#mellow
My face fell apart.
Your eyes don’t look the same in the dark.
Tear me apart.
Fix the wires you crossed.
Expressing lies to my beating heart.
Sew me up.
Hope I’m who you wanted at the start.
I can’t go back.
It’s already done.
This is who I am.
Did you have fun?
Gardens felt alive.
Flowers dancing in our eyes,
chasing the rays
that faked the fun
In our growing days.
Let it be.
Let me fade.
Let me consume these melancholy days.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
the reason i still feel a little hollow
i still dont really know
i can tell life is better
people say im happier
they talk like i was sick
and finally found the cure
i dont wear my hat anymore
not the one i always wore
not the one you wanted to see me in
i like to wear my hair down now
other people compliment me on it
i dont worry about looking stupid as much
starting to feel safer in my own skin
and clothes
tomorrow im going to wear my favorite button down
that you called 'a **** *** shirt'
when i heard you say that
i didnt really want to wear it anymore
she still comes up sometimes
when i get bored
but i think thats normal
im still a child
coping with losing things
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 9:30 PM UTC
barked and barked and barked
beneath the light-bulb moon
a careless whisper in the twilight winds
that opened the doors in the house
walked beside the corner of my bed
questioning me,
talking to me,
persuading me,
like a market vendor
who tells me to buy its products
when I got no answer to tell
only cut phrases or words
stacked. I am afraid to tell
that the future is not on
my hands nor to everyone
only existence and existence
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
Spring evenings
The mallards by the lakeshore
Mellow as the moon is golden yellow
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 10:31 PM UTC
I have come through
the wildfires and
abject poverty.
The sardine days filled
with ghoulish women and
cowardly men.
Now, I have four
walls, and a table to
write at.
I've decorated my castle:
pictures and tapestries,
a raven figurine sitting
on a stump by the aloe vera.
I have a bookshelf from
the curb; all my
favorites are on it.
I turned my brother onto,
A Confederacy of Dunces
I hear him laugh from his
4 walls.
He escaped the
parasitical nights and the
neon souled undead.
It's a great life if
you don't succumb to
the crowd and the slugs that
just slide on through.
Now, it's the simple
things that bring me pleasure:
house plants, coffee brewing,
and the sound of my
neighbor watering his grass.
I think I will get a goldfish.
All perfect and orange.
And on the fringe, I hear
that feral cat, howling in
the night, without his
4 walls.
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:52 PM UTC
The pleasant chatter of the birds,
the mellifluous cries of the herds.
Apr 21, 2022
Apr 21, 2022 at 12:05 AM UTC
I have nothing to write
I am Empty inside.
Unsure if I have been robbed by medication or maturation
or perhaps emotional numbness has caused this.
I do not see the seasons change or the flowers bloom and die.
I see dead leaves, polluted skies.
oppressed peoples, blind eyes.
My empathy has been sapped from me by many years of life.
I am reminded constantly that I’m powerless
to aid them in their strife
women, men and children suffering through life
but someone is helping them, probably, and that’s nice.
then life goes on
again and
tomorrow I am told
suffering exists, numbness is bliss. please return to your clockwork life
Yours’s sincerely Head manager Mrs...
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 6:16 PM UTC
Will you come meet me
At the horizon?
Past the willow trees,
Through the meadows,
Where their bodies
Rot and decompose.
The crows come to feast
On unspoken promises
And love that has ceased.
Now look ahead
Across the frozen lake,
Where few dare to tread,
Lest their disguise
Shatter and sink
Before sunken eyes
Beyond the wasteland
Of woes and lovers
You'll come to stand.
Where beats cry in the night
Woeful of those before
Now passing as mere wights.
Gazing at the cosmos,
I lie still
Having kept my soul close.
Will you come meet me
At the horizon
Past the willow trees?
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 8:26 AM UTC
_𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜
𝚃𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐,
𝙰𝚜 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎;
𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎,
𝙴𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘-𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝,
𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚜;
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕,
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𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 __𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎__
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𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢._
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
I swallow your words
And begin to mellow out.
Turbulence in my bloodstream,
Yet static numbness all throughout.
An accent laced with malice,
By a tongue that knew no sympathy.
You graced me with the fortunes
Of love's complex simplicities.
Love baffles.
Love hurts.
Trivial hearts.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 6:11 AM UTC
I told the stars about you,
how your fingers trace my skin
how your breath blew my eyelids
how your smile enchants my soul
how your presence erased mine
I still told the stars about you,
how your lies swept me off my feet
how your love tore me apart
how your embrace clench my lungs
how you shatter me
then,
I've stopped talking to the stars
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 6:58 AM UTC
though our wind no longer swayed in the same direction
though our sun doesn't rise at the same time
and though our ocean doesn't bear the same wave
my dear,
I've always prayed
from the inmost part of my soul
that your path will always be filled with joy and happiness
and that everything around you
will also radiate warmth
so that the dark lacuna and the brisk part of this world
won't make you feel left alone
so that neither solitude
nor my absenteeism
will cast you away to the brink of inconsistency
and self-loathing
until then . . .
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC
I can't say that I don't care
That I fell into disrepair
but it seems that I am there
and it really really is nowhere
nowhere that I want to be
holds no views I want to see
I need to find a remedy
I am sick and I am tired
of this life in which I am mired
I don't have to be admired
just want to have a voice for choice
is all I have ever desired
choose the way you want to live
choose how much of you..
... you want to give
don't try to always relive those parts parts of you....
... that you decided to give.... away
at last
to the past
I can't say that I don't care
that I once fell into..... disrepair!
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
I WANT TO LIVE!
I want to die
I WANT TO DIE
I WANT TO LIVE
honestly though; I just want to be okay
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
30 denier, nothing else
long legs
wet lips implanted on the glass
mellow heart, sultry breath,
condensed mirror
radiant friction, out of sync
from two outcast ladies
damp hair
humid walls
so right.
i will follow him by Peggy March
rustling in & out of frequency on the radio
indecipherable feeling
warm in here
she told me,loving her is like shaking hands with the devil
happiness is a butterfly
and its summer
so we're fine.
feel penitent
contrite
but we both do
so its fine
we'll go to penitentiary
its not love no
but we understand each other.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
With wearied ways the air looks grey
It's colour stains surrounding planes
Heavy clouds weigh eyelids down
Condensed to rest as momentum slows
Mellow tones and energy spent
Low on conversation goals
All but empty sentiments
No plans today, worn out to play
Sleep instead behinds your gaze
Dreaming to regenerate
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC
Aghast was the feeling within,
the moment I heard saying,
"The grudge in me never ceases,
If I look at you, it upsurges."
What was that? Hatred or Jealousy?
Together we grew,
Together we played,
Together we enjoyed,
But she was loved more.
What was that? The age or Comparison?
Appreciated for her appearance,
Admired for the best smile,
Pampered for the sweet talks,
Gradually grew the inner bitterness unaware,
Igniting in her, the spark of arrogance uncompared.
As I was placed ever in contradiction.
What was that? Seed of praise or despise?
The child in us possessed the love,
while in the name of maturity the gap stretched,
The silence took deep breaths
Between each conversation
We, the alike thinkers
Now parted with difference.
The daughters of two sisters,
Misunderstanding cultivated the distress.
What was that? Distance or Belief?
The question still perplexed
Whose fault was that?
The childhood innocence ripped with arrogance?
Or
The comparison that planted the vengeance?
But ultimately, it is the misconception established with pride.
Now after these many years,
the love in me for her never faded
but grew more when we by chance interacted.
What was that? The pure love or move on?
Having the belief that our thoughts were alike,
My heart ceased not to pour my inner feelings,
As my childhood pal, my sister, my twin.
But still the ignorance in me continued to control,
My maturity to understand the completely changed person.
It took sometime to get in my senses
that her eyes looked hither and thither
with lies unrelated,
and conversations proposed,
not to share but to grasp
whenever connected virtually.
What was that? A changed self or Gossip Monger?
The vengeance inside gradually
turned to revengeful remorse.
And the love had turned to blame,
With pierce striken words she poked
Of accusations and falsehoods,
But none seemed to disturb me.
What was that? Mellow in me or Her immaturity?
With composed tone, I did stand for me,
confidently, a new me,
neither raised my voice,
nor reacted losing my poise,
but assured that in her life,
"Never could you forget to remember me and never, remember to forget me."
What was that?
A blessing from a mellowed soul.
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Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
A mellow flower
Waving in the wind
Dried yellow
A long while ago
Yet holding on
To the plant stem
Unwilling to let go
Of its past.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 10:17 AM UTC
We are thrown to the Earth -- what for?
Without even the least mark to bear,
Waves that toss and **** and side the shore.
In the breaking ocean -- what glory is there?
Still I cannot think by chance it's kept,
For we share time and its passing, fleet,
For our eyes, find the other's step,
Our voices, their echoes meet.
Rathering shed our memory, more our name,
Of the climbing dawn, our love beneath it,
Than serve cruel reason and falsely claim,
We hadn't been born to see it.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
It's raining leaves on a windy autumn day
My heart feels mellow
But my essence stays
Blue skies and sunshine
Are hidden far away
Beyond this canopy
My stress falls astray
These thoughts are hungry
I just want one good day
But here the river flows
It feels dream-like here
Maybe the forest knows
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 10:38 AM UTC
Aphrodite, oh sweet Aphrodite.
Cast your gaze on me, cast a spell on me.
Give your warm embrace, kiss me under the soft moonlight.
Oh sweet Aphrodite, Oh sweet Aphrodite.
Oh, I wish I could see you everyday.
Even if the clouds choke out the sunlight.
Even when the rain anchors me to the earth.
Just stay with me, even just only for tonight.
I'm so infatuated, I would do anything for you.
Just to see if you're okay.
Even for a second, for a glimpse of your face.
I just wish I could see you everyday.
Things are stressful, sometimes I feel like I could drown.
And sink into the sand, to disappear.
But when I gaze into your teals, the strain collapses.
Sinks away like the ground beneath my feet.
Sweet Aphrodite, I just wish you were here.
Forever more, just to love you my dear.
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
It doesn't matter that I wake after sunrise,
Because knowing that you're nearby when I open my eyes;
You, with your sun-kissed skin,
with warmth radiating from the top of your head to your chin;
You, who greets me "good morning" without fail,
while looking at me like we're in a fairy tale;
You, who wakes me with a gentle peck,
as gentle as the sun on my skin, filtered through blinds, a fleck;
It doesn't matter that I wake after sunrise,
Because you remind me of it and of pink skies.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
the depth of night
dark mellow thoughts
i see heaven
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 12:53 AM UTC
what is life then?
If not ***** scarlet nights and cigarettes
Can it be music so loud that it vibrates within me? pumping through my veins,
Harmonizing with my pulse
isn’t life just one big song?
I hope mine isn’t mellow and quiet
I’d like to see it end with a Big Bang
Like the build up in a rock song that leaves me heaving
And yet I’m stuck in the beginning
Repeating every day
over and over
Like my life is a broken record
And the song doesn’t play past the opening sound
And so I find myself in a hospital gown
wondering why my song isn’t great
how it’s not getting better at any rate
while I ponder my worth under a fluorescent glow
tied up to a bed watching my favorite show
grasping at straws with hopes of ‘you never know!!’
life passing me by at lightning speed while I’m going slow
Dragging my sadness that never seems to leave
and all existential crisis in tow
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 12:59 AM UTC
I will not be this young forever
my bones are bound to weaken and tatter
yet here I am trying to mold myself into something you’d rather
instead of just being me
I remember my own incessant laughter
while I was eating myself up about turning grey
what will become of me then I wonder
will the tongues of people become a predator & I their prey?
I look at myself in the mirror & think
about the times yet to come where I lose and sink
with the weight of my existence drowned in pink
with a childish dream of a future where I sing
tears do not turn back time
regret will only sting like lime
on memories I try my best to suppress
of the times I killed my self
little by little,
just to impress
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 6:33 AM UTC