#porcelain
porcelain heart
unsure of itself
breaks apart
when it’s compelled
leads to a state
of overwhelm
any perceived attack
it always falls back
to when it was most at risk
provoked to fit in time
to build a wall
lined with bricks
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 5:30 PM UTC
I keep the flood in a teaspoon
Stir slow
Don’t spill
My throat learned how to
Knot itself into napkins
Folded
Unused
Beautiful
You blinked and the room dimmed
Just enough for me to
Pack the sun away
I speak in mist
Maybe
Never rain
Your name still fits
But only on the inside of my wrist
Where nobody looks
I walk lighter now
No grace
Just
Less of me left to carry
If I’m quiet enough you might
Stay
So I practice being nothing
Loudly
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 3:06 AM UTC
You envelop me
As if i'm a cup with a knocked off handle
i fit into Your velocity
Some unknown fingers stacked us into the same cabinet
The one used for the fancy kitchenware
The kind they would crack out when they want to impress
So i pray that they're not vapid as that
After all the greatest of virtues is depth
If they open this godforsaken shelf
They'll notice the flaws i carry on myself
Cracked rim and a missing grip
Damage that even self-love couldn't strip
Love is always more potent when coming from another heart
Porcelain is not as supple as a self-sustaining cat
That can lick the lumps of dirt from her wounded back apart
i heard that mangled cups go to waste
But i swear that i will tear through the trashbag and
Piece
By
Piece
Or shard
By
Shard
Crawl back between Your smooth curves
Your fingers on my face trace sharp swerves
The heat radiating from your nail beds
Soothes my vision of all possible reds
And i revel in your medicine
i desperately need to heal
Your ceramic skin is an effective insulator
The blisters i give You only urge your loving to grow greater
You don't seem to care that i don't have a handle to protect You from the scalding bitter tea
That washes up at my rim like the sea
No,You accept the imprint of my hellishly heated wounds onto You
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
A porcelain doll
Shatters when she hits the floor
Only shards are left
So she mends herself again,
Again, again, and again.
Aug 1, 2024
Aug 1, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
I'm going places
And nowhere good
Leaving the neighbourhood
Of blurry faces
I'm going places
Misunderstood
I would stay, if I could
I'm changing bases
A lonely path
Accompanied by me and myself
Let out a laugh
The past, they think know hell
I'm losing grasp
Spiralling straight into wonderland
Why didn't they hold my hand?
Topsy turvy
My perspectives change
I hurt me
Fuelled by the pain
Lurching, wandering,
Perching, pondering
On a cold, wet, porcelain throne
Mixing, blending
Fixing, mending
Aimless, I push on, all alone.
Oct 19, 2023
Oct 19, 2023 at 9:09 AM UTC
my mother once had a porcelain teapot
gilded with flowers and leaves,
on my 12th birthday, i dropped it to the ground,
and it shattered as it hit the floor
some days i feel like that teapot
glued back together but still missing some pieces
weaker than i began
but stronger than i ever will be again.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
a tea bag steeping
diffusing in porcelain
drink and be happy
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
Skin like porcelain
Ivory, milk and honey
Your kiss pacifies
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
The porcelain shell of his,
Hid his vulnerabilities
As he went on to only find
Cracks that expose him
To the storms that
Rage over the cracks.
While the devil plays
His trill with glee.
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
dancing on a moonless night
the air is cold
stars the only light
a lacy white dress
flowing with her movement
is she porcelain
or is she human
a music box plays
while she slowly spins
her limbs held together
with staples and pins
sweet tinklings and chimes
while she closes her eyes
trapped in a hell
a soft gentle demise
winding down
the music slows
to staccato notes
there is no flow
just jerky beats
eventually
silence
my hands reach for the key
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
Do you see, grasp in the nowhere and nowhen
the whole picture?
Register the tedious highs, lows, widths and breadths
before your private, iridologic rainbows?
Like grasping the rims of “allness” on the path of a forest,
letting yourself grow a vertigo, fragile and docile.
Every, every time you meet up with a person,
do you encompass in your grasp, mind’s eye, all they are, all they are,
at that one very time?
My vision dims out into dependence, when glasses leave, when the forest my attendance seeks
in utter loneliness without my harmony with it weaved.
I no longer have in survival advantage
but it feels more than right to fall, give over,
I give myself fragile, more just, and fit.
In that vulnerability I can see more than
a healthy eye can: Van Gogh’s work on my trees’ leaves.
That is what all presences, forms and life’s skies are for:
fragileness, undoneness, nothingness, reasonlessness
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
in my father's home
tucked into a closet
stands a lovely doll
a dress that spilled over the edge of the armoire that she perched upon
dimming light cast a soft twinkle in her eyes,
a shimmer in her hair
I yearned to be like her
until her façade cracked
and she looked like me
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 8:06 AM UTC
she was a doll strung together with elastic
and her skin was of the finest china
smooth, crafted with the highest of care
and not a scratch to disturb her perfection
beneath her porcelain flesh
are bones of malleable gold
soft to the touch
expensive
truly,
she was not just any collector's item.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
The porcelain
wind of the
moon lifts
it’s wings
of mine
to see
the clouds,
deserts and
dreams of
reality as
one, the
endless
stories of
the green
and golden
fields of
painted
starlight,
the breath
of unspoken
songs in the
conversation
of eyes, too
aerial to be
held, as the
rising, gentle
wind through
the leaves,
and the hair
of lovers in
discovery
of forests
touched
with mist,
rising above
the mountains,
falling as the
song of rain,
they are
rain dancers
who see poetry
as all, and all
is water
Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 5:34 AM UTC
Porcelain begins to shatter
These dolls we all know to well
Looking past beyond the laughter
There is a story to tell:
Up on our shelves you eye us everyday
You pull us down, you want to play
Our bodies hit the floor
In pieces, you don't want us anymore
Porcelain put back together
You aren't done playing yet
Our skins stained, our clothes rags, tattered
We still can never forget:
In a corner catching dust
You never ever cleaned us up
We're left alone lying, traumatized
Unwanted in your hungry eyes
Porcelain isn't the better
Our shards, they cut your hand
And your feet, you should've never
Played rough, do you understand?
Fragile, you never handled us with care
Our bodies break, our clothes you tear
Now you're the one who bleeding
We're thrown away, defeated
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
I think smooth
Soft
White
Porcelain stands up to much
But one little crack sends it to the garbage
Porcelain is strong
Disguised as weak
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
As though her skin was stained porcelain white
She slipped back down from the sky cracked and marred
Though every second of my gaze was wasted
As in her final instance; before departure
She was stained porcelain white
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 2:10 AM UTC
I often wonder
if I am but a teacup
to your boils.
Without me
Where would you set
your pinkie
Where would you pour
your cream
Where else to discuss
the “new mortality”
but about my heated air?
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
Strings around porcelain skin
Bruises that are so thin
Skin never grows
Face never shows never feels
Twirl can she ever
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC