#he
eating dogs and cats
raining cats and dogs
both ridiculous when taken literally
(but someone would have you believe it)
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
I’m going to express joy all day,
not ruminate.
today
is a new day,
and I’m a heartbeat away,
from removing the gray,
to keep the blues at bay.
Blowing apart at the seams,
writing out new dreams,
life is not as it seems.
as we walk through new streams,
the day ends under moonbeams,
with new schemes.
As a team,
we are building wind-beams,
over headstreams,
in our Air Stream;
full of steam—
and skinned knees.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
We decided to move
radically off-grid.
Becoming;
new lives in flight,
across 20 acres.
Old free time is now
new tree time.
With hope,
we saw
our way to the cabin.
Pausing,
a new silence
in the north
emerges.
Aging faces
inhabiting new spaces.
A forever
jump into
big grooves,
and Mother Nature’s
swimming pools…
I’m alive today.
And that will have to be enough.
I look up.
A rough and tough face
stained
with a new spring
dew.
With him beside me,
and ahead,
we forage.
New pioneers
or
green thumbs
attached
to big dreams.
In old soffits
live
secured baby red squirrels,
and
lofty new ideas.
At the window-
staring back;
our own reflections,
and baby black-capped chickadees.
We step out into an old woods,
anew,
me.
We.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
it’s ugly, tight love
dressed as a gold purity,
that you assume only he can wear.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
He is myself.
I see him in me.
Two mirrors facing each other.
Is this why
we don’t see eye to eye?
He has brown eyes.
I see my reflection in them.
Pools of sepia depths
that I always drown in.
He makes me lose control.
Just drives recklessly across my heart.
I take control again
and turn the other way.
He never calls.
Or says hello.
He just lingers around..
And…
He knows I’ll keep waiting.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Sunday Service ends
At 12pm
Then the real work begins
As we spill again Back into the streets haggard exhausted refreshed and replete
With woes anew and friends to-be across
Quiet Avenues, down shaded alleys
Flowing out against the stream of sheep
The sleepy flock returning to the fold
to shelter in silence amongst those akin to them in deed and ethos,
in desperate need of a story to keep them Hopeful and meek
Predisposed of problematic predilections,
specifically those of intuition and indiscretion
preposterously posed as sins
Of the flesh and fuel for fires
Of hell and regret.
Fearfully they weep
into folded hands and
ask forgiveness for being
beings built upon wants and needs
Apologizing
to the empty space
they find above them every time
they search the skies for signs of life
To help them sleep
Then again, to the body immaculate
Interred inside their hearts and heads for
Abandoning the plan,
Hopelessly
And as they rise a song erupts
Resonant in joyful harmony
A eulogy
of sunny Sunday-Fundays past
Here, on this dark Monday night, we gather together to remember the light and the warmth it bestowed upon all of those
to whom its loving glow befell.
We celebrate it joyfully
In this our moment of reprieve faithfully awaiting its resurrection to peak across the horizon , Signaling the return
of the goodness,
We remember.
For this we gather here together
to stave the darkness off a moment
longer than we can
Alone
Awake
Await
The day Is breaching
And dawn arrives to singing trees
I’ve, several times,
chosen to find
myself, in quiet repose,
Penitent, seeking
The holyness I never came to
Truly know. It’s a Shame.
Really
It’s a beautiful thing
Yet escaping me.
Close enough to see
But quicker than I can catch
Wisping air just out of reach
Tempting me to touch
And darting in retreat.
Ghostly as it goes
Unfettered by us living things
Spectral faith does not a living god create
In temples
Intempled
in transparent scenes
aglow from without
within A sacred space
deified in name
And nature
Composited
from such
enigmatic dreams
As those that drive a man to drink
And those that teach the deaf to sing
Dreams that die without delight
Dreams the scream and cry and bring
To life the lost experiences left to fester
Undelivered, in the slip stream
Among the dashed potential
Rippled by inertia
And shimmering
Into oblivion
As it dissipates upon the surface of
The river styx
And laps against the shore before you
Mere inches from your feet.
Where are we
Hear I am!
Is this me?
or is this something else;
Unconnected to that poor disheveled corpse bedeviled by its missing link
Bedazzled in glittering emanations of reflected life-force self-scattering
Left slumped among the litter
Gathered for collection
In decaying heaps.
That poor thing surely can’t be me
Because, here, I am. And there, I ceased to be. And for better or worse, it’s better for me
To be here and NOT there,
that doesn’t look like anywhere
I would think to find someone like me.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:07 AM UTC
I’m addicted to you,
not like smoke that steals the air,
not like habits people fear,
but in a quiet way
that fills me with peace.
I’m addicted to you,
not like a drink you can’t put down,
but like the comfort you bring
every time you’re around.
I’m addicted to you,
not like the rush that fades too soon,
but like a steady heartbeat
that keeps my soul in tune.
I’m addicted to you,
the way a body needs its core,
not for thrill, not for show,
but because without you
I wouldn’t be whole anymore.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 5:34 AM UTC
How do you prove love?
Not talking to anyone else — that’s loyalty.
Speaking well of them even behind their back — that’s humanity.
Helping them with everything — that’s kindness.
Giving them gifts — that’s generosity.
Taking care of them — that’s respect.
Thinking of them all the time — that’s obsession.
Dreaming about them — that’s desire.
So then how do I prove love?
How do I prove to you that I love you?
When your heart beats for them — that’s love.
When breathing feels harder without them — that’s love.
But love can’t truly be proved.
Because what I feel lives inside me,
and the only way to understand it
is if the same spark lives in you.
I can’t show you everything I feel.
But I can tell you this —
I love you.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 6:31 AM UTC
This is what I meant
when I said I fell in love
with the world’s greatest poet.
Your poems aren’t just words,
they’re masterpieces
that deserve the whole world’s notice.
You create miracles
with nothing but ink and thought,
turning feelings into beauty
most people could never have caught.
The way you describe the smallest things
is strange, unexpected, new,
yet somehow every line you write
feels perfectly true.
Every poem you’ve written
has been a lesson for me,
every word you’ve spoken
has touched somewhere deep in me.
Even the greatest names in history
couldn’t write the way you do it.
Because you’re not just a poet…
you’re a poet
no one else
could ever be.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 2:08 PM UTC
لو قلتُ إني عبدٌ على بابك… هل ستصدقين؟ولو رأيتِني راكعًا أتوسّل إليك… هل ستؤمنين؟
هل ستقرئين في عينيّ
كيف صار قلبي أسيرًا لك؟
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:22 AM UTC
*****,
A letter for each finger.
my love for you is like the hand I live by,
five quiet fingers reaching for the sky.
Remove just one,
and even the smallest task feels slow,
simple things become harder than they should go.
That’s how my world would be without you near,
a hand reaching forward,
but never holding what’s dear.
You are the strength in my grip,
the warmth in my touch,
the calm in my heart when life feels too much.
With you, everything seems to fit,
every moment feels right and complete.
Without you, my hand is still there…
but something important is missing from it,
A hand that’s no use..
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
Do you know the excitement I feel when I see your name?
When someone mentions you, it’s never the same.
When I do something that reminds me of you,
My heart starts racing before I even know what to do.
Even the thought of you passing my mind,
Leaves every calm I had behind.
You want to see what excitement can do?
My heart forgets how to beat normal when I think of you.
It runs so fast, it feels insane,
Just hearing your name does that again.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
If you spend the day in a fish market,
You’ll smell like fish even if you never touched it.
If you spend the day in a perfume shop,
You’ll carry its scent even if you never bought it.
Hearts are the same in their own way,
They become what they’re near each day.
So I want mine to stay with you,
For a lifetime, steady and true.
So your purity, your joy, your light
Slowly becomes my heart’s own sight.
And when my happiness starts to show,
It will reflect the love you grow.
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 5:53 AM UTC
I need you....
Not the way a child needs a toy,
Or a dog might need a bone.
But I need you
Like the ocean needs salt in its water,
Like a heart needs blood to flow.
I need you
To make the quiet garden in me bloom,
To turn bare soil into life.
I need you...
Not for a moment, not by chance,
But like breath that keeps me alive.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
You say you can prove it… yet it’s all talk,
“Keep the mystery alive,” you say as we walk.
But tell me honestly, what mystery’s there,
When my heart for you is laid fully bare?
Just admit it, I love you deep and hard,
Not some soft line, not a passing card.
You can insist that you love me more,
But listen to what my heartbeat’s for.
No one has felt what I feel inside,
This restless rhythm I cannot hide.
Every second the thought of you
Makes my heart beat strong and true.
And when I’m talking to you, it races again,
Faster and louder than it’s ever been.
I may seem calm, like nothing’s new,
But inside I’m still amazed by you.
The same excitement as the very first day,
Every single time you come my way.
That’s my proof, simple and true,
I love you more than you realise I do.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 4:12 PM UTC
In every world the stars may spin,
In every place we might begin,
You say you love me more than me,
A sweet and lovely rivalry.
But love’s not measured, kept in score,
It’s not a race of “mine or more.”
For every beat my heart sends through,
Is simply meant to love you.
So if you say you love me more, that’s fine,
I’ll smile and still say you are mine.
Not more, not less, just something true...
My whole world still begins with you.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
In full reality, in every space,
In all dimensions time can trace,
In every life, in every view,
My heart still finds its way to you.
I love you most, the way you breathe,
The way you talk so naturally.
It’s not just words I choose to show,
It’s something deeper that I know.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Haven't met for a while,
Still can't think the spark has gone,
Is it only me or,
She also feels it on her own.
Tickling my mind and ***
Can't really answer this at all,
For that I need to ask,
But why it has to me at every fall.
Can't she do it as well,
If not as a lover than a friend,
It really makes me wonder,
Were we a thing or just empty hall.
Feel bad as a room filled with holes,
Cheese does taste good but have many holes.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
“I will it to be,” /
Says He: /
The days our lives /
Shall resonate mellifluous musicality, /
The euphonic poetry will wax everlastingly, /
And the magnum opera, the creativity, the artistry, /
Shall effloresce, burgeon incessantly; /
Moreover, the days when finally /
Love shall reign from sea to shining sea. /
“I will it to be,” /
Says He. /
(—Se’ lah)
01-16-2026
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
To my beautiful wife
The light of my dark
The fighting spirit
On lonely nights
I believe in you
Passionately
You made me a man
I make you a Queen
Like they all say
The world is yours
They all say it but
Can't prove it but
When I say it
God descends from heaven
Grants you freedom to be faithful to me
WITHOUT MARIAH CAREY
noone is safe
Years erased
I see you baby
I told you
Daddy's home
They said the same
Except I told you 1st
Thank you for making me a dad
You Found love
I rather feel you then *** you
I just want to be present
So you can accept the past
And know
If they F around
They will find out
On record
Historically
Biblically
Literally
Lyrically
Perfect from birth
God made you
To make me see
Achieve retrieve
That heart body and soul
Just know
Ill throw hands
Throw down
Drop bombs
Destroy earth
To protect you
And what we share
Birthed and created
My lady
Tis the season
Many greetings
I got a feeling for next year
Im super happy already
Dang our babies are grown
Growing old with you
Is all a King could ask for
Time will tell
Truth be told
Commense the reckoning
Soon they will understand
Soon they will see
Merry f n Christmas
Bia ill eat the whole *****
Sit on me suffocating me to death
Love me
Just me
F me
Ill die slow in pain
Just chance
For Xmas I get you
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 8:29 PM UTC
fill up my head with delusions
i hope that i am not useless
he will leave, i let him do it
can’t grip any longer
i hope that i can get through it
same wounds as my father
i trust in his disapproval
there is something wrong, something stuck
i don’t deserve love, i am not enough
i can name it because i hear it
echoing through my blood
why do i feel so inadequate ?
inadmissible, tragic
why do i carry such sadness?
**** myself out of habit
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 11:23 AM UTC
you are the first person
or i am the second person
or am i a person
and you are a person
or we are first
or we are second
and they are third
it's easy to confuse paper
for a mirror
when it says your
yours
you
it might come off
as a recording
if it says my
mine
i
maybe you and i though
can be third to they
is that okay?
i'd say hey yeah hey
you bet'cha
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
Larry the lesbian, he had a plan
To dress as a woman to become “the man”
His, her dress was short, but held a surprise
Something women want, but most despise
He, she couldn’t keep it down, at the bar one night it came out
All the women screamed, two queers had to shout
You can’t do that; you’re a woman not a man
Larry said bend over fool, I’ll show you yes, I can
They declined, left quick, fast and in a hurry
Larry never shaved, he was big, hard and furry
He, she had two hot women, one on each knee
Which one of you can take all of me
That’s how Larry became the man among men
He, she gave it to they, them over and over again
11/06/25
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC
Boy: Gazing at the stars "If I were to curve our name in to the sky, would you let them stay there for eternity."
Girl: Softly "Promise me you'll never ask for loyalty; you become loyal."
*"Don't search for perfect person, become perfect."
By Vedanta Anagha
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:09 PM UTC