#startagain
I miss writing
the way it felt
to breathe through words
why did i stop
was it life
or just another excuse
we call it busy
but maybe
it’s the same excuse
we use
for everything
even the dreams
we never chase
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
In a whirlpool of tears,
My head filled with pain,
my eyes are too heavy,
my heart begging for change
I'm not even hungry,
I'm full on emotions,
Every time my hair is dry
I'm pulled back to this ocean
I can't find a direction
unless I drown first,
worshipping chaos-
this must be my curse
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
She is the poem I never wrote,
but always wanted to write.
The poem I’d sit down with,
every intention of writing,
but could not come up with
the right words.
Sweet, but fierce.
Discarding perfection,
only asking for presence.
A flower that learned to survive
in a drought.
She is a poem that takes
the pieces of herself and
arranges them in love.
Not the loving pieces easily
found in the light
that’s too easy.
But the pieces that accidentally
wandered in the dark and got lost.
The pieces of herself she forgot
were there.
She takes her time,
finding these pieces and putting them
back where they belong.
When she speaks,
her tongue is like a hammer,
hammering every nail that needs
to be put into place.
Even if she misses and, instead,
hits her hand,
she doesn’t tear everything down
regardless of how much it may benefit her.
She repositions herself
and starts again.
She is the poem I never wrote,
but always wanted to write.
As hard as it is to start again,
she’s never afraid to start again
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 9:39 PM UTC
she falls
she rolls
she falls again
fragile forgive
exposed honest
forward slowly
raw
is her skin
paper in this damp salty air
take her with you
when you find her there
warm her
in your hearts fire
warm her
slowly
your gentle wind
will ignite her
resting volcano
she has come apart so many times now
her pieces lay where they may
pain
and
beauty
they are the same now
she is neither
fool
or
wise
woman
or
wildfire
sweet sweet slow learner
uncross your legs
untie
the knots of usury
take hold of the ground beneath you
she is you
she is me
she lives in the smallest of places
she is wild in excess
a fractured heart will blossom within her walls
colourful
vulnerable
willing
learning
slowly
slowly
slowly...
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Our love is a shooting star
So majestic and true
With elongated trail
Serves as memories
Some lights are kept
Others are swept
Slowly disintegrate into nothingness
But each fading light
Erased from my sight
Your blinding lust
To have you is a must
But all is short
As you come and go
I shall wait for my star
Again and again
As the first one flew by
A new star shall take its flight
By Our Love Henceforth
And For What It's Worth
S....t....a....r....d....u....s....t............M....e....m....o....r....i....e....s
I a e T e o t
C r h M s
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
*This song has always been in my heart
But now it feels like it is creeping into my soul.
I don't know how long we'll last apart
But someday I'll be part of a whole.*
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC