#literal
i have since learned
however that
in scientific terms
there might be something
in the belief that
a full moon will impact
upon a person's behaviour
and can lead to
subtle changes
of mood and patience
not due to spiritual
gravitational or
mystical effects though
but simply because
the circadian rhythm
can get disrupted
by that sudden flood
of silvery moonlight
known as increased
nighttime illumination
which can cause some
to struggle to fall asleep
while others may experience
up to thirty percent less
deep sleep than
they need
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:01 PM UTC
it makes no sense
to someone like me
when they say that
the pull of the moon
at its fullest
can make people
behave strangely
differently
erratically
seemingly
out of nowhere;
whether at its fullest
or as a mere slither
in the night sky
the actual moon
remains ever-present
and unchanged
in both mass and
gravitational pull
the effects of which
must remain
largely the same
regardless of how much
is visible and illuminated
on any given night
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
First froze the 𝘌𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩,
When the 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘵 climbed too far.
Then was it scalded,
When the ¹horses came too close.
Of course,
Most people eschew mythology & learn only from reduced histories.
Similar situations such as this,
Like Climate Change,
We have lived through before as a species.
That much is plainly obvious.
The kicker is,
At least with what's left of those records,
There is an implication it was also from us.
From how ancestors of ours treated Earth's ecology.
But also,
How the universe treated us.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
There is no darkness.
I mean this symbolically,
But also quite literally.
There is light
Constantly all around you,
Flowing through you.
Spectrums you can see,
Spectrums you don't.
But are you able to?
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.
By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.
Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!
By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.
A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.
By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
Fission, fusion.
Derision after derision.
Creation, destruction.
Degredation after degredation.
Combination, seperation.
Decay after decay.
Fusion, fission.
Praise after praise.
Destruction, creation.
Amelioration after amelioration.
Splitting, collaboration.
Growth after growth.
I know only
That I know nothing!
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 9:04 PM UTC
You couldn't tell if I was crazy
If you were even any sane!
And you're not.
You couldn't tell if I was sane
If you weren't any crazier!
But you are!
Does it hurt your head to think?
Why, let it stop!
Does it hurt your chest to breathe?
Why, just quit it!
Soemone else can do that for you,
You can just take the credit!
For if the heart should ache
You're better off without it!
But serious-
The cloud tells the rain
What is & is not water.
Do the falling droplets care?
"What are these foreign definitions?"
The destination is the same,
Their own priorities remain,
And perspective is unchanged.
These strange properties,
Words themselves as elements
When strung together by sentence.
Is repentance within a reflection?
Redemption by sight through a drop of liquid?
What grippings within these pensions,
What potential within these tensions,
What whippings within these conventions.
By the accounts of every party attended,
What stern material has been cobbled.
Yet, poverty is worn stronger.
That which itself is as the weather,
I think it closer to trinkles
Than shine & twinkle.
What do the poor pour?
What do the bums toast?
What do the homeless shower?
A buddy of mine
Left really only notes.
Another was a rotten cheater.
I knew one that liked to play with guys,
Knew one that liked masks & needles.
Comes what? What goes? Who knows.
It can't be worse than before,
But that's not something you remember.
Of course, I mean, not someone you know.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
i am a literal thinker
something not verY useful for a pOet
for everyone else writes Using metaphors
and Dreamlike language that i dOn't kNow how
To replicate
Unless i caN somehow teach myself to
write like a poet Does
i will forEveR be loST in this ethereAl world
but at least everyoNe will think i
Dont truly mean what i say
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC
Plenty, long - it is pitiful.
Is it never better than to taste of it?
Empty, numb - it is pitiful.
Is it naught that is more flavorful?
In the living glass of the universe
I am a liquid,
Drink the drink.
By the marsh like mixture of life,
Split the iris,
Eye to eye.
As the electric echo of an echo
Waves as expression,
I am a particle.
I am the light
By the gypsum rose grown.
I am the order borne out of the primordial.
In weaves & webs perennial,
I am the pyramid doubled.
By the barycenter offset zero,
I am without mass & weightless.
In the predeterminants of the hypermatrix,
I am a bolt of lightning and the thunder.
By the storm of the ocean struck,
I am a standing wave in motion.
Material and immaterial.
Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 1:48 PM UTC
Anonymous, oblivious
To the person kneeling before me.
My head spinning,
Throbbing,
Weakness in the knees.
My heart racing,
Trembling,
Color flushing cheeks.
Darkness, heavy scents
Intoxicating.
Gripping the sheets
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
I like ****** the most
When they're quiet and know their worth.
Them being the only ones
To sell themselves out;
Set the rate yourself.
It'd be a shame
Living on your back
For but paltry wealth.
Small penance too,
For fleeting looks and fading health.
Not a profession with a pension,
Not a career with a penchant for happiness;
But if fucking's your passion
It's shorter lived in-person than on camera.
May 15, 2024
May 15, 2024 at 12:21 PM UTC
Rain makes me feel safe.
I’ve long found home in the storm...
Why can’t it just stay?
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
I miss the rainfall
As these short days grow colder
I await my love
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
Gift me with song
My darling flute-player
Gentle stirrings
Musical stimuli
Rouse the heavens
To extraordinary flight
Take me to the throes
Of immorality and back
The jetstream of which
Will glisten like gold
Upon your sacrificial lips
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
It is sunny out
But I know storms are coming
Where are the storm clouds?
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
It is, I tell you, I promise.
It sits on my right, open and barely touched.
Pure condensation glittering on the outside
Chemical intoxication squatting on the in.
Charmingly Silver and a splash of red
the colour of an impulsive clown.
"Diet" it says, Im not on one.
"Coke" it says, Im not on that either.
why are you even here?
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Hi
[How high is it?]
I’m not exactly sure—how tall are you?
[I’m about as tall as I’ll ever be—one day soon, I’ll probably start shrinking. I’ve heard that happens when you get older.]
Well...
[Well, you say? How deep is it?]
It’s hard to tell, since I never used it for water.
[Deep wells are best—why I still remember the drought of ‘34 and all the trips we made to the neighbor’s well after ours dried up.]
I’m sure those were quite the days, but how are you today?
[Today? Today I do as I please...so long as I’m pleased to do as I’m suppos’d to.]
That sounds like a good strategy.
[Thanks. You’re welcome to adopt it—I won’t even charge you for it.]
How generous of you. Thanks. You have a good day now, ok?
[I hope to, because every day above ground is a good day.]
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
she won't stop crying
she says you did her wrong
she saw right through your lies
but she still chose to play along
now she is bruised
she sings an irregular song
now she is empty
because, with all her love, you have gone.
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC
#
"Stop and smell the roses" is an ironic cliché,
cause when doing so literally, it is strange?
#
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
The first odyssey is a difficult one
To step out into the blue and hope not to fall
But fall you will. Usually fast and quite hard
The next time you walk out yonder
It’s with more care, but the result is inevitable
Sometimes you leap off the cliff.
Sometime you inch off of it
Sometimes you don’t even see the edge
Eventually the landings become easier.
Your knees cushion you.
Your arms splayed for balance.
Is it getting easier?
No!
Sometimes you hit every outcrop on the way down
And land in a broken heap on the shore
But you know what
You’ll do it again, we all do.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:02 AM UTC
i’m typing this
as i’m waiting for you to get back
from the bathroom.
in the starbucks
cozy acoustic music is playing
and your mocha frappucino
half empty
is on the table in front of me.
your lips have touched the lid
and i don’t want to be
that person
but i wonder.
i wonder how it feels
does it know that it’s lucky.
can it tell me its secrets
how does it do that?
get you to open up
and let inside the warmth?
i’m not jealous.
just curious.
you should be back any second now.
you might walk out
back to our cliche little table
and ask me
what i’m doing
what i’m typing so furiously
what i’m so passionate about.
i will want to say you.
i love you
right here right now right time right place
i won’t though
maybe i’ll say
“i forgot to finish this paper
that’s due at 11:59 tonight”
or maybe i’ll say
“i just got an urgent email
about my political science class tomorrow”
or maybe i’ll say
“an old elementary school friend
just sent me a Facebook message
and i need to reply”
or.
or maybe i’ll say
“nothing.
nothing more important than our coffee.”
maybe i’ll just close my laptop
mid-sentence
because it’s true.
nothing is more importa
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
I'm sick
I've got the flu
so I let the cat outta the bag
I'm feeling bad,
so forgive my lack of lyrical display
it's caused me lots of dismay
So please find it in your hearts to forgive me today
I'll be poetic again when I'm better, trust me :)
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC