#hearth
The crest breaks the stride,
Also the plummet in which none survive,
She seeks the flats,
Boils, kelp and foam,
The surface held much as she, the shallow, safe reprieve
For as the moon did rise, no haunting of goodbyes came,
And born upon a tables setting,
No struggle nor pretending
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
su cuerpo exhala hacia mi mano,
eso que en lo alto de mi azotea ya está.
se estira, sin necesidad,
hasta el centro de mi fachada,
pasando por la planta baja de mis labios
y mirando a los gemelos del tercer piso.
ahí entra en uno de mis dos ascensores,
sin permiso, sin avisar,
y cae por un túnel oscuro,
sin daños, iluminando todo a su paso,
hasta llegar a ese lugar cerrado,
cubierto entre la tierra de mi carne, piel y músculos,
y protegido por los fósiles de mis costillas,
y mi columna,
protegido,
protegido por mí.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
lay it in the heart(h)
and
watch with unglazed eyes.
see the blaze play its part.
as it consumes all to ashes
before it
reluctantly wanes and dies.
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 7:28 PM UTC
I reignited the spark, reconnected to the hearth
reconnected to the heart in me
it was dark, cold, and scary
I was mocked, bold, and contrary
to my own beliefs, seeds I could never reap
due to the fact I was running miles
in an attempt to protect my inner child
from the incoming tsunami, the bottled up tears
the resurfacing adolescent fears brought me to prayers
but I reignited my spark, I embarked on a new start
where my path is filled with purple roses
a new beginning as the circle closes
its the circle of life, its the purpose of life
I reignited my spark, extinguished my strife
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC
There’s a holocaust
sweeping through my body
but i call it
love,
strap myself to its stake
as a sacrifice, relish
how its fire
dignifies me,
how the tongue-like torso
of my scent
rolls out to taste
God.
You, with the hot air
for hair, you
with the sparking skin,
feed my flames,
you
hearteater, the mouths
on your cheeks
open wide
& I enter, as if to join
the rest of me; see
how all that is left
circulating in my veins
is your voice; my body,
now inanimate,
an instrument for your
heartsong—hear
its cinders sing like
cicadas—here
is the sequel to your stones
thrice striked.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
warmth and
kindness is
embodied
in the flames
that keep you
from tripping
in the dark.
it can protect
as well as
keep you
away from
being harmed.
her loving and
everlasting glow
shall be
touching to those
invited to stay
at a place called home.
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 12:02 AM UTC
i’ll be waiting
in this forsaken hearth
where there is
no more fire left
to give me warmth.
i’ll wait until the sun rises
or until it sets.
i’ll wait until the rain stops
or until it pours more.
i’ll wait until it’s noon
or until it’s already four.
i’ll wait until you come back
or until I lose myself
in this cold, cold night.
oh, beloved —
salvage me tonight;
or else, I’ll fall apart.
Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 7:55 PM UTC
I can't possibly judge you
That you left me in a trice
From your hands cold to the touch
to your heart - a ball of ice
Yours collided with the warmth of mine
It gradually took a different shape
You said I robbed and left your soul
but it was yours that melted
I held the ice for far too long
My hands became too numb
They had to cope with all the cold
you always brought along
One may say the ice just vanished
I may argue it fused with my skin
From there it went through my whole body
and now I have it always in me
I loved you a little too much
And held you for a little too long
Why does it hurt so much
when you left me all on my own?
It hurts not because I miss you
That episode is long-forgotten
It hurts because you rendered me
just as you are
It hurts because whenever I go
I see you in myself
The ice is still in my blood,
my bones, my neck and veins
I know that somewhere, in the deep
There's still a source of love and warmth
It's my sanctuary, my hearth and outset
And I'll find my way back there
again
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
I'm barely at home
There's my wooden furniture
These my plates of chrome
A fridge full of nourishment
My marble dome
But I'm barely at home
I've barely a hearth
This a room of my choosing
That there my land on earth
My book shelf for musing
Amenities for mirth
But barely a hearth
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 11:49 AM UTC
there is a moth that resides on my bedside table
inside the warm lamp like a womb
like an endearing cozy hand
reaching for your face in the middle of a frozen hysteria
he rises from his bed of light every night
a bottom floor full of mirth and fuzz
ready to relay the songs of his memories
slow dancing in the small space of my room like he's memorized where the floor slants and what parts creak
his mouth moves in a jagged frenzy and I am devoured inside the falsetto of a pregnant hum so constant my breathing loops in significant O's
he waits for my eyes to close so that his wings open up
moving the dust to gather itself and move to another part of the house
the fluttering in sync with the wavering of the hypnotic sound waves
the antennae sighing along with the mist outside slowly forming on the windowsill
my head becomes a hot sun and as the beads of sweat trickle he moves closer until he reaches with spindly legs
drying the perspiration from my forehead with a tongue that shushes me to sleep until I am still in a cocoon of silk
telling me that want and need are always the same things
always the same things
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
Closing the book
wherein I laid
my memories,
I rest the tireless pen
atop the aged leather.
The fire, still roaring,
Looked more alluring.
I nestled by the warmth
of the charred hearth
The flames crept slowly out
to embrace my body
taking me in.
Fuel for the fire
I give myself
to the pyre.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
We remain inside an empty hearth
as ashes from a fire long forgotten.
They blocked the chimney so no wind can get in,
we remain undisturbed and wondering,
if tomorrow could prove its worth.
Then maybe we would have died for something.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
We won't take the long way 'round
The mountain high, singing in the sky
I'll dance and shake my cares away
And plow right through with all the grace
Of a rhino on the savanna
So look above, and look below
Don't worry what it is you know
The snow is piling up outside
So take a shovel, leave your pride
Get outside, start shoveling
The fire's got me on the mend
If only it could lend me a friend
A single spark would do me good
But I think the fire will sit
And keep on muttering
Now I find the day is at an end
My wishes haven't been fulfilled
But it's okay, I'll sleep for now
And wake up in the morning loud
Wishing, always wishing
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
WEIGH ANCHOR!
LOWER THE SAILS!
It's time! It's TIME,
We leave for the day!
So long, Tortuga!
We'll be back, in a while.
But for now, its the sea,
For my crew and I.
The sun is setting,
We'll follow the stars.
Another journey,
Breaking from our bars.
The warmth that we have,
Our ship, our Family.
The 'Arabella' sails out,
To the Hearth of the sea.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
Hear the asynchronous pulsation,
Clicks of eyelids, toggling,
And the beating of a heart:
A Life, in thick layers of rhythms,
Coating a stubborn core.
Watch the white curtain of the mansion,
Behind windows, dancing,
And the fire in the hearth:
A Life, in thick layers of stones,
Glowing out with warmth.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:00 PM UTC
you are the thousand facets of my soul
you paint me with all the colors of love
you are heart and pain
you are hope and despair
you are sweetness and passion
you are the red of the fire that burns me
you are the white of the light that reassures me
you are the whole thing
that wipes out my nothing
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 4:50 AM UTC
My regrets and sorrows slumber in snow
at the idea of loving again.
My soul wishes for the bridge to connects
us so I may enter your dream palace
unafraid. Just to catch the sight of you.
My heart on my sleeve, my soul in the mist
and something echoes in my mind,
the idea of love.
A concept so beautiful that it can transcend
a lifetime as well as destroy a nation.
My soul will sleep in sorrow's snow
till the day I will rise again tall and strong
When the need to shed my tears has gone
I live for tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow
Until you sit by in to feel the hearth
inside my heart.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 5:50 PM UTC