#lean
I leaned on it,
As it listens to the waves of lakeside,
Frothing more than backing.
I breathed with it,
As it stands with branches adorned by golden spots,
Fading yet staying.
I greeted on it,
As it shallows those lost ones with its fragrant of brown,
Healing for the incomparable.
I fell into it,
As if it starts to stray,
Losing while finding.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
Flowed, the stillness,
Flamed, the sinfulness,
Engulfed, the holiness,
Edged, the tenderness,
Lulled, the illness
Leaned, the lightness
Surged, the doubtlessness,
Sparkled, the wilderness,
Colored, the coldness,
Collided, the casualness,
Tamed, the loneliness,
Torched, the goodness,
Dumped, the steadiness,
Drifted, the faintness,
Bloomed, the apartness,
Burned, the angleness,
had I housed pieces of music
of salvation in depth
of constellation in paradise.
of darkness, of thee.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
I brush your spine with my fingertips
I kiss the lines that lead to your treasure chest
I rest in the enigma, I rest in your charisma
Waiting to explore your oceans
Can't resist you, your gaze has me frozen
frozen in the moment, velvet kisses on your mind like a poet
lean into it, lean into the moment
Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 5:22 PM UTC
there was a time when i could wrap my arms
around your neck
and put all of my weight on you
i think to myself
as i hold you
and make sure you don’t fall
did i feel as light as you do now?
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 9:52 PM UTC
I gave my hand, leaving it hanging
there like a bare branch
of unfulfilled swaying.
You just looked down at
it as if I were dead wood.
I was felled by your
ignorance, they say trees
make no noise when they fall.
I'd taken out the hillside of respect
for you when mine fell to my side.
Offered a branch
and you
felled it for your ignorance.
Never again shall I offer you an
extension, you'll fall alone
in the woods of regret
no branches to lean upon...
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
It's okay to cry when you're sad;
It's okay to show your weakness and lean on to someone to be glad.
It's okay to put off your mask;
And just be yourself.
It's okay to make mistakes;
And learn from it.
It's okay to get mad and get upset;
It's okay to choose and be kind to yourself first before others.
It's okay to be selfish sometimes;
It's okay to feel lonely and get hurt.
It's okay to admit that you are really not okay;
It's okay to get tired and just rest.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 11:26 PM UTC
Escape
a roundel by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
He may question me and counter this and that;
I care not: I will answer just as I mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean.
Love strikes me from his roster, short and flat,
And he is struck from my books, just as clean,
Forevermore; there is no other mean.
Since I’m escaped from Love and yet still fat,
I never plan to be in his prison lean;
Since I am free, I count it not a bean.
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Original text:
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
He may answere, and seye this or that;
I do no fors, I speke right as I mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene.
Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat,
And he is strike out of my bokes clene
For ever-mo; [ther] is non other mene.
Sin I fro love escaped am so fat,
I never thenk to ben in his prison lene;
Sin I am fre, I counte him not a bene.
Explicit.
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:08 AM UTC
I looked for you
Amongst the pale and grey
As I saw you fading away
Melting
Into the concrete
Falling to defeat
So I bent a knee
Inaudible prayers for you
Then unlaced my walking shoes
Time
I placed into your cup
Hoping it would be enough
No plan to stop the tears
Inelegant, no grace
Shirt wet where you buried your face
Grief
I lost you in your pale and grey
But I know I’ll find you again in a smile
We’ll speak and measure
Only the amount you need
Contemplating long walks and sore feet
Rising
Don your shoes, pick you up
As you did for me miles before
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 5:57 PM UTC
Reach in and rob my greedy body
these retched pieces are no longer mine
giving up this flesh is an endless hobby
serve his ego by tearing out my spine
What say I the human doormat?
dare I bear the weight of your soul
I am both the mouse and the house cat
whilst you drink the milk from my bowl
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 6:40 AM UTC
I'll crumble to dust
if you lean on me
any longer
I am but an sapling
that was forced to grow
before its time
a flower that bloomed
out of season
and withered before it
could blossom.
Esther L. Krenzin
Roguesong
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
I hover over fractured water
the porcelain compels me to lean closer
"I am not lovable"
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
Ten minutes til the perculator
Brings me from grime to grind.
And in the morning stars are setting,
As soon the sun will rise...
On a world that I hate to hate.
On a world that loves to hate me.
I have to go outside and want to die.
I cannot stay in and hide.
There are monsters in the field
And they've got the taste of blood.
There is no end in sight.
I cake my face with mud.
They always know to find me,
Though I move in patterns, rare.
Deep inside, I turn inside,
I deny dispair.
I know I'll never beat them.
I avoid, but can't back down.
And so I'll take the beating,
But I'll try to rend their skin.
I know just how they see me.
The same as they did then.
Silent words that we all know
Do not go unknown for sin.
The time has metered nothing.
It hasn't changed a thing.
If authority lets loose it's leash,
The dogs would gnash again.
The eyes upon me see distainly
What they want to hurt.
Only, just, to keep alive
What every monster wants.
Ten minutes til the perculator
Has darkly roasted beans,
That was ground into powder,
Like the bullets in my lean.
The night will soon be like
A blanket ripped from me
To show me in the basking light
For all the world to see.
They'll say that I'm a monster.
I always was so strange.
I was a trouble-maker, boiler maker
And the only one to blame.
They'll say I was a bad seed.
When all of them do know
The type of horror that befell
From the monsters long ago.
In times of triumph I did learn
How best to bide the time.
They think I'm so predictable.
They're thinking colorblind.
For all the worth of quiet,
And to rest this savage pain,
And retribute the misery,
(It won't happen again)
And yet you'll cry for justice.
Say it's never served.
If you used measured all they put on me,
They'll get what they deserve.
The victim becomes monster,
The world fears the marters more
Than any of the heathan clan...
Ten minutes, nothing more.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
They ask me a question every day,
They ask me 'Oh darling! How much do you weigh?'
And I answer this question every day,
I wish to tell them,
'I am not made up of flesh and bones,
I do not weigh on scales and stones.
I weigh the love letters never sent,
I weigh my heart I gave on rent,
I weigh all my insecurities,
I weigh Ganga's purities.
I weigh the prayers of my mother.
I weigh the hard work of my father.
I weigh the thirty-two-inch smile I carry and flaunt every day,
I weigh the fears which haunt me every day,
I weigh all the love I have for him,
And I am certain that weighs more than the stories I dream,
I weigh the fairytales I've read,
And I weigh the kindness I've fed.
I weigh my hope,
And I weigh my dreams.
I weigh my faith,
And I weigh my screams.
So I weigh the lightest I could ever be,
And the heaviest you could ever imagine being.'
But then in the end,
I murmur the words '47 kilograms',
A lean and skinny girl is what I am.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
o, darling
daylight has never been your most flattering
light
and how could it be?
you never sleep,
because life is but a dream
like that old
children's song
goes
dear god of boujee
women, the ones with
bloodstained louboutins
let me autotune myself to sound inhuman,
say my prayers to
you
in the dying light
of the atl
freeways
my only hymn i have to
offer is that of
migos
and instead of bread and wine
i have lean and
xanax
o, darling
our eyes will never
age
and new money, who dis?
will forever be the closest thing
we have to a mantra
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
She was a shy, sensitive young woman with smaller hands and lean, long fingers that beautifully graced the pencil as she wrote poetry, or rather, the whispers of her heart within a small leather notebook, whenever she became curious, the dark, lustrous brown eyes would glimmer in fascination as the entire world would become you, she was not particularly beautiful though her heart was pure, remaining hidden through her poetic worlds as though listening to classical music, the streams of violins are the winds tousling her midnight hair as a dreamer of the night, her quiet demeanor and depth in thought hide her way in understanding and shaping a person or only musing about the simple beauty of the moment, she would see the stars while everyone walked past them and appreciate what others could not see at first glance, as the light once hidden among the leaves she was noticed by the one who had came closer, while placing her palm on her fair face when thick in listening, the painted portrait of the female poet always held her cup of warm tea, content in her recluse until there was a gaze upon her, opening a glimpse into her soul.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC
They said If I took cough syrup that I could die
Slowly I gave the escape from reality a try
But I drank more than the recommended amount
After a while I lost count
The liquid tastes best mixed with sprite
Friends pushed away , and confusion in sight
The devil brought out my innocence one night
I layed crying on the bathroom floor
And the devil out the door
The purple liquid down the drain
And nothing to escape from the pain
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
Come, let us dance right now!
Hold my hand and put the other behind me!
You take one step backwards,
And then two steps forwards now!
Then I will repeat the same,
And I will let you lean back on my arms,
You do so with so much grace,
Such grace that even flowers blush.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 2:35 AM UTC
With a thick branch around my waist
I must not be allowed to complain
I want the warmth within my feet
As you sway and fall back and forth
I'm desperately climbing my way up
It is a large feat, but I can see that my eyes do not stop at the top
They stop at the sky
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC