#nightly
A curled, unnoticed wish
slips from its body
and squeals into the ear.
It rests in a narrow drawer,
marked under the past thought.
Does it remember what it was before?
A drained phone on a silent table
doesn’t accept fractured letters.
Light sinks into obsidian depth.
Everything has gone with the air.
And yet, just yesterday
a floral dress
swayed on a swing
in the garden of the day before.
Summer hung heavy with scent.
fruit, swollen and ready to burst
and someone drowning
in not knowing how to choose.
Then words began to cut
like sharp snow.
After autumn, dense with nostalgia
came winter, so indifferent in smoky fog.
Tenderness shed its leaves;
only awkward silence remained.
The world has shrunk.
Touch no longer brings closeness.
Misunderstanding stretches
thin, weightless, unanchored.
Steps refuse obedience.
A left hand holding a key
fails to find the lock called home,
where a warm flame still flickers.
It is possible to return,
through freezing winter,
to the juicy spring?
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC
An abusive psyche
No might be
Cradle to the grave most likely
The lengthy reminder's set for nightly
However not by me
I have no say apparently
©2024
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
You break my heart every day and twice nightly
Hell, I'd rather be lonely
I'd rather be lonely
Than to be rejected by my one and only
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel unwanted by another claiming they love me
I'd rather be lonely
Than completely dismiss the better half my personality
I'd rather be lonely
Than watch you act like it's a chore to explore a little intimacy
I'd rather be lonely
Than to witness you go out of your way to avoid my advancements like they're icky
I'd rather be lonely
Than feel more unwanted than I did through my first 40
I'd rather be lonely
sigh
I can't imagine anybody actually choosing to be lonely
But here I am, holding out for my somebody to join me
©2024
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 7:50 PM UTC
DAX-
Dear Alcohol
~My Verse~
I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
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She goes five sheets 'cause she says she can't deal with my **** sober
I'm sure there's plenty out there who'd agree with her
I don't make it easy on her, she's a fuckin' warrior
Wasted or sober
I know it's an escape from more than me but I'm why it's nightly
Just her current mistake, worst one yet, yeah probably
I know what she sees when she looks at me ain't pretty
Wasted or sober
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I got wasted 'cause I didn't wanna deal with myself tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize
I got wasted
©2023
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 7:46 PM UTC
I
At night, I search for the wrench
I lift it off my nightstand
I lie down on the workbench
the cool weight held in my hand
what I must loosen first is my knee
lull myself to a state of repose
leg is a swollen trunk of a tree
placidity the pain soon outgrows
ache that is green
ache that is ivy,
ache that is wrapping
around me
entirely.
being disarming,
the way that a friend will--
in no way harming,
I pry up one tendril,
My ache and I have just locked eyes
I turn my bolt counter-clockwise
just one half turn.
making way t’ward release,
pain is adjourned
to finally find peace
II
And in the factory,
It seems I was wound too tightly
Deemed satisfactory
Now, I relieve pressure nightly
The bolt pushes in such a way
it leaves the metal bent
Relief is not given away
but instead it is lent
pain that is sharp
pain that goes squish,
pain that is swimming
around me
like fish.
The pain in my head
a pain bright white
Will surely spread
If not done right
My head and I sob, throb, and cry together
And then I finally sever the tether
spin one full revolution,
Though I know it's unwise,
Lets in nightmare pollution
Maybe last night’s reprise
III
At night, I will always search for the reasons
Why is it that bad things happen to good people
I lie down and lament each of the seasons
If it’s about church, I’m skewered on the steeple
Now plaguing me is my dear heart
O! Please don't think me frigid
It’s how to be, if you are smart
Walls that throbbed become rigid
want that is lace
want that is divine,
want that dissipates
completely
in time
Wincing at every twinge
Heart so hollow it awards me pain
Lace is fraying at the fringe
Meteor in my orbital plane
said it flutters and feels flighty
prescribed one spin righty tighty
Then, compact are the loves I hold,
Locked in my heart airtight
No space empty or left cold
I wish you all goodnight
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
Out of the formless void
Shining forth like an asteroid
The shooting star
A wish upon my heart
Edges of a dream
Overlap upon the seams
Staining the world in light
Through the windows of my eyes
I see you
Deeper parts of deeper truth
You see me
Leaning into this gravity
Sifted to find the finer gems
You, most precious among them
And I, stumbled upon
This - The Loveliest One
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
I know a girl who won't give up.
The strongest woman in the world.
She will smile
Without biting her tongue.
She will laugh
Without sadness on her lips.
She will soar
She will fly
In time---
Every single night.
She pains.
She pains.
She dies,
time
til
time
in every single
drawing breath.
Needlessly.
She cracks.
She wounds.
She breaks.
She scars.
Scarily.
Killing herself
Just to fall asleep...
Before she prays.
Makeup---
She pains.
She pains.
Yet she stands.
She tires.
She tries.
Makeup---
She smiles.
Fractured.
Yet still smiles.
Tearless.
Wearless.
Tireless.
But not painless.
Makeup---
She talks.
She pains.
She smiles.
Makeup---
She walks.
She pains.
She runs.
Makeup---
She's strong,
yet her strength
it needs refilling.
For she stands,
it aches,
yet still she has,
anaesthesia.
Makeup---
She succeeds.
Yet it pains,
walking away.
Makeu---
She goes home
Alone.
It hurts.
It hurts.
Yet she drives.
Make---
Cooks food.
Instant made.
It burns.
It burns.
Yet she eats.
Mak---
Brushes her teeth
Looks at a mirror
Seeing herself,
Smudges.
Blurs.
And yet she still
has the power
to close her eyes.
Ma---
And she lies on her bed.
With all the pain in the world.
She doesn't even
have to wash off
the makeup on her face,
she just cries it off...
M---
Before she prays.
Just to fall asleep...
Killing herself
Scarily.
She scars.
She breaks.
She wounds.
She cracks.
Needlessly.
Drawing breath
in every single
time
til
time
She dies
She pains.
She pains.
Every single night.
In time
She will fly.
She will soar.
Without sadness on her lips.
She will laugh
Without biting her tongue.
She will smile,
The strongest woman in the world.
I know a girl who won't give up.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Drinkers of devilish drinks at times of night,
Are drinking nightly, behind bars imprisoned.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC