#newworld
A hot air balloon hung motionless
in the sky, we stepped out
of the vintage car
by some inventory
on the cobblestones
behind us, my older self stood
on the iron bridge watching
how we and the dog looked
around in the new world
which rose
half-dreamed, half in brick
from the mist of the old
Belgian land beneath
the clouds of time
and the threat
of the wind that will
blow away everything
dear to us
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
Obligation or love, I demand you.
It is possible for both to genuinely persist.
Time is all that remains—Join me, don't let it slip.
Fleeting moments of flawed interactions, it's a lot of pressure, so many unrealistic measures.
A long marriage can't be what happened. Is it an obligation? We are Wed but not whole—just fractions.
Does obligation masquerade as love? Drench me in affection.
Time’s fading
... ENOUGH....
Half a decade, and I’ve felt you escaping. Time binds my heart; with bitter intuition, I’m begging to escape it. I need you to face me.
All the FIGHTING is for you.
My fear, you were my safety.
Obligation or Love, are we divided?
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
Our affection in question, you remain dismissive. Confidence drowns you with no words, no kissing. Clasping me. Your unspoken energy is staggering. Demanding of me, Abrading my fear, curating my thoughts back to us. A cluster of memories adrift, drafting clear thoughts. I’m unhappy, the downer, the anchor to our drifting, silent sea.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
“To each their way” I spite sputter departing “home”
“The New World!” They say “A new life!”
Then how did she hold me the way I scorched the sky yearning to be held
How did he know
He answer the questions I urged the moon to answer
Demanding an answer!
How is it new?
How so If all of it is familiar?
I am greeted with “Welcome Home” Not “Welcome”
I'm not discovering, yet continuing
Resat in my nook
They said “We’ll leave you be”
“No please, come join me” I say
“My home craves it’s warmth”
WIth that a light reborn
This soft, calm, but indomitable glow
The light at the of the tunnel
Yet no tunnel ever existed
I merely opened my eyes
Greeted with the warmth
The love
The joy the home I dreamt of
The one I kept squinting at miniature distance
They asked “how do you like your new home?
It’s like I never left.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
My brightest star. When I met you, a new galaxy was born. One that was made from our love for each other. And that galaxy, it's interstellar! It's vast and never ending, like my love for you, like yours for me. It has many stars, ones that I'm sure you created, because just like you they're by far the most beautiful things I've laid eyes on. There's a sun too! Luminary and cosmic in size! I'm certain we made it together! That sun, it's bright, so bright, fueled by love and care, how else would it be able to burn for so long and be so radiant? But that's not all, of course, there's more! Distant nebulae: a sign of more beautiful stars being created, the endless flashing of comets whizzing by: a show of constant burning love and desire, the dancing patterns of breathtaking aurora: symbols of our enchanting love. And countless other things! Our galaxy is never just a black void, it always has constant attractions, a statement to how loving you is never boring. You're like a black hole, you have an irresistible pull, inescapable attraction! The only thing I'll ever remain beside. We'll make countless memories, you and me, and store them in those magnificent stars you make, our very own constellations. What will you name them? ... And you might be wondering , "where are we in this galaxy?" We're floating, me and you, witnessing this beautiful new place that we're creating, together.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
Who is right—us or them?
None stand pure, all condemn.
Same mistakes, the same old tricks,
a world that bends to the strongest sticks.
They want what they want—flawless, bright,
a hollow dream wrapped up in light.
A lie that grips, that shapes the mind,
none escape, none unwind.
Broken thoughts, blind beliefs,
like flies drawn close to tainted grief.
They circle, they feed, they take their share,
but none ask why, none even dare.
All fear when new thoughts rise,
the steps of change beneath closed eyes.
A world still wears the same old gloves,
different hands, but still it shoves.
Never bow to a stick, break free,
step ahead, seek, question, see.
Rise before they bring decay,
before they mold minds into clay.
No stick will feed the hungry mind,
no chains can hold the ones who find—
the truth, the cracks, the space between,
where freedom waits, unheard, unseen.
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 5:58 AM UTC
Where is the sound
That once gave meaning
To my name.
It seems lost in the echoes
The sound of a
Crying shame.
I try to pinpoint the time
Channels I was
Passing through
When I could interpret pre-echo
When each syllable
Rang true
When my offspring was purer
Relative to
Innate impurities.
Girl, boy vastly interrupted.
So much for blood
As a surety.
Belly fire lessens with years.
Caution blows back
In the wind.
Flirting with status quo delusions.
Slogans & logos
Slowly rescind.
Pure thought tainted with church & state.
Leftist & Right Wing views
Scientifically spliced.
This new world creation seldom takes sides.
Calculates the outcome & always
Dresses nice.
I’m halfway there, queasy still
Rhetorical views beginning to
Make sense.
Cautious malaise on either side.
Starch chaffing neck
Outcome offense.
I occasionally hear my voice
That blew with caution
In the wind.
Volcano dormant still pushes the crust.
Delusions sicken me back
To the fringe.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet
Did the past month really occur
Or I just hallucinated that we met?
Consectetur adipiscing elit
Did I regret it
Or did I wish I stayed longer for a bit?
Sed do eiusmod tempor
Did you regret it
Or are you wishing now for more?
Placeholder,
I'm just another design page,
whose lips are a passing, familiar symbol.
A replacer,
You're just another pretty face,
whose eyes I already forgot the color.
We move along and away,
Get on with our diring days
I couldn't even dare call you a lover,
we really just both filled each other.
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 1:54 PM UTC
A normal night arises,
we take comfort with one another as we have in many past connections.
You reach for me I oblige.
My body yearning for its pleasure,
a silent request for more than traditional
I grasp you with a deep ****** of my body.
Pulling my leg up resting it on your left shoulder I
slowly pull your lips to mine.
Dropping my right leg connecting our bodies,
our toes gently touch.
I can feel your smile, as our bodies naturally take their own course
gripping together.
Your body heated your rhythm climbing
I pull away just enough to include your hand allowing you to feel me as your manhood penetrants.
Guiding you gripping you with nothing more than my lady.
I plead for you to lay deeper
allowing you to experience my true pleasure
Your one finger touching gently my lady's grip tightens
our stare
opening up as you experience my ****** control.
Apr 27, 2022
Apr 27, 2022 at 11:37 AM UTC
Life was unkind, writing brings me light.
Most of my writing is trashed.
In hopes, the world around me can't see who I am.
Words are kind.
No thought left behind
Spilled time in ink reassuring myself, freedom of speech.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 9:30 AM UTC
Time is.
Time takes.
Time lives.
Time has beauty only seen in moments of its existence
Time is the unknown
repeating routines of its experiences.
Day-by-Day
Minute-by-Minute
wonder surrounding time,
giving moments, expanding existence.
Leisures linger in wonder.
Grasping moments.
Time is.
Time takes.
Time gives.
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 5:11 PM UTC
We seek out a new world
explore what we can
Find to creatures in the land
whether you be a woman or man
You dive headfirst into the challenge
Not prepared for what might happen
To find what was lost
and bring back home
just to study the unknown
Suppiles is limited so use it wisely
Time is percious
but don't rush
Be aware of what lurks in the dark
animals like we've never seen before
hidden deep with the ground
Some may hide out of fear
of what could be there
But in your mind
you say
"You never know until you get there"
living by your words
Even if it means
travelling to the darkess city
or a lost forest
even a cave no one has ever seen.
You do it for the fun
and for the rush
It's like a new adventure every day
"What's next?"
is what you'd say
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 4:33 PM UTC
Far away from here,
There is somewhere.
I dnt need to cry,
and bow down to all your whys.
The questions and demand,
Here i burden myself with all your commands.
But somewhere,
My view matters,
My choices are better,
I dnt need to follow command
And my desire expand.
I wish to meet you there too,
So that you see how happy i am without you.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
The bird struggled to its feet
The day had finally come
In fear the bird gave a small tweet
The first flight is frightening to some
Fly or fall, two options nothing more nothing less
To me this is comparable to my own stress
I asked her out, she said yes.
I thought my trial had ended
I flew from the tree and didn’t fall
But now is the greatest test of them all
Will I survive the world of prey?
Or will I fall victim and dark be my days?
No one knows til the end is come
Not even the bird itself until it has lived a full life and bourn it’s young.
Or one with the earth the bird has become
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
you talk like a kennedy.
east-coast americana.
salt spits from your
weaponised mouth.
go back to your compound
and lie on the surf
from whence you came.
chunky sweater man.
i’m not your jackie,
nor will i piece your head back
together. your old-world
dreams return to the sea.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
We were always crazy kids with crazy dreams.
And we never changed.
Crazy kids.
With their crazy ideas.
Ideas of world peace and of no hunger.
These crazy kids they say.
But I’m one of them.
A crazy kid with her own crazy ideas.
Crazy dreams.
Dreams full of nothing but the future.
Crazy girl. With your crazy thoughts.
Stop for a second.
They’ll say give up.
Don’t do it crazy kid.
Don’t ever look back.
Or down. Or away.
Crazy kid with your crazy thoughts.
What will you think of next?
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Don't just think
That our eyes are filled with rebellion
We a have desire for a better world
Add on your story if you can relate, your voice, everyday
People trapped in busy days, gettimg swept away
So stop pretending you're safe and sound
It's just a cycle of being perpetrators and victims
Why we say go louder.
We're so young
We're so freaky
We're trapped inside, losing what's real
We be screaming "GO"
Another pain, another page
Another song, this one
If no one can understand me
Then my dream will make you understand
Shout even louder, go
Trust your ego and for everything else, eyes closed
This isn't just my monologue
We're dreaming together, dreamers shout back.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:50 AM UTC
long winding roads
will you ever end?
this place
is starting to look
a lot like home;
pine trees
and fields
as far as
the eye can see.
golden rays
warming my skin,
and illuminating
the sky
as we settle
into a new world.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
why can't we buy and sell emotions?
let's make a new world where we could?
shall we?
i would sell my joy i guess
it's really annoying i can't stand it
because it's comes and goes when it pleases
and i would buy trust
because it would be pleasing
to count on someone
what would you sell or buy?
anger, fear, shame, envy or sadness?
courage, confidence, patience, kindness or love?
join me in this mystery..
/M.A./
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC
we woke up from our dream.
The playground was empty, the swings barely touched by toddlers.
We wanted too be like mommy when mommy is on drugs and daddy can't be found.
It's so hard trying to remember the last time you preferred soda over ***** because soda doesn't make you forget the pain as well.
Can you believe we really did sit on those swings, wanted to watch reruns and drink soda?
Even wanted to be like our parents for a time?
It may look nice, cheerful, and happy as can be but its cold out here in the world and sometimes I'm happy I woke up.
I know that its not unicorns and sugar-pops all around but, there are times I wish I was oblivious to my indigenous home.
Friend we woke up a long time ago but you handled it differently than I.
So differently that you were dreaming again just a new dream.
I only wonder when you will wake up this time.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Let's be real
My poetry isn't what it use to be
I use to write these poetic lines that made you nod your head to the beat
Made you rise from your seat and do a 360 just to hear me speak
But now if that is what you seek
I'm sorry to disappoint but all you will see is me struggling
Living the recession to the fullest
Unable to connect the dots that float right in front of me
Yes, this is one of those stories
About how one of the greats have fallen from the heavens he once resided
The only difference is I was never a great
I'm just a simple minded being who seeks peace for society's sake
But that's kind of hard when society gets off on war
Creating these war torn third world countries who can't even breathe the air they live off on
Then again I'm only 18 so who am I to call out society and its perfect system that has been in play for centuries
So let me just close my mouth now and send you on your marry little way
But before I go there is just one last thing I would like to say
Act now before it is too late.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC