#pair
mouth wide wishing to the hinges
eyes hooked like both falcon and falconry
hair an off blond length of maintenance
weighing forward her radar ears
sensory plate of social pale oval
quick to commune wit / laughter
a companion
matching dunder-doll putty youth
with a goppy mouth
that folds over its soft grippy teeth
protective joy
home happy in socks
and comfort
they're a pallid pair
of the young world
without old regulations
and maintained damage
they could rule the world
and do a better job
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
4am tears, undergrad took 5 years
you left in exam season, the feast of my fears
i graduate in 2 weeks, crazy timing
you were mine once upon a winters timing
the blue flowers bloomed like Novalis
i am troubled and dramatic
where art thou romeo
where art thou pair
where art thou romeo
where art thou chèr
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 1:02 PM UTC
I ought to know that,
We are one in the same.
We can't fix it,
And I don't feel any shame.
We don't talk much,
Nothing really will ever change.
But i don't think i like it,
And I feel so strange.
If you were to go blue,
My heart would crack in two.
I wouldn't confront you,
We’d end up like we always do
If you know me you need to show me,
Or I'll just crack in two.
And I'm not sure you’ll fix it,
Just because I'm so used to it.
If you know me then show me,
Say it right back to my face.
Cause i think we could fix it,
Become not used to it.
Cause you know that we’re the same,
I have worse things I can take.
But i can't have you flake,
Or else I won't have my escape.
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
stifled in this house of mirrors
thought my promised love was here
my flaws become all too clear
critical seeds deposited deep
i can see them blossom here
rose petals, swollen fruits
but no pair in this house of mirrors
cracked the case, racked my brain
all this data, i need to leave it
in this house of mirrors my confidence is decaying
my ego grows tired, i lean into yoga
realize my ego’s expired, my old life is over
my stability is fading
in this house of mirrors i saw possibilities
in this house of mirrors i saw atrocities
in the shadows of ambiguity, i almost lost me
balancing beam, shattering dreams
warped perception, endless maze
biological embrace, removal of societal shame
this house of mirrors lives with me today
Jul 21, 2023
Jul 21, 2023 at 9:29 AM UTC
The rose in front of me
often seems like is
the cherry picked one
treasured in the most epic hunt.
Down the blue sky
the clouds get clear over time
and the truth shows up:
It’s no invention.
A made in heaven pair found on Earth!
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC
next to never (a pair of ones)
squeezed between nuh-uh and fugetaboutit,
is that long gone notion in the nation of concepts,
like one true love, the connected lines on each of our
bodies, certifying we are a pair of ones, a strong hand.
there are chores to be done:
reread Guy de Maupassant,
delete two thousand unread emails
cry for my so lost children
let Walt Whitman wash over my body like oil
kick the guy out of bed so he can make us coffee.
a ton of stuff to do, good thing, we got a strong hand,
that pair of ones.
which I am now informed is called a pair of
Aces.
Who Knew?
7:51 Sun Jul 12
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
The stars
In her eyes
Make me
Feel alive
She is the day
And I am the night
And when we
Both collide;
She fills the void
In my chest
With her
Illuminating light
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
Love hurts when it can't be shared.
Say to the one I love? I would not dare.
I'd like to think that we'd make a great pair.
But should I share, it would end with despair.
Love and Dare.
Always a pair.
The friendship is strong,
the bond constructed,
Though it hasn't been that long,
My love could be obstructed.
Love and Dare.
Everywhere.
Should I say love,
he might say no.
Is it worth the risk?
I wish it was so.
Love and Dare.
A nightmare.
Or a dream come true.
You never know if you don't ask.
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:59 AM UTC
You use your coded words,
Building up my feelings for you.
I never shared my secrets like that.
Never said how lonely I felt,
But now I don't feel as alone.
You are there in my life.
You inspire the words that I write.
My twisted metaphors,
My once empty writing,
They hold you in them.
You're there in name.
You're there in comparison.
You're there because i put you there.
When a poet falls for a hacker,
They realize that they can hack more than just software,
Or bypass firewalls.
They can hack our feelings,
Bypass the walls we set up,
And infiltrate our systems.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
Kiss in flame,
An unending blaze.
A sleek smoke dance
Gently spun
Changing to a sweeter one.
His body enfolded
In a warm glow;
Fire resonates within us.
Passion fuel without smoldering;
We make love while the world’s unfolding.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:54 PM UTC
_Why,_
You ask,
_Use ten words
When two will do?_
‘Cos a pair is always eight words too few.
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 9:19 PM UTC
I'm not known for weaving dreams
I'm only a scream from a nightmare
I would settle for a peaceful moment
To dream of watching your beauty glare
If crossing seas will bring us closer
If climbing mountains will make us pair
Then mark my word that I'm coming
To win all battles and claim you there
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
A pair, north and south
Whose love cancels each one’s doubts
Find their way, always
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
So what if the sky
won't let you walk away
with a patch of the blue sky.
Catch that slip through
the fingers close by
'a pair of butterflies'.
It does a matter whether
you say there is or there is none
truth is a piece of heaven is on earth!
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:29 AM UTC
I feel inspired by the way the bright yellow and deep red leaves fall and as they do they swing dance with the wind as they grace the floor
I feel inspired by the way the black and white keys correlate to make sweet harmonies
I feel inspired by the way the wind and waves creates surges, carrying life within them
I feel inspired by the stars and the moon. How one cannot be full without the other. Each giving a different kind of light, but together give a different kind of brightness
I feel inspired by the snow and treetops; how the light fall of the chilled ice create a spectacle of beauty that glitters in the sunlight
I feel inspired by the city and the lost souls within; as the smoke from their cigarette permeates the air. For this smell is a staple of the city
I guess I am inspired by this deep feeling of connection; togetherness in all of its raw forms
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
The leaves of a vine, always together
Inseparable, closer than ever
Flowers of memories blooming bright
Lively and joyous
Two little doves taking flight
With the help of each other
They roamed the skies
Snow white cloud's gentle greetings
The leaves of the trees waved back
Deep in the forests, something changed
Tigers growl, birds don't sing
A burning sensation heated the jungle
Spreading to every tree
Burning every vine
The flowers that once bloomed
were now black and withered
Doves of the sky went their separate ways
To save themselves
Without a goodbye or take care
Clouds darkened, hovering emotionlessly
The leaves rustled with annoyance
This is the end
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
My mind becomes cluttered.
Since I was a kid.. the simplest of thoughts add on top of one another.
even though there is a big lack of stimulus
Like a television with one hundred channels demanding "A view"
the "medical clicker" is lost and your brain seem's "too full to align with clearing itself back to complicity..".
You are full in the head..newer ideas are next to impossible
temperament becomes askew
The "treatment" is "stimulus"
the doctors mistake such as "mania"
Since a hyperactive child never grows..the energies never cease, as well.
Blind eyes, who fail to "look outside an unorganized box of practioner's recycled thoughts,"
could ever help (neither the victim nor the prescribe)
to place on the right pair of glasses
Such failed views .. clarity.. shall never be something that they "see" in order "to grow" or are willing to "grow with" refusing newer education and treatment grounds
An open page of a "still unfinished book"
Such meanings
which all who need to be "open eyed" enough to be able to show them in order "for them to ever know"
To teach the afflicted
"How to channel the energies and the focus"
as you mind's eyes are "in need of glasses"
Give the wrong treatment
and the medicine can burn out clearer views
than the regimens he's tried and deemed "the only one"
Not one size fits all
Look to the old, however, might be a mix with the new?
"Not every remedy is addictive or harmful"
"nor does one pair of glasses clear the visions of all.."
just as these so called "experts say"
to " save your life is the quota"
not "how many cases in which the practitioners have half-way saved.. walking on egg-shells..to save their own careers"
(Shells)
It makes another successful life
from a once cluttered mind
to loyalty and honor of the one who had helped him
Such a a once lost patient does keep in his now "clearer mind."
Who cared more for the advancement and quality of life of the one who asked for his "helpful hands"
Not "Magic hands"
"openness" is always the "better mixture" of "pills and therapy"
The vision cure that always seems to be the math equation that leads to successful medical group and their great sounding cliche and "medical change and reprimands."
Not afraid in sticking up for the betterment of their one client
then such additions of success become an army
of the "grown children"
with the right "pair of glasses"
that see more than just a "glass" half full, however, "the world."
Now, this bright and more colorfully lit world will shed light to those left "in the blurred dark"
as the once lost were found and the found shall become part in healing
those professionals who chase "selective cases" like "hungry sharks."
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
You asked,
what’s the point anymore?
Of us, of everything we’ve been through,
and in that I found I was so tired of being
inside of goodbyes.
I’ve been driving in circles searching for brighter days, when everything that embodies them has only been 2 miles away. I’ve spent so much time hiding under my own eyelids that I forgot my waking moments aren’t supposed to solely consist of whiskey moonlit nights. I tried so hard to block out the white noise, but I couldn’t help but hear your voice, whispering in the sway of the sprouted flowers emerging in the cracks of sidewalks. I became complacent with rainy days, but still couldn’t help but see your face in the subtle beams that break through greyscale skies.
You asked,
what’s the point anymore?
And I realized the point is us,
nothing but a linear pair.
And as much as we try,
our lines can’t help but intersect.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 6:47 PM UTC
Bound from the start, walking down a joint trail
We danced, mesmerized as our souls intertwined
Fate's gentle ribbons pushing us to go scale
Worlds of one other when planets collide
Surprises await, their land is far from free
Patience and eyes open bear sweetest fruits
As icy gates fall, in flow deep mysteries
The heart commands as spirit follows suit
Tell me your story and I'll walk along
Fascination by beauty knows no human bounds
Let threads of our journey together grow strong
We'll conquer wild horrors of your world and mine
Soft light of dawn touches lands drowned in night
Suffering leaves it's mark, staining a new day
Our minds ignite, moving like one to fight
Together we can keep the darkness away
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
crucified
crucified
by the venom of a viper's bite
crucified
crucified
there wasn't any scrap of respite
crucified
crucified
in a rancorous mean spite
the pack of detractors
wanted the dyad beaten down
so they served up a caustic vitriol
to claim an undeserved crown
crucified
crucified
savage the meter's punishment
crucified
crucified
ever vile this scathing torment
crucified
crucified
none being fair in treatment
the cross of the critics
nailed the duo with a despise
they showed no mercy
for the pair's demise
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 7:26 AM UTC
We are the perfect pair
Two lovebirds sharing a nest
I make your heart sing, you make my heart fly
Your voice puts my heart at rest.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
is after me
she is poking
her stick
in my
honey hole
she takes her stick
crams
it
in
my
honey hole
we start to tingle
she pulls her stick
lick lick lick
she licks
me
sting sting sing
we
stung
her bellvadear
?
...
..
.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 7:24 AM UTC
a fumble,
a moan,
two bodies,
a home.
the whispers,
the gasp,
two people,
at last.
a stumble,
a groan,
two endings,
alone.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 4:50 AM UTC