#lightanddark
blinking in and out of days—
a strobe-lit
existence.
time doesn’t pass,
it flashes...
wandering toward
the promise of a quiet finale,
as if rest were a gift
one I could unwrap
early.
to search for unity
among the ones
who left—
grief gathers us all
together, like dust
in corners.
hunger clings—
emotions, underfed;
licking sweetness
from practiced
lies.
there's a pie on the table—
everyone’s dipped
their *****
fingers in.
what was warm
is man-handled —
what was whole
is shared
thin.
aching for closure...
the curtain falls shut,
the day collapses—
lights out.
dark, until tomorrow
strikes a wire
inside my skull.
a flicker...
then—
another light bulb
burning again
...a light bulb moment.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 2:22 PM UTC
Lights Out
I Dance in the Darkness —
Darkness, my lover.
I Take your hand,
Sway side to side —
Imagining
The one that got away.
The Memories…
Her favorite record
Scratches,
Still playing
In the back of the room.
Oh Darkness, my lover —
Seeing only her shadow.
Keep the lights down…
Let’s dance the night away.
Strands of Light
Hit the room,
As I desperately
Hold onto—
The illusion of her touch—
Her hands, so tender—
Tugging away
At my clothes.
The Light
Cutting away,
Showing her
I can’t have—
The one who’s gone.
—
My Heart still
Beating to
The sound of her feet
Hitting the floor,
My laugh,
Matching hers,
A moment,
In replay
In my head.
This House feels cold,
Left with wasted space
That was once too big
For the two of us,
Being inseparable,
Now feeling too small…
Her face still lingering
On the walls.
Shadows Dance around,
Perfectly blurring up the lines,
Hallucinations start to intertwine.
She’s stuck on rewind,
In my mind.
When the Sun
Hits my back,
My hands
Lose their feeling.
Each spot of light
Burns —
My lungs suffocate.
“It’s time to let go.”
Perhaps, one day,
In the back of my mind
I’ll **** you.
I will learn
How to dance alone
In haunting memory.
Lights out.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 7:13 PM UTC
The moon kissed the forehead of the pond,
as trembling stars embraced its calm,
as if the heavens, vast and deep,
had found their home within its arms.
The marsh watched on with murky eyes,
laden with a heavy gloom,
no star had ever called its name,
no light had graced its silent tomb.
It whispered low, a voice of silt:
"Why must I drown in shade and hush?
Why does the sky refuse to rest
upon my waters, still and lush?"
The wind, a sage of wandering fate,
brushed softly past and dared to say:
"The less you swallow, the more you see,
for clarity holds eternity."
Yet envy wrapped the marsh in dark,
it clutched its depths, it pulled them tight,
it drank itself into the void,
and severed all from warmth and light.
The pond, so quiet, asked for none,
yet bore the stars within its chest—
and in its stillness, silver-clear,
it cradled time. It cradled rest.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
In my heart, the tears do call,
Each drop that falls, the heavens' thrall.
A whisper soft, a silent cry,
As if the soul would dare to fly.
In my gaze, the storm is stirred,
A spark of truth, a flash, a word.
It bends the soul, ignites the night,
And leads it through the realm of light.
In shadows deep, their secrets weave,
The night, a veil that dawns deceive.
Yet truth remains, though veiled, unseen,
In every hue, in what has been.
It’s not in notes that rise and fall,
But in the silence, beyond them all.
Where stillness breathes, the soul takes seat,
In beats unspoken, soft, complete.
In twilight’s glow, desires fade,
A fleeting flame, now softly laid.
Yet in its ashes, pure and true,
The soul's own fire is born anew
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
I cling to you
When the world scratches
And howls like a wolf.
A place that's well lit,
Safe from harm.
I find my way to you
Following the echo
Of the howl.
Hoping that it doesn't
Recede before I am there.
The world around is more
Dangerous at night,
Broken branches, the chitter
Of odd and hungry creatures.
I, too, hunger to find you
Before its too late,
Willing to scratch and claw
On this unkempt, jagged edge.
Its much too cold away from you.
The warmth of your skin,
The fire of your heart.
I can feel it pulsate
through my veins. When the world
Goes mad,
And begins to howl
in hunger.
Your chest is the shelter
I turn to, the only place
The world hasn't gotten to.
Oct 7, 2024
Oct 7, 2024 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sometimes one needs to
Dim the light to be in
The abyss world
No, no brighter sun over there
Just because
That world is grey
And greyness is
What they are used to
What they prefer
Normality
In their sense
Offering light
Even a trace
May leads to blindness
And yes
You don't want to
Blind them
Yet that light
Is love
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 7:25 PM UTC
I sit under the moon
And the night takes hold of me
It steals me away
Until Dawn
It hands me back to the sun
And I will rise for daylight
But in between
Being taken by the night
And being given to the day
I will dream
I will see this earth's
Brightest and darkest moments
And I will see everything in between
I will see it in my dreams
And then I will rise
And I will live in the sunlight
Only to be taken by the night again
And see all the world's color
I see it in my dreams
Every night
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:38 AM UTC
He hides in the shadows
blinded by her light
she pretends not to see him
pretends she's forgotten
but he knows
she'll never forget
the nights she spent in the shadows
the nights she spent with him
her light is artificial,
white and blinding
he knows she is lying
to herself, to everyone
she want's to be in the shadows
she wants to forget the light
but she stays where she is
and so does he.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
She must be my purest truth, a trickery of light. The part of me that has to stand, screaming silence into the night.
I prefer my silhouette, as my reflection is a disguise. Something waiting to spill out, darkness shaded through my eyes.
She walks with me and whispers doubt, this extension of my being. Never having to pay much mind, to the heartache I keep leaving.
Keeping all my secrets, she mimic's every move I make. Struggling with my sanity, and how my minds about to break.
I am light while she is dark, this Shadow next to me. Merging with my identity, becoming this contradiction that you see.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
Vernal Equinox arrives,
a lush middle ground
fresh with turning,
on the fulcrum
of dark and light,
awakening dynamic gaian breath
and ambitious harmony.
Dancing in and out
of shadow,
darting into
waxing shine,
on the verge
of the continuous,
here at the thresholds fray,
off the precipice we go,
cliffs that drop into the burn
of the suns growing presence.
Fire moves into water
like flourish,
Water moves into fire
without extinguish.
The paradox of love
is alive,
with night and day
seen as equals.
In this colossus of rebirth,
the resurrection of winters death,
blooming out of earthen richness,
with the enormity of natures becoming.
On this brink of passions catching
in the Eastern sun rising,
with balance kept in the approach
of spring rains rolling in,
like tears of tender joy;
a drenching
and vaporous
arousal.
Mind is lost on winds of change
meandering amongst the grasses,
the feet hug the ground like roots,
the spine lifts like spontaneity,
bringing the heart to blossom
in it's ribcage branches,
pulsing aromatic swells
moving outwards
in veins of pranic rivers,
with gushing love,
turning the blood etheric
and unbound by the body,
in some natural suffusion
where earth and sky meet
in endless inter-change,
and all is complimentary here,
and everything is reaching,
to kiss the sky,
in gratitude.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC