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I hear the howling
of flowing water
in my bathroom sink.
I scream to let them
out of my soul,
but they only make me
feel desperate
of my own
memories trapped
inside my head.
Alas, I can't forget it!
How long does it take
to forget
a thousand memories
embedded in my veins,
where blood flows
bit by bit,
miserably painful
and hauntingly yearning.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
My tears fall upon a memory
Besides the lake,
Beyond the sunflower field.
This love is silent,
Like a cold an autumn night
Resting within my wounded heart.
The wind carries your name,
But never your love,
Never your touch.
I reach for your echoes
That fade at dawn.
Still, I wait
For spring to give us a chance.
Oh, what an autumn night!
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
I've waited for you,
For a thousand years
for a glimpse of you.
Alas! I've let your silence
swallow me whole.
What a cruel punishment,
To weep to the melody
Of your name
engraved in silence.
—nyla T.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Your absence pierces my soul,
Like a withering garden of mourners.
You left behind our painful memories
In the cold desert winds
of solemn winter.
I couldn't forget
as my heart wrapped.
With each petal fell
on my bare hands.
Yet, my body lays lifeless,
where our memory blooms
in the sober spring;
A silent grave in my heart
that nobody can heal.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 5:41 AM UTC
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I love my tech about as much as I love my boyfriend
It’s M5 chip, 10 CPUs, neural processors and GPUs
will mostly idle away as I ***** for the right words
but they won’t show their impatience - no -
they won’t sigh and tap their toes like a boyfriend.
I’m getting a new computer tomorrow
I’ll love it’s bright, starlight, smooth and flawless skin
maybe not quite as much as I do when I’m groping him
but I’ll sigh with delight as I run my fingers over its form
few things in life completely delight and please me
I know one or two - and one of them will be brand new.
.
.
A song for this:
Joburg jam by Pogo
Nobody by Kate Earl
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC
Read all about it
of poets in the limelight
of quills bleeding ink
Oct 30, 2025
Oct 30, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
***** fingernails
and cheap wine.
Fleetwood Mac and chicken tenders.
Snapping you little flirty faces
saying how much I’d like to make out.
Feels like we’re a couple of teenagers drunk in like.
Just a silly girl who can’t wait to see you
and pretend you don’t know what I look like
in the dark.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
The sous-chef of the albinos says
I'm in charge of cooking, baking and roasting
and in this hell-stance my delusions rules the roost
I've got the Crème de la crème and arsenic in tincture
prepare the grills and flames for a banquet of homicidal delight
Get that deer, King of the forest and protector of all
heave that Buck down, none but I holds power in this domain
its times of discontent, green eyes and walking dead are hungry
from challis of Madam White Snake and the shroud of San Lucifer
a sacrifice, a sacrifice for cold hearts and all mothers of the spawns
The belly crawlers and spawns in Hades kitchen toil
to high jack the mind of this regal imposing stag unsurpassed
hounded, mud-spattered, neither the raging winds nor savage beasts
snares and putrid guile's, poisoned mindless and shameless tarring
the buck bedded in Mother Nature in solace true and enduring light
So the sous-chef of the witless albinos says, no matter...
lets get a clone of that regal buck, sharpen knives and slice away
pepper, season hung, drawn, quartered, boil and simmer all the way
go tell tales of our magnificent menu, that stag is ours, for the eating
a merry feast for you all, pieces of eight for the dead deer's chest, ahoy, ahoy, ahoy.....!!
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
Irma
I wish I were a sorceress.
I’m surely not a scientist.
Just a reader
Of the leaders in the news.
North Korea, Harvey, rockets
Boston Red Sox in the dockets
Charged with using Apple watches to steal signs.
Violence, hurricanes,
Cheating: Why?
This is too, too crazy.
Are these phases
Showing us,
Going towards
A monster breakdown?
Skirmishes
To Irma!
Flesh will go.
Insect, bird, yes, every minnow.
Families child-less, widowed;
Dis-endowed the moneyed crowd,
Castle, mansion, slum will go.
Marshes all will overflow.
(and we thought Bangladesh was low)
The planet’s being bashed,
Yet there are people who cash in on it.
Prayer will never be the answer.
Cancer from our own behavior.
Karma’s germ:
Now it’s Irma.
Irma 9.6.2017
Our Times, Out Culture II; Circling Round Nature II;
Arlene Corwin
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
My last breath
Will not belong to my soul.
I will expel air from my lungs the last time
And it will become the wind.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Be clear on
what you say,
How you say,
Where you say,
When you say.
One mistake and its all lost.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:02 PM UTC
i'm new to this environment
where i can share all my feelings
but what i am seeing
are ads that are aggravating
words that are deceiving
sentences that have no meaning
oh, what have become to these beings
bunch of nonsense about healing
i hope and pray that these *******
are just here for the time being.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
The only thing i solemnly swear
Is to violently tear
A hole in the sky
And climb through the air til im finally there
A few died on a cross just to try and be heirs
Facing facts God's face is black and they're inherently scared
If i reach a throne
Physical or metaphorical
I'm dealing miracles like morphine drips
And you could score a few
Otherwise
Im holding torture tournaments
Inside the gates of heaven
God begging ME for mercy as i torch him and his brethren
Eleven times over I've tried to bind Jehovah
To a book men have died for trying to be soldiers
Writ in blood the words inside lose all their touch
Im losing all this blood just to try and feel the rush
Of turning the last page and alighting all the brush
Don't back away from the flame
Its just me
Talking to US
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC