#lostinnocence
the innocence of eyes, lost in the gaze of time—
innocent; don’t call my bluff when i don’t pick up.
dropped my id on the floor; left my name there too—
all of you worship icons, applying their lessons,
pressing on people like icons on a screen.
wearing heavy armour by night; heavy burdens—
but dead is the knight. a mute song only the deaf
can hear; hoofs beating nearby while i wore devil
horns pretending innocence; a halo stuffed in my
pocket right after greeting someone hello.
slithering through lies— not worms, just people.
while those who undermine you end up under
the hoofs, gone; just like our innocence, when we
all performed, for people who never had any at all.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 1:33 PM UTC
Hey, I’m still here
Laying cold and bare
While you stress and obsess over your progress
As you pull out your own hair
Every year
I hope you reappear
My Dear
Years ago you would run into my arms
Hugging me as you ran downstairs
I was there when you thought your pretty paintings weren’t good enough for the castle you were placed upon
I tried to help you, but you drowned me like a solemn swan
No longer wanting to hear my song
But deep inside I know there is a part of you that still cares
Even through your intense despair and emotional affairs
One part a child whose innocent tears were stopped at the gates of hell
The other, a selfish singer whose words only ended in broken bitter bottles and blurry bleeding beers
A cheerful child playing with her childhood toy
Now carelessly getting her heart broken by a boy who didn’t see her as a person but just a toy.
I warned you my friend
That he would be your end
But you couldn’t comprehend
With my broken limbs and laced lips
We were once one in the same
But now only saw each other every eclipse
You were immune to love.
I was immune to hate.
A sun and a moon who only see each other at noon
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:56 PM UTC
Impure is what she's come to be
Her hands are stained with her own blood
She swallowed the venom you fed her
She grasped it untill her mouth flood
Like a vicious tumor,
She let it invade her body
She tried to numb the pain
Yet her hands were still ******
She let you **** the life out of her veins
And within her ribcage, dig a hole
In which a rotten heart remained,
In the place where there once was
The purest lilly of them all
Now she's just an empty shell
Of a departed soul
Sep 14, 2022
Sep 14, 2022 at 5:40 PM UTC
Uncle Charlie
don’t you see,
that little girl back there
was me?
Filled with happiness and light,
no one ever
brave enough to bite.
Day after day,
and night after night…
She became lonely
and would lay
in the golden hay.
She loved,
but never found rest.
All the boys wanted her
for her *******
She felt useless and
soon became
ruthless.
Now,
Uncle Charlie,
do you see
how that little girl back there
used to be me?
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
We drove to wild poppy fields,
Lost and open under the sun,
To picnic in solemn, spent wonder,
And celebrate new found love.
Gentle rain came blowing in—
The sky painted a clouded mood,
And old mist rose in lighted heat
A gentle sheet of covering dark.
We then broke down to take leave,
Our lent time was now dead—
There under the cathedral of sun,
Our love smoked in poppyhead.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC