#halfway
butterfly wing, still wet
the grass bends
a shadow
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
a cat, they say
both dead and alive, in a sway
trapped in the box
become a metaphysical paradox
a flask of death, a trigger tick
a game of chance, so cold, so sick
they call me life, they call me death
but no one asks to hear my breath
a man, I say
become the halfway
let his atoms hum and twitch
become the theorist’s broken glitch
see how you like the in-between
will you then be so keen
maybe then you’ll see the cost,
see the life lost
seal the box, install the locks
put a man in that box
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
I have written thousands of letters,
I have written hundreds of nights,
And I have seen two lovers fight —
But they’re not fighting with each other,
Still, they are lovers in my story.
I have watched them talking,
A few lies and a thousand truths.
I have written their story,
I have decorated their glory.
That’s all I have given to them,
This is all I would leave behind.
But that’s not all they deserve,
And I will try again for them.
I will write their story again for them.
I would burn all the ashes for them,
Without paying any mind.
I would try to write their names together,
But I know I can’t spell it forever.
Still, I would continue writing their story,
I would write it like a song,
I would sing it like a poem,
I would say it like they’re gods —
In the hope that somehow, they can be together.
But they can’t be the same lovers,
Because, as I said before,
They’re fighting, but not with each other.
They’re complaining, but not about each other.
They’re crying about their lovers
Who left them halfway.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I followed the vestiges of your footsteps,
everything is a chrysalis of memories and forgetting.
It was you,
who unfolds a life halfway through my existence; I wish I wasn't there in your forgetting.
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC
Halfway there
Then I turn around
Start walking west
But I hit the ground
And I don't get back up
I turn to my side
Elbow underneath
As the I watch the Sun pry
The gravel digs in
I turn on my back
Lie on my arm
Make it all pitch-black
I keep 'em open
When I hear sounds
Engines revving
It's about to go down
I crawl outta the way
My palms scraped and ******
Was lying on the dirt
But my jeans got muddy
Lights fly past
They show me a way
So I tie up my hair
And start walking straight
I'm still halfway there
But I turn my feet
Start walking north
Now there's grass underneath
How could one find me,
In this mess of a field?
Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 3:12 PM UTC
Totally submerged in an ocean of fear
I lay my heart on the line
Those three little words I am desperate to hear
I feel like you're no longer mine
Shallow breath razor sharp in my throat
Puddles of tears soak the floor
In a flood of pain and I can't float
So I drown until I wash ashore
Halfway to Hell
No way to turn back
So we stop right where we are
Have no idea how we got so off track
I just know that distance is too far
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 10:32 AM UTC
as you purse your cherry lips,
i steal a glance
and witness the beauty
that you are.
i’m half-awake
and you’re half-asleep;
we could meet halfway—
as long as we know
where we are headed.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time
Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down
A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal
You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down
Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top
But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down
I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC
he does everything halfway.
he laughs halfway:
chuckles travel halfway into my ear before he
clamps down a hand,
covering his charming calamity,
interrupting his intricate melody
-- half my mind melts into quicksand.
( it consumes and engulfs
the halfway bits of you i see;
i can't have you, but even little bits
are good enough for me. )
he touches halfway:
reaches in for a hug but halts his motion,
as if i could burn him with half a breath.
he always settles for a hand on my shoulder,
or a bump at my side,
or a hesitant high five.
he touches halfway, but somehow
with just a tentative touch,
holes shaped like his eyes
are hammered into my heart.
his footsteps stain
every crevice of my brain
-- i can no longer clean myself of him.
he lies halfway:
he used to.
told me he loved me but
forgot to act like it.
smiled at me like i hung the moon
-- like i could scramble across skies,
searching for the brightest stars,
just to ****** them up and
serve them to him on a silver platter.
( i could, would.
but half my silver isn't enough
for your platinum-plated
plastic pulse. )
he sweetly smiled at me,
its own sugar-like song serenading me
-- but he simply did the same
to anyone who bowed in his reign.
he lies halfway and it is enough,
for his lies to wrap their way,
halfway around my gut,
and trap my lungs just enough
that i grow used to a tight chest
and holding half my breath.
he does everything halfway.
but when he loves?
he doesn't love halfway,
he loves no way.
-- maybe for someone else.
( but not for me; not for half of me.
am i not worthy
of more than half of you? )
he loves no way:
not in the way he says he "cares"
nor in the way he shares
only filtered fragments of himself.
the halfway bits of him i see
do not combine to form a full body.
scatter and speck and silvers
of someone i thought i knew.
he loves no way,
( and i am half a fool always,
to settle so surreptitiously )
for half of any.
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 4:10 AM UTC
Maybe
If I write you
Enough poems
And send you
Enough texts
About the stupid
Dreams I have
And send you
Enough pictures
Of alpacas and
My pets
If I let you
Know through
Online poems how
Much you really mean
You'll come
Back home
And call me
That night
And we can
Meet up at
A ****** movie
Theater
Watch that new
Horror movie
Walk down to
A park and sit
And talk about
Our lives
You can show me
Khoshekh and
I'll show you
My new bangs
I know that
Will never happen
But I'll still
Dream it anyways
I know I'll
Never love you
And I know I'll
Never see you
But the world is
Getting colder
My faith is
Slowly dying
But I'm not
Giving up on you
Like they
Gave up on me
Love
I'll keep on
Trying
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Love is a weakness,
or so they say.
Is our love my strength?
because I often feel you never meet me halfway.
Why is it always the same person
who makes me feel the most loved, is the
one who has the power to rip my happiness away with a single look?
The one that holds me when I'm in shambles
and wipes away my tears
is the same person who caused them here.
I've always dreamed of a fairy tale romance,
and with you, I have wanted that for so long.
but given the circumstance,
soon I'll be gone.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
im halfway there
fifty percent
almost
the feeling has peaked
you have come out of hiding again
it's refreshing to see the black and white lines that make you
how they bend and connect
how you breathe and recollect
i never miss you so, because i know you're always here
binding the parts of me that don't really fit together
making peace within my brain
and rest within my soul
i never see quite as clear as when i'm near you
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
~
I'm standing here
In this doorway
Halfway between where I have been
And where I will go
And I can't help but cry tears of joy.
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
Halfway there.
There is no turning back.
I must push, shove, and climb to stay on track.
There is no failure.
No starting to slack.
Until I have earned my merit
I must not crack.
My dried tear stains.
My bloodied wounds.
Have been exposed.
There is nothing
and yet everything to loose.
Somehow a mustard seed of hope stays intact.
For I want to see my name in the first position plastered on that plaque.
It might be a selfish act
but to see how you'd react
would in fact please me.
We'd both know how much I tried to reach this place
Back when I was
Halfway there.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Oh! sprinkle those magic dust
As I close these misty eyes.
Let me dream big, offshore
Beyond galaxies galore!
Show me! The limit
As I fall, from the clouds...
As the stars dissolve,
While I grab them tight...
As the earth circles fast,
In a point, STOPS.
All afloat, stared in fear.
S L O W
. . . D E A F E N I N G M O T I O N . . .
Making gravity stick
In diameter line.
Dividing grounds in two.
"*Tis luck I got, facing the sky
while you, No! the ground...*"
Wanna live mid-ground, mid-sky.
But to see, while looking down on you,
I stabbed my self, killing
My dreams halfway, wasted.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
I caught a glance,
I thought you saw.
I know you from before,
you’re the boy my dreams draw.
Here I am down on earth,
there you are in the company of the moon.
You’re completely out of reach,
but I still dream to see you soon.
I’ve counted the nights
I’ve counted the stars
I’ll be catching fallen ones,
and put them in my jars.
Tired of wishing on shooting stars,
I’ll make it on my own.
Simply because, you’re my only dream
reality has ever known.
I’ll fly to the moon
with this star-made balloon.
And so here I am in the night sky
where my stars are city lights.
The farther I go,
the nearer I am to the risks I fright.
I kept going ‘til my stars lost flight
And so here I am,
halfway there
with you in sight.
I’ve got nothing to do
but wait here and stay,
while my mind countdowns ‘til the day.
I fell asleep with you in reach,
waiting for your rescue
because you’ve got my heart to teach.
This time I won’t leave.
This time I’d wait instead.
This time I’ll prove the promises
I haven’t even said.
Almost there,
but here I’ll stay.
Just wake me up,
when you’ve met me halfway.
a. gale
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC