#inspo
All I talk about is love
I need to find another thing to write about I fear...
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
If I could give it all, I did
I gave away a privileged life, one could dream to live
At the time, I didn't think I had much
My mistake and all my glory was crushed
My perspective was crooked
All were in awe of my life, yet I overlooked it
I thought of my life like a house of glass
Too fragile and meek, so over-class
Ironically, that was an understatement
My life, a house of gold to be completely blatant
Yet still I took my life with no value
The gold was my ashtray I spew
Now my life, a burnt down house, scarce of abundance
A daily reminder of my descendance
Into a void; hell
Hopeless on whether I'll live to have a story to tell
Of how life gave me something
And how quickly I gave life reason to make me nothing
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 2:50 AM UTC
The gust of wind, so strong it takes your breath away
The foul play of heavy rain, flooding the garden of your heart, wilting any vein well rooted
The darkness of the sky, setting a mood of disparity
The thunder, blocking the sweet melodies of good thought,
Finally the lightning, putting arrest the entire body, to be left weak and numb
The epitome of hopelessness, the tempest we face
Yet have courage. The tempest is always temporary.
Sep 17, 2024
Sep 17, 2024 at 3:36 PM UTC
THEY broke into my storyline:
confections served were not so slight
still i missed out on YOU at first,
that trace YOU gave of sheer remorse
put that now in you head,
sweet THING!
my guilty pleasure feels like savoring.
a palate to transpire any doubts -
a skill of tiger on the prowl
it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then write YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down
it's been a while i had my click
with all the fluff i cared to think
i thought this time WE may never part,
but YOU are in the line with change of heart
it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss
i reread YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then rewrite YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 3:21 PM UTC
I lose my smell
when I try to fit my words
in a conversation
and I try to fit myself
in someone's life
and my body
in someone's space
I find that I lose my reflection
It looks back at me
lost
blurry eyes are dull
and unresponsive
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 4:52 AM UTC
Finally, I have found Where the Sidewalk Ends!
Well, less "Where" more "What" and "When".
The sidewalk is our timeline and each fixed point is an end!
Around our aura parts the currents of space and chaotic life.
Where we've both been trapt in its waters and we gained our years of fight.
Battling towards each individual branch, we see emanates of sounds and lights!
With laughs, cries, and hues galore we parade our guiding lanterns high!
For in the distance is curdled screams of wedding bells and flashing purple skies.
All this time bobbing in the waters, but it taken so long see
At each Sidewalks End, the darkness recedes and reveals pieces of you and me.
Where a lantern collects a moment in time, each dew drop holds our melody
Each star holds pieces of a fragile heart, and every End is only The Beginning.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 11:10 AM UTC
Time
has never felt so precious to me
until now
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 12:56 AM UTC
as delta rae said,
oh baby.
it's a long way down
to the bottom of the river,
hold my hand
as she looks me in the eyes
and tells me to run
i look at her
realizing that this
this is what life really is
life is terribly unbearable
however
it is incredibly beautiful at the same time
those moments
with your favorite people
where you stop breathing
because you're so happy
moments like these are what i live for
hold my hand
oh baby
it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
delta rae was right
but sometimes
the bottom of the river isn't where you find death
sometimes
it's where you find life
happiness
or love.
the bottom of the river is only bad if you make it that.
so don't let the bottom of your river be the end
let it be the beginning
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 12:14 AM UTC
1. If I were to lose my eyesight,
My vision would be heightened.
Free from worldly distraction, I
See humanity for what it is.
It is terrifying.
It is beautiful.
2. If I were to lose my sense of smell,
Well,
I think I’d be just fine.
I’m used to not breathing,
Smothered by emotion
And over-love.
I think I’d be just fine,
But I’d sure miss the smell of you.
3. If I could never hear your voice again,
Please kiss me with all of your
Words. Let me read your lips
With mine,
Our own sign language.
Let your secrets spill on to
My tongue.
If I could never hear you say
"I love you", dear,
Let me feel it.
4. If I lose my sense of taste,
A fire would burn within;
To never taste your lips again
Would be a deadly sin.
5. If I lost the ability to touch,
I’d go madly insane.
A most basic comfort;
A primitive coping mechanism
Lost to the world.
A world without touching you
Is no world at all,
But the deepest pit of hell.
I do not wish to go there.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
i fear we now have more in common than before
i figured it out the day i learnt to drive
and now he's standing in the doorway with my words in his mouth
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Please stop calling me nice.
I am not nice.
I will not be contained to a single word,
When my bones are built from metaphors
And my lips leak similes.
I am a fireball of emotion, splitting trees and men in two with my passion for my art.
I am a slurry of terror, creeping up on you at night that curls your toes right before you fall asleep.
I am not nice, I am anything but
I am alive with the summer heat that burns in my eyes and the sunlight that flows through my ribcage.
I am a warrior, a fighter, a solider in disguise.
I am the moon that hides it face in the day, only to showcase it's purity in the night.
I am the stiff wind that knocks the shallow air out of your lungs on a cold, January morning.
I am the tick, tick, tick of the buzzer right before its majestic song.
I am the obscene, the extraordinary, the menacing things in life.
I am not confined by a single word.
I
am
not
nice.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 9:59 PM UTC