#isit
I only wish for the gusto to tell her
The remorse I feel
for the perverse love which I cast upon her
not a lover's quarrel
nor sun rays beaming on us during kitchen chores
rather a beast hunting in the dark knowing she sleeps soundly and safely as a lamb in a pen I created
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes I can't tell
if the things I write
are poems or just sentences
with somewhat
arbitrary line
breaks
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
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***Is it the wave kissing the sand
or is it the ocean
deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?
Is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
happily losing ground
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?***
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Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
Cold walls, death glares,
Someone's hurt, nobody cares.
No matter how close, still far apart.
The only greetings are the blank stares and avoidances of people, and the distance between heart to heart.
Heads down, eyes shimmering, shimmering in the blue light of the black screens.
Is love just simply loving the significant other?
So downward this society.
This city.
It's so sad that a kind greeting is an indication of someone weird.
That simply being kind is too hard. Too weird.
A stranger.
So downward this society.
This Babylon of today.
Is going to fall someday.
I hope that we could finally break this cold walls.
That the only way to break them is really as simple as smiling to another,
waving to a stranger.
It really isn't that hard to let love.....is it?
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
i treasure
1 to 4 a.m
the quiet and calm hours of the morning
the only hours of the day
that wants nothing from me
the only time that I am free.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC