#poetryblog
They aren’t only them anymore—
they’re a place I return to
without moving.
A corridor of childhood laughter,
where my steps were lighter,
where someone’s presence
felt like a small festival in my chest.
I remember
how I used to wait—
not with patience,
but with spark.
Not for words,
not for promises,
just to see them
and feel… enough.
And maybe that’s what stayed.
Not their voice,
not their face as it is today—
but the way I existed
when they were around.
Soft.
Seen.
Safe in a way
I didn’t have to question.
So I keep searching for them
in every new face—
but they arrive as strangers,
while they…
still feel like home.
And now I understand—
I’m not holding onto them,
I’m holding onto
a version of me
that once knew how to shine
without trying.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
Drowning in the pool of judgement syndrome
The cold water soothes my festering burn
Tangled between hours like a ****** palindrome
Air escapes my lungs like the westering sun
So pull me against the gravity if you can
These legs refuse to wake from their sleep
face my tales of depravity a man
Who begs for the ache but runs from the weeps
The fading warmth welcomes this surging numbness
Eyelids now decide to double their weights
Intelligent ones breeding an incessant dumb race
Thy deeds do not outweigh their widening plates
Is it strange that i like my wounds fresh?
Sort of like a hangover that never ends
I hide my intentions behind this skin dress
Reveal one day I must, infliction my only mend
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
The sky cries again in agony
Flashing the lights to conceal its pain
Hammered against the innocent dirt
Losings its fight to get clean again
Let this body soak up its share
For darkness has a way to repair
These wounds that run deeper than seas
The mind says sorry, the heart says please!
So, let the lights slowly dim out
As pain has reached its maximum charts
Can't help but embrace this inner shout
The needle almost seems like poison darts
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:00 PM UTC
As I arrived at the apex of my life
I took a look around and saw
that I was not myself as I once had been,
I am now a faint copy, soft lines with blunt edges.
There was nothing sharp, dynamic or bold left of me.
I sacrificed my inner fire to create
a more welcoming environment for somebody else.
I had turned myself into a picket fence
when I was once not only a steep mountain
but the entire horizon.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:27 AM UTC
My teeth sink
to the bottom of my tongue
I bite my words cutting them
into halves then quarters
then numerous flecks
of unintelligible nothings
until I finally learn
to dissolve my anger
like a pill fizzing into water
I diffuse, I remain calm,
unchanged by any
Outside interference.
In this subtle way
of no swords drawn
I conquer my enemies
depriving them of reaction.
-t.o.
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
The snakes sent by Satan,
Slither past our skin.
But you and I are special -
You and I are beyond sin.
The apple is forbidden,
But you and I have set our eyes,
On something that is much beyond
The realm of Paradise.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
Everything that we hold dear -
Destroys us.
We keep holding on.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC