#five
Sit…
but don’t get comfortable
five minutes is all I can survive of you.
Poetry does not need more
to lose itself
to spin like a drunken dervish
until the world slips off its axis.
Five minutes…
to press against the naked body of the page,
to leave a mark
that won’t heal clean.
So come closer
Love me in fragments of time,
in breaths that almost burn,
in that quiet place
where touch becomes confession.
Let your presence lean into mine
just enough
to disturb the silence beneath my skin.
Then go
Disappear
like something forbidden,
like a sin that refuses to stay
but never really leaves.
Don’t linger…
you’ll ruin it.
I don’t need eternity
eternity is for cowards
who fear the violence of moments.
Give me instead
your nearness…
sharp, fleeting,
dangerously unfinished.
Because I carry in my pocket
a small, innocent matchbox
and with one strike
of you against me,
I can set
entire worlds
on fire.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 1:15 AM UTC
and my agent calls with
seriously bad news,
I am aging out,
losing shoots
to 15 yr. old teenage girls,
who can look like their nineteen,
for maybe,
five more years (joke)
alas, there is no cosmetic device.
to reverse the osmosis of time,
that works well enough in my
"new age bracket"
unlike the multitude of products
that can cake you ten years older,
there are no touches or hints
that make you ten years younger
when your twenty five...
once you've crossed the line,
trying to pre-tense look like a Younger,
is just not of interest or consideration
of studios and photographers who
freely admit they like really
their girls "genuinely youthful"
weep not, body's hot, lots of rich guys
lining up outside the apartment complex,
looking up at my windows excitedly,
ain't thst s laugh,
pointing fingers from fancy Lambo's
can there be so many jerks?
igzactly,
pass on the ***** that seem to multiply
like whatever, can't be bothered to pick
a metaphorical adjective to adequately dis
them, proper,
so I just move on…
be an actress they suggest,
but the hordes of attractive
mid-twenties is a little longer than
it takes to say "no thanks,'
and experience is not listed,
as a contact in my address book
and got enough stress,
don't you add duress!
off to think, maybe write,
will let you know how it all turn out,
and how I will earn my living,
important,
but finding my.creativity's voice,
satisfying myself and others,
gives me a host of plenty
newish thinks to undress…
honestly
bc
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
The salt air reminds me of the time I was five
And dad took us to the beach
I almost drowned
In the frigid water I’d just
Wanted to play with the waves
Sometimes I’m five again
When I spot a seagull flying high
And wonder if it was there that day
When I hear the crashing water
And ask myself what went wrong
When I feel sand under my toes
And know it’ll always be a part of me
I’m back at the beach
With my dad and my brother
And the salt water tastes the same
As the campfire in the forest
As the books on my nightstand
As the house I don’t recognize
As the way it’ll never be the same
The little girl tumbles over
And over
And over
Until she’s pulled out gasping yet silent
Tearful yet breathing
Now I stand again on the beach
With my dad and my brother
And stare at the waves
That’ll always be here long
After the five year old girl is
Gone
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
I trended for five minutes,
Not a single minute more.
And yet those five minutes,
Are the best five minutes,
That I've ever had before.
Dec 15, 2024
Dec 15, 2024 at 7:41 PM UTC
For all these years,
One lesson learnt:
The Line:
Pioned.
The ethereal days:
Forgotten.
The stones and the grass:
Substantial.
Every vision, henceforth,
A mark.
You are a venerable student of The Line,
Why not see it as Peter Paul Rubens saw it?
Why not see it as Osman saw it?
Why not see it as Rembrandt saw it?
Why not see it as old Blake saw it?
Why not see it as Sandro saw it?
Why not see it as Hermes Trismegistus saw it?
Why not see it as old Palmer saw it?
Why not see it as Marc Chagall saw it?
Why not see it as Jackson ******* saw it?
Why not see it as Hiram Abiff saw it?
A vision of The Line,
As the old masters saw it.
Come,
Let us sit.
Let us burn firewood.
Let us practice The Line within chambers of the mind.
If you remain studious, deep into the night,
You shall hold the mark.
You shall part the waters.
You shall move between the swells.
You shall till the earth,
Striking iron against iron,
Creating new Lines!
And when you master the six realms of sight,
And wear the seven, sacred heads in the afterlife,
Remember Hermes Trismegistus
And those who stand at the centre of The Line.
Dec 2, 2022
Dec 2, 2022 at 8:13 PM UTC
Dear five, without you
I would not be here.
For my mom was born
In your month of May.
And my dad was born
On the fifth of June.
Both of my siblings
And I make a five
Person family crew.
My bank account would
Be empty, but for
Five random dollars
I’ve managed to save.
Would you consider
Inspiring more than
Just me? With your great
Set of multiples?
Without ten, fifteen,
Twenty-five, oh where
Would we be? Dear five,
You’re so important
To all, not just me.
May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 6:45 PM UTC
If one is inert
And ten is a breakthrough
You and I, in concert,
Add to a beautiful two.
If red is progress
And yellow is obscene
Us two, coalesced,
Somehow craft a verdant green.
With the earth above
And the sky below
I’d make a pretty dove
And you a peaceful doe.
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 10:50 PM UTC
kites riding the eastern breeze
inner child hiding in the canopy of leaves
singing to the tune of the birds
lies being highlighted by the omnipresent sun
bring to light what you buried, sweeter than my metaphorical cherry
you cannot escape what you have done, you must remember the ones you have shunned
even if it's only to take note of, what not to do
even if it feels too much, I know you could
even if the world is too rushed, you know what to do
going down the wormhole, deep dive
my memories come in handy, high five
to save my sanity as I live life
getting my light underneath the full moon
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 10:47 AM UTC
Five and Diego being two of my favorites in The Umbrella Academy is kinda hilarious because it's like:
One of them is a brash boy whose mom makes him smiley face pancakes.
And one of them is a jaded, stone-cold badass who could **** you a thousand different ways.
AND IT'S NOT THE ONE YOU THINK IT IS.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 3:30 PM UTC
Onlyfans has made me realize something about myself
If any of my friends come up to me and say
“hey for 5 bucks you can see me naked”
Hell why not
Aug 28, 2020
Aug 28, 2020 at 8:14 PM UTC
Lift the crumb-sized bit to your lips,
Hesitate until it's too late for hesitation,
Fold to tongue and absorb those tasty, harmless
Spider footprints and germatic warzones.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:32 AM UTC
My blockchain locks war out.
By exectutive order,
war is not legal.
War is out lawed, right of conquest is negated,
will ye **** me for knowing war is a reason
liars made up for payback.
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mundanityrealistic every day regular stuff at
the level of muons appearing in places
we expected muons to be,
we see
as we saw, you see
about .3 sec ago, you know, you are determined
to read this line and wonder did you read
read or the past tence
red
as a flavor is a harmonic device in simplificity
ifity bop.
ifity boo, ifty ever after now, who are you?
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 8:15 PM UTC
By Arcassin B.
Standing here,
Naked & afraid , no time just for being here,
you're alone with all your,
your secrets,
all your secrets,
but they're not secrets anymore , you pushed more than
you pulled for sure,
is your mind intact ? Are you prepared for war?
I moved out of the state just be with you,
and your sad dog and snowy days that could have threw me off,
but I'm use to it.
I could and will do it.
I'm glad its just cold , you know i hate it when it rains,
your eyes pour water but its all ice in your veins,
you could've been the black wonder woman,
miss independent woman,
you don't need me to make you believe.
Starry Eyes,
bored and wanting more, I just don't know how to breath,
with your eyes their,
drawn on me,
their drawn on me,
but you're not looking anymore ,to see you walk up out that door,
baby are you mad? Could you get mad some more?
I traveled miles just to be with you,
and your sad dog and snowy days that could have threw me off,
but I'm use to it.
I could and will do it.
I'm glad its just cold , you know i hate it when it rains,
your eyes pour water but its all ice in your veins,
you could've been the black wonder woman,
miss independent woman,
you don't need me to make you believe.
©abpoetry2020
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
I.
my friendship is yellow
my friendship is being your favorite color
II.
you are falling and you don’t realize until you hit the bottom and your fingernails have dirt underrate them from digging and digging because your skin has been white-hot burning for so long the air against your skin as you free fall felt like relief
III.
and i know i was alive once because i can still hear ocean waves crashing in my ears
IV.
flickering embers
distorted by ***** wine glasses
you aren’t here
but i’m starting to think you never were
V.
through the swaying leaves of almost-summer,
not yet humid but enough to wear your favorite green sandals,
enough where you are not yet care-free,
but you can almost taste it
like strawberry juices dripping down your chin
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
Valentine's Day is quickly approaching
I have not one clue
What I could get you to show you I care
Or worthy thing I could do
Because you deserve more than I can afford
What I can make with my hands
I am broke so my options are limited
You are one person who understands
That's why we are perfect for eachother
If we are together that's all we need
In tune with the others thoughts
Minds can practically read
Above all we cherish our love
Put our relationship first
Endured a lot of ups and downs
Withstood the very worst
After five Cupids Days united
Only care that you are mine
The way celebrated doesn't matter
As long as you're my Valentine
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 12:45 AM UTC
_Up
At five,
Rummaging
For matching socks;
I meet my train, asymmetrically dressed._
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
Count to ten
Let your temper go away
At the first second, or knock yourself out
At the second slices away the cake, count the next one
The third second comes after a day of the second coming before it
The fourth one, wait for near a five-second stop between minute indents
Sixth, seven, then comes eight
Where's nine, close to your thumb
It's in your pocket asking for seconds
Before it is ten seconds, you're out of time.
So, before you get angry
Count to ten
Continent...
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Ripped shirt,
but I am still
running with all my might
through this house who's doors are all locked,
to Light.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC