#stitch
Crush cut **** flip
**** guns **** kids
Sharp knife dig into the blood honey spread thick
It’s a mode it’s a *** shoot show it’s a stitch
Everyone will grow in his heavenly dome ring
You’re already less eternal than I...
By killing a kid in the blink of an eye
I don’t need to believe in a heaven you see,
I just feel the breeze in the arms of the trees
You’re a smudge on a page
A pen that’s exploded
Not like the kids who’s blood will be moulded
What will you do when your wind-up stops working?
Your teddy bear lurking– its eyes can’t be fixed
It’s too late now, you’re trapped in this -
Where muddy roots mutate your tapestry wings...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
Adrift in shadows, hollowed by the night,
Yet gratitude still flickers, frail but bright—
A thirst for dawn, though weighed by whispered sorrow,
We clutch the fraying thread of tomorrow.
The ache of absence hums, a silent hymn,
Melancholy’s wine pools to the brim.
But in these ruins, treasures softly gleam:
A map of scars where longing dared to dream.
Our story trembles, ink on splintered wood,
Yet pulses warm where hopelessness once stood.
The thread, though thin, spills gold through vacant air—
A silken ladder climbing despair.
We’ll stitch the rift where darkness bleeds to blue,
And weave the tale our hunger dares renew—
For even fractured light still claims the skies,
And dawn persists in tired, stubborn eyes.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 8:47 AM UTC
she ran a hand over her heart.
the tip of her finger got caught
in a small stitch tightly sewn
to keep her heart together.
but in that fateful moment,
the stitch quickly unraveled,
loosening her still-beating heart
until the pieces could do nothing
but stumble around each other,
crumble into soft, maroon dust,
and settle into her weary bones.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 1:08 AM UTC
looking up at the sky,
wishing to be a part of is
what we all dream of—
then come those
who stitch up their feathers to fly;
to prove that you can own that sky
with your efforts
rather than chillin'
if we really desired for the sky,
we had been one of those
but sadly, we can't make a difference
though it's not late
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC
I leave empty spaces of crowded stillness
In hopes that past promises can sew themselves
into the embroidered stitches
of your wise words
And you speak to me, unbound
A heavy heart in your hand
And I carry it, quietly, searching for its rhythm
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
Done, ends stitched in a seam—set
to be worn over yourself.
A stain so bright, you sparkle.
Too far forward to flip. The sipper,
the straw, the soda. Bleeding ink
every blink, but still brimming.
Ripped apart like a rainbow.
A love letter to life still
in the works.
So dead you’re divine.
Only visible in the love-light.
Weird as a plant that bites
the bully, as a phlox
sprouting through sand.
Wingless like wind, fin-less
like a fluid. Lost but
listening to your own heart.
Found.
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC
The sun rises above
the white mountain-tops
penetrating air crystals
wondering the beauty.
When the ice melts
it flows down the heart
as the snow breathes
its ceasing stay in visit.
You wonder where
are the melted hearts
you dig down the snow
collecting faded flowers.
Flowers of ice, flowers
of lost illusions and misery
flowers of love and hope
you stitch them all in one.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
I know how it feels to be lied to and alone.
You tore out the stitches in me you have sewn.
I should have guessed when "forever" you intoned.
In your eyes, forever is brief. I wish I had known.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
Sadness is as much
A part of our life
As happiness is and
this is the reason
I am writing now
For tomorrow who knows
I might barely
be able to stitch
The two parts together
With one mention
Of your name.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC
I will kiss the sadness off your bones
Stroke your DNA and reshape it
Cradle your heart
I will stitch you back together
And love your scars
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC
Show me your five closest friends and I will tell you, your past,
They hang like stiches to cover what life has taken from you,
You were born with eyes rotating 180’
Then the death started to walk on your back demons hunting you,
So you evolved upright, 90’ no look back.
We make friends based on what we need or what we have lost.
Show me your friends, show me your scars,
Now look at my friends, can’t you see I’m in pain.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
there is no us anymore
i wish i could go back to the times
that us existed
but without u
us won’t exist
and without me
us will be broken
trust
heart
all smashed to million pieces
broken
picking up those pieces
stitching them back
to the right places
hoping that they won’t leave a scar
hoping that it would look the same
hoping that u would come back
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
why do i have to stand
when i could fly
my feet are glued
to a ground set on fire
ive waited long enough
for my wings to grow
no matter how my hand shakes
i will grab each feather
try try try again to stitch together
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Not even all the love in the world could stitch you back together the very same way again. I know that now. I know.
And maybe someday he will see it that way too.
Maybe someday he will see that we are all fighting our own personal battles, and sometimes those battles don't fit well together.
Sometimes our battles put together just create a whole new war.
Sometimes those wars aren't worth putting your boots back on for.
And sometimes it's the hardest thing, taking off your armor and giving up when you've been so used to constant day to day war cries and shrapnel.
To let chaos consume you, to wait for it to pass over, is paralyzing.
But all I know is you are tired, and you are too beautiful and wild to be kept down for long.
All I know is I want you to find your calm after the storm.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
We are all stitches in the cloth
of the universe,
each a moment holding
the past & future together.
For without these
overlapping occasions
we would become frayed.
Undone not learning from one another.
But we are but one stitch among the
many colours that are
woven as far as the eye can see.
patches that collected together.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
they read
in
silence
mandalins
violence
loved
love
me
nots
oh how silent are we
breath left to fog window screens
collapsing what we know
as
sweet
memories
good over bad
who said that
what love
has
your
silence
cherished
meet me here
below your window
we know
you can
catch
an
kiss
see mine blowing
to
you
we have orchestrated an symphony
on
each
and every kiss
listen for our lips
joining
in
cosmic bliss
close your eyes
count to three
pucker up
now
your
kissing free
he closed his eyes
his lips felt
her
heart
he heard art
?
...
..
.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
sew
sewn
sewing
stiches
stitched
to my sleeves
tears soaking
simplicity
magnify
times
me
in
i
find myself
me'ing me
perfectly
time hurdles another fence
passport in hand bus stop timed
frequently flown boot soles
composite toed mistletoe
kiss me rosey cheeks
love me dearly
love me
most
love
me
ghosts
learning to sew
?
...
..
.
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
*Silver flame burn in her eyes
as she tries to hold back her tears
Dark shining fires
shooting like spears
beating beats of fear.
Rain drops falling the greyness
in the field, by the river
shine of the diamond
devoid of the glitter
slowly the sparks die.
Rings don't bond them back
unstretched the spring
broken ties, empty hearts
unopened carts
but a game of cards.
Moved back in position
dreading the new season
searching the reasons
blaming themselves
in those eerie silences.
Fighting themselves to break
but trying in hearts another stitch
the tear too large
a very hard wreck
unlikely to be any merger.*
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
When we got together I quickly learned that
he liked to fix things;
whether it be cars, toys or even people.
But I didn't need fixing.
So he peeled me apart,
petal after petal,
until I was no more than broken glass on the floor.
Then, he started stitching.
Where he had ripped me at the seams he
sewed my wounds together and glued the pieces back
until he was satisfied.
He was done knitting.
What I forgot to mention was
that he'd always grow bored a short while later
so he eventually left me for somebody else
"who needed fixing."
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
My mind is overloaded
And overworked in accessing
All fragments of the stored memories
From the backup tapes.
I want to clean up the older histories
And replace them with newer ones but
Stitching them together has become
A predicament because
What's the order of importance?
What should be deleted and saved?
How do you prioritize life's memories?
Does it worth it?
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
I want to take a leaf out of your book
and, with threads of love, stitch you into me.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Little needle face,
With a long pink dress and teeth
Too big for your mouth,
You are but a doll
with a back breaking slouch and
chest made from cotton//
your
Little needle hands
the machine that
stitched yourself
Together, the twine that
holds your heart
In place a
Jagged knot of
Cage and wire.
Little needle girl,
with a button nose and stringy
hair,
Please
***** all your tormentors
The way I could never ***** mine,
And
never grow your body
Back
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:31 PM UTC
Her stiff hands held
a needle and a thread
look up to her eyes
they are open doors
not white but deep red
wipe your tears, she said
wipe my dry eyes,
I am unsteady, unhinged
I have no tears to shed
-Kaya
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE,
BE AHEAD OF THE GAME - WHAT A PAIN,
DON'T PUT THE CART BEFORE THE HORSE,
NOT ANOTHER ****** HORSE - DEAD OF COURSE,
THERE'S NO FOOL LIKE AN OLD FOOL,
THAT'S ME BUT I WON'T LIE DOWN EASILY,
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND,
WHO DREAMED THAT UP - I'M STILL WAITING.
ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT GOLD (GOOD),
ESPECIALLY IF IT'S EUROPEAN 22 CARAT,
ALL CATS ARE GREY IN THE DARK,
THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T FIND THE *******
DON'T PUT ALL YOUR EGGS IN ONE BASKET,
AS IT'S EASTER - I'M GOING TO EAT THE LOT.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC