clear now that you never did
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
my old adage
poetry is where you find it,
in every room in the house,
every egress and exit,
the passing conversation
the desultory and the methodical,
the overheard and the under heard
the riff, and tha raff.
many/not all/ children
are climbers;
a mountainous boulder in the Central Park,
the steps of the nearest Mesoamerican pyramid,
staircases with rooftop adventurous unknowns,
there exists within many a child, the urgency,
the compulsion to climb
the ignorance of risk,
is a specialty uniquely
native to the very young,
and disappears much sooner than later
when the fear of heights
becomes an early adult onset intuitive,
sensory privation noticeably in the
low legs suddenly gone weak
but when you are the ripe old age of
5, 6, 7, 8, or even an odd nine year old child
the tuition of intuition of gravity has not yet been fully paid,
and scrapes and bruises are boo hoo here today,
and though unwanted,
are ****** gone on by the morrow morn,
so any structure exist for the pleasuring of a thrilling
challenge.
(‘tis no accident that thrill and spill rhythmically rhyme)
my point made.
yet my seniority perspective inward on highest alert,
as the granddaughter and the grand~niece
scramble up,
a high up shelf behind the family table,
a shelf that was either deemed useful or decorative,
but no one longer remembers the plain danger of
something being being there,
at the precise height
of reachable
and yet dangerous!
that makes my half century warning bells go off
like a firehouse alarm
then
I hear the young parents calling out calmly, perhaps, even wisely,
do you have a plan to get down?
in contradiction to my experienced instinct
to run, to preserve, to protect
the inocentes from the risks that only
the protectorate of old grown ups can future envision instantaneously,
and tethering seat belts are
never where you would like them to be,
a teachable moment,
a life long skilling being put in place,
and when so inquired,
they scramble down
with unforeseen ease
by jumping down
fearlessly from
their latest attainments
the day will come
that a bone be broke,
but not a heart or
a mind,
they are learning
forever
not to be afraid,
when
ya gotta plan
to occasionally know how to step down. carefully,
when you gotta
just keep climbing,
higher and higher.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 2:32 AM UTC
you destroy me every day
like a cancer in my bones
my own body eating me away until there is only the dust of you
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
I do not know what to say,
I can't keep quiet yet!
When I see you, I want to run away
Remember this, let me disappear!
I'm burning up like a spark in the night.
Nothing to say? Then be quiet.
Your gaze beckons and intoxicates,
It hurts my heart! It will lure you into the distance...
April 21, 2026
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
To do or not to do
I am ****** either way
Because regret will follow me one way and the unknown another
Perhaps I am doomed to fly, wax-coated feathers and all
Doomed to soar over a world I will never hold
And in a moment have it ripped from my mortal grip in the fall
But yet maybe the Earth is my punishment, my wound
Gravity and his hands always grasping and pulling
My fear of flying my folly to fall
It is of no matter if I do it or I don’t
The time will pass anyway.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
from the musky mist
of anonymous readers,
all takers of low repute,
stopper-by's on a voyage of
self pleasuring
I give you my pain,
my infrequent joy,
my five sensory historical compilation
of voyeuring into
a multi-felled, a multi-celled
organism
and u can't lift a finger
to acknowledge
your presence
here is my rule of opposable thumbs,
Mary Elizabeth,
read not the last line,
read not the last chapter
like a novel,
a cheap way,
a teenage way to
decide what to read
if you read a poem all the way thru,
top to bottom,
if it holds you enough to make you
go thru
the whole of a body of art,
if you hated it or loved it,
or just sniff indiff
the mere fact that it held you
the mere fact that you held it,
means that in some manner
you liked it, or it captured
your lazy eye
so don't be a lazy ****
click the like button,
otherwise
you are just a john or a *****
did you like that last line?
2:48 am
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC
chocolate smile
forever melting
a licking of lips
sweet reminisce
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
Eu tinha um mundo inteiro pra te contar,
cheguei a rabiscar cada segredo em páginas que o vento levou.
Estraguei tudo antes mesmo de ter a chance de falar,
mas sei… foram as mãos de Deus guiando cada passo meu.
Você me era permitido, mas não me cabia.
Por que demorei tanto pra ver?
Teríamos poupado o coração de tanto frio.
Com outra garota, viva os planos que fizemos em silêncio,
ela seguirá caminhos que talvez eu não alcance.
Cada sonho de casamento, cada saidinha, cada roupa combinando…
ainda florescerá,
mas em outro jardim, sob outro céu.
Sorrio com o que rolou,
porque nunca imaginamos que o amor que chamávamos de “nosso” teria fim.
Viva cada instante,
não olhe para trás,
não carregue a “gente” nas lembranças.
Não quero ser sombra no seu futuro,
mas peço, leve comigo um pedaço da nossa conexão…
ela sempre encontrará seu caminho,
mesmo que seja em silêncio,
mesmo que seja distante,
mesmo que seja apenas memória doce nos cantos do coração.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
I chose you over a blunt over a 5th of liquor I chose you over a family over a life I chose you all these women I chose you such a big planet I chose you what a small world I chose you sleepless night silent cries I chose you kingdoms world wars I chose you I chose you over everything I chose you over God I chose you over life over death I chose you Mariah you are mine I chose you walk the walk talk the talk I chose you silence no friends no woman just you because I chose you near death I chose you dying alone only because I chose you I love you Mariah I won't give up i chose you so choose me heil king Z
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
the last smile
the last hug
the last text
the last walk to school together
the last skip in the rain
the last heartbreak
the last kiss of fourteen
for my birthday
the last time you slipped your hand from mine
the last time you left me
the last promise
broken
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:31 PM UTC
i had memorized
the way
that you walked along the left side
and how the biker guy every morning
always rung his bell at you;
i'd watch from all the way across the field
and we'd run
from opposite sides
to meet each other in the middle
but i was most times
the faster runner
i still know the way you blink
when you don't get something in class
and if you hadn't switched
your history
i would be watching
i still remember the way you'd write
confidently;
you knew i believed you
when you said
"i love you."
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 9:15 PM UTC
my love
and the girl with the most
******* gorgeous heart
and eyes:
you may not think
i think about you every day
you probably don't for me;
yes
you deserve more than me
someone who'll message you back
right away
who lives in your timezone
and sees all your texts
i might only be conceptual to you
though you've seen me
in pixels
i might be theoretical
or ai
i'm as good as a stranger, i would know
i wonder if you know that
i miss you
all the time
when you aren't there
and i can almost imagine you
lying awake
when i'm waiting
for your message
back through the thousand miles
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
vivi
this will be the millionth-to-last time
i write about you
again;
this will be the time
when i say my heart breaks every time i see you
and i miss you like the moon is always only in earth's orbit,
and i miss you like hell,
love
i miss you
and i love you too
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 7:32 PM UTC
bandwagons sold a penny a dozen
too many to choose from
so you jump from one to another
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:11 AM UTC
yes a daily first questioning of the day, at the same time,
same place!
6:00AM and in my face.
a philosophical and social question,
a rejiggering of
a rigging triggering reminder rigorous!
of your need to proof one’s
continued human existence,
the value
thereof,
urgently needy to justify your self,
to your self,
Herein,
A Proof,
by allowing your eternal internal spark
your sparking sparkling justification for
you to probe and prove, why chance made
made you for a good and for better,
and not for nought, by
creating something new,
you add oxygen to our shared atmosphere,
making all, our breathing intended to be better….
just a tad easier <nml>
~and the day begins~
with an answered
Yes!
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
they are stored in clear or clouded, states of liquidity,
kept in Mason jars or empty milk gallon jugs,
perhaps their exterior container,
needs an occasional rag wipe,
but the character of the
content fermenting,
never + always,
achanging
<>
to read and write:
my particular & peculiar muses awaken me,
@ 3:50 am, which is when the hootenanny,
commences, with an open mike
for you to share!
for at the hoedown barn dance
in the town of my mind,
tones of slapping toes,
hand clapping,
foot stomping,
stolen kisses,
shy glances,
free~given
that would waken any red blooded poet to instant alertness
<>
this then my “intro” to this,
a new day:
my field’s fertility of rows of planted poems,
survive 3 foot snow coverings fallen,
(my mixed tape of dreams)
and green shoots busting
out of loamy soil with
its equal-proportions
of sand-silt- n’ clay,
sweet and salty
nouns & verbs
of fine herbs
<>
there is no such thing
as too many poems,
even no-good ones,
just, many *****
boors booing~hooing
skewering & slurring,
deadwords freshly spawning
from the polluted ponds of small minds
and distempered abhorrent
arrogance
<>
and I thank anyone still who
politely inquires,“do I still write poems?”
“why yes,”
me replies,
“with simple syrup certainty,
for I’m always continuously
searching for my
perfect epitaph,
my next poem,
my last poem,
to take with
me to the
gravity of
my grave,
come for a visit,
to hear me last~laughing,
way out loud…”
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
Late in life
consciousness softening to so fine,
some fretting for money sake, suckering
dingdingding alarm all to arms, to arms, awake
a woken giant, just as justice was about just guess,
whom to pin the tail on, whose wonder years,
had no screens, if you don't count oscillator wave
rectification representing signal strength, we thunk
splash ripple popped fifteen famous minutes, once
we could kinda tune in to countries in Africa, once
we heard people happy to become national once
births of nations, happened several times, Dubcek
spechekslopif if if if only actual Max Headroom real
wasation sensation tic tac TOE the line, balance matters
at this point, testing precisely the one everity, are we or
were we once certain we comprehended boundless mercy?
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
have mined so oft my core,
it is quite the hugest bore,
this morning, a rare overflow,
the poems drop like sniffles,
wet rom!com teardrops,
and plenty more to follow,
as my storage unit runneth over,
and the author-o-rities
complain I’ve taken too much space
on the internet’s gigga~giggle~light~bytes;
but the stomach reminds mas, mas,
so I’ll wander to the kitsch~en
for some stocky sticky whipped
almond/peanut butter, which has proven
the most effective stopper of
my fingertips, them compositional angels,
and dem muses, who beg me for to lick
my fingers, to distract me from working them overtime
no sense of humor, those amusing muses…
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
Could someone please take me from here
There is a house on my wall with the lights on
I keep waiting as if someone will appear
I stand at the door, swaying with ease
Still waiting for it all to go wrong
Could someone please take me from here
It's wrapped in vines and dead leaves
Built to last, all its stubborn locks
I keep waiting as if someone will appear
Seasons pass, and I pull at my sleeves
I have longed as days have gone
Could someone please take me from here
Eyes closed, still the shape is clear
I stand where the door was drawn
I keep waiting as if someone will appear
I can never know if they will hear
This stillness of mine, a wish to belong
Could someone please take me from here
I keep waiting as if someone will appear
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 6:16 PM UTC
all on the road home
some have wandered far away
some are resting by the way
some are forging ahead
some are completely lost
and at times I have been all these
and will be again
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
i knew that you found my account at
the start;
you read all my poems and talked to me
and you asked all the time if i was alright
i knew that you knew
and vice versa,
but
L,
are you
still there?
i haven't heard from you in so long.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 6:07 PM UTC