#swift
How like a dewdrop
Is this life, briefly sparkling,
Swiftly vanishing.
~ Poetictouch
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
The wound is
Pouring
Open
No sadness
No somber
No melancholy
Only anger
Dripping
Rage
Souring
Flames
My story
Our story
The history
Between you
And me
The violence
The blood
The flood
What i once
Called
Love
I hate it
I loved so many
Songs
Treacherous
Dear john
Haunted
They made me
Belong
I felt it
In these songs
I sang
Along
I too thought
How romantic
It is
To be played with
Haunted
To escape
Into
This
To feel
Finally
Wanted
An older man
The slope was
Slippery
I ran full speed
Fell
And flew
If I only
*******
Knew
Loving him
Was red
Bleeding
Dripping
Starving
Only
Longing
Pouring
Into
Someone
Who only
Used you
For
!!Fun!!
I never listen
To them anymore
Now that i know
The meaning
I know
Behind them
I feel
So stupid
Singing along
So used
Loving those songs
So blinded
So obtuse
You
Abused
Me
And i turned
It into
A
Melody
And sang
Along
I thought that love
Was pain
I thought it
Was nothing
But
Suffering
It's all i knew
Around me
Fights
Knuckles
Screams
Bleeding
Hatred
Cruelty
Words
Stealing
Me
Stealing
What
I
Believe
Love was
Wanting to puke
Love was
Wanting you
Love was
Bugs crawling
In my skin
Love was
Everytime
I heard you
Sing
Love was twisted broken
Endings
Love was everything
We had
From the beginning
I thought it was
Love
To feel violated
Betrayed
To feel afraid
Misbehaved
My secret parts
Tearing
Apart
Free for your pleasure
Free as your treasure
I bled for us
To be together
I never listened
To those songs
Again
The ones she sang
They bring
So much
Shame
It's another thing
You ******* stole
From me
Today I listened
Today i remembered
All of it
The melody
The excitement
Feeling haunted
Feeling used
Feeling wanted
And abused
Feeling you
Feeling
You
I remember
The slope
The hope
The games you started
The regret I wanted
Wanting to run
Wanting to be someone
I remember
I was so young
So young
My life had just
Begun
I wanted to belong
To someone
To heal you
To understand
What everyone else
Misunderstood
I wanted
To be
Loved
To show you what it
Really was
You opened me up
When I didn't want you to
My kindness was so strong
You saw it through
You used
It up
****** me dry
Made me cry
I never loved you
I was so desperate to
Please
I let you release
On me
You knew
Yet you stole
All of me
My destiny
My mind
My sanctity
My kind
Ness
Ness
Endless
Suffering
You stole
My dignity
My respect
My trust
My neglect
My pain
My abandonment
My shame
My name
My fame
My debut
My speak now
My birthday
My red
My reputation
I'll never be the same
All i get to claim
To claim
In my own
******* name
Is this rage
Growing and festering
Inside
Of
Me
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
We met in lack, in longing,
in irony and light tenderness.
You sat on my dry branch,
coincidental,
casual, with broken wings,
for me it was a sign.
Nature has its rights:
you in the air, without a nest,
I anchored in breathing earth.
This wasn’t supposed to happen,
but it happened.
Writing the dirty-gray reality
of our world in color,
under the skin,
hoping our healing might come true.
Enchanted,
we entered
parallel worlds.
But these worlds have hard walls.
What is safe for me
imprisons you.
You opened a window to freedom,
and I felt fear of open space.
My roots are sunk
deep in hard earth,
waiting calmly for the thaws of spring.
I offer shelter to others,
used to being invisible.
I envy your wings.
I fear your pain.
But still, in our meeting
We know how to coexist
in the same space,
calmer and gentler somehow
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 8:23 PM UTC
The only daughter of a nobleman
I lived in a fantasy
All I did was follow the plan
But your venom stole my sanity
You sent me to my grave
You should have saved me from the fate of Ophelia
I loved you because you were brave
And like a fool I took the bait
Flip…Tails
I gave you my flowers
You used them as decor
But you neglected what was ours
They began to wither with the downpour
The rain came
Here it was, the fate of Ophelia
Misery bloomed, igniting the lonely flame
And I surrendered to my tragic state
Flip…Tails
I sat alone in my tower
Going through my garden of flowers.
Unlike you, I didn’t have willpower
So I sunk for what felt like hours
You forced me into my destiny
You didn’t save me from the fate of Ophelia
They tried their best to help me
But their efforts were too late
Flip…Tails
I lay in my deathbed
I was gone
And your tears were stained in red
My essence, was a withering flower in the lawn
Dark clouds gathered where my garden once stayed
You never tried to save me from the fate of Ophelia
My violets bent beneath the cruel wind’s sway
And sorrow drags my petals under its heavy weight
Flip… Tails
While I died off screen
You died in your vanity
Now my soul is unclean
Your throne, fallen into insanity
The river still remembers my silent plea
May you all suffer the fate of Ophelia
Let the river mirror what was done to me
Forever bound, together soulmates
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
wrote a letter for you baby
feel so much better getting it out on pages
can’t stick to my mind, clogging drainage
i still want to see your smile today
but that’s not my choice to make
we are more than the battles we’re facing
love is so swift and so sweet
the feelings have me sedated
waiting, waning
wallow in my familiar pain
faithful, taking
this time to embody patience
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 9:22 AM UTC
In Đà Nẵng my friends cradled me like a child.
We screamed Taylor bridges,
tequila-toasted in bars until the lights blurred.
A single candle in the bathroom
danced warm sighs through open windows,
and all felt calm.
I grew new muscles balancing on a motorcycle,
sometimes gripping Harry’s jacket,
sometimes throwing my weight into the wind.
The city flared neon and gasoline in stuttered traffic,
but along the coast
he drove so fast the vibrations in my chest harmonized.
I pictured my bones becoming butterflies if I let go.
I had entered the Year of the Dragon on a futon,
swayed to half-sleep by a hundred chanting voices
from the temple next door.
I did not dream of dragons.
I only learned to breathe fire.
At midnight Bailey stood at an ancestral altar,
kumquat branches, apricot blossoms, red envelopes, wine,
burning full sticks of incense,
and smoking half a pack of Esse Lights.
This is how the year turns over safely.
Tết is not about faith; it’s about continuity.
The Year of the Snake slid in with new bones and old habits.
It hissed that suffering could be scripture
until letters slithered free from the page
and coiled like cold jewelry around my wrist.
I didn’t make it for Tết that year
no silk áo dài, blood orange, too big
for a body that learned shrinking
before it learned staying.
That was the shedding.
Salt water peeling old skin away,
songs shouted so loud they drowned the ache,
poems that did not start tragic,
nights when my body finally kept time with the moon.
At home the water did not move.
At home the dog’s teeth found my hope.
A terrified mouth rerouted rivers
through my soft parts.
A jewel carved from my nose.
Six punctures blooming across my arms like altars.
In Vietnamese stories the snake waits beneath the water
to claim whoever dares the bank.
I wonder if I was chosen the moment
I opened my mouth in those bars,
when I leaned into the bike’s curve
as if danger could be a swan song.
Now I lie awake at hours unnamed,
tracing scars that hiss answers back.
Something from Vietnam keeps breathing through me,
the candle’s heat, the coast’s long nerve,
voices braided into salt and night,
and I cannot tell if they are echoes
or fangs testing the dark.
They say snakes shed to grow,
but no one warns you how thin the new skin feels,
how everything burns against it,
how you mistake survival for prophecy.
I touch the scar and wonder
if I am still that girl clinging to the bike,
or if the snake has already swallowed me,
patient, sleepless,
feeding on my own venom.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Hey there Travis, you went and got you a Taylor.
Got Down on one knee, so, you are no longer a player?
Big rock on her finger, true spoken like a sailor
She goes from 1989 to a little different ERA.
Making millions of dollars, singing songs about her break-ups.
Are you next Travis, will you be putting on the make-up?
Shake it off there, Taylor, it's looking like a rebound.
87s on the field, oh No, it might be a touchdown,
She's wearing red in the box, we all know you have to look down
She is a pop star princess and you're a football star
Dancing on the field, looks like you made it this far
All of her fans are all crying with every single word, dropping an another album that's pretty obscure
You go from T one, Travis, now can I call you T Squared
Now are you a Kelce or Swifty? heck I really don't care
Catch the ball on the field, even the refs dont play fair
I will say it like this, hope its really not true
The life of a showgirl, just maybe undo.
Is Divorce is the next album? Cuz, you will be feeling it too
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 7:38 AM UTC
The Life of a Showgirl
Glitter is just dust
that learned to beg for attention.
The crowd loves the fire,
not the girl breathing the smoke.
I’ve bled in gowns worth more than rent.
Showgirls don’t sleep,
we just step out of view.
I bow so low the room flips upside down
and think about staying there.
The house always wins when the house is me.
Every encore’s just a prettier cage.
Applause is hunger wearing perfume.
I’ve been feeding it my spine for years.
Every standing ovation is an autopsy report—
cause of death: she was too good at her job.
I learned to stand still
so the aim would be easier.
The dress is breathtaking,
and I can’t breathe.
The pearls bruise softer in summer.
By fall, they know my throat’s shape.
By winter,
I forget I can take them off.
The life of a showgirl
is knowing the curtain call
and the execution order
sound exactly the same.
And I bow
until the curtain closes,
and I’m gone-
even I’m not sure
where I go.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC
Verse 1
Took the wrong bus on a Wednesday
Wore the skirt I swore I hated
Had a blister and a sunburn
And the sky was drained and jaded
Sat by a woman with a bag of peaches
One rolled out and hit my shoe
She laughed like my aunt who died in April
And I almost said, “I miss you too”
Pre-Chorus 1
Joy didn’t knock, just drifted through—
Like a memory dressed in something new.
Chorus 1
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt too short and pride too loud
Joy just slipped into the backseat
While I cursed at every cloud
I’m not healed, just unbothered
By the mess I’ve started to miss
I flinch at kindness lately
Like it’s something I can’t resist
Verse 2
The driver missed my stop completely
But I didn’t say a word
There’s a silence that feels sacred
When you’re scared of being heard
My phone lit up with nothing
And it still made me smile
I’m the patron saint of letdowns
But I stayed soft for a while
Pre-Chorus 2
Joy didn’t ask if I’d moved on
Just slipped back in like nothing was wrong
Chorus 2
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short and ego bruised
Joy slid in like she owned the place
Like she knew I’d already lost the ruse
I’m not healed, just out of stories
So I smile and call it wise
Now I host my hauntings sweetly
Like the ghosts were always mine
Bridge
I practiced detachment like a prayer
Burned sage, lit candles, grew out my hair
But it still smelled like him in July—
Like sweat, and shame, and cherry pie
I told the moon, “I get it. You only show half,”
Then cried so hard I think I made God laugh
Mascara on my birth certificate
From rewriting who I was
Tried on forgiveness like a costume
But forgot what size I was
I kept rewriting the ending
’Til the story started biting back
Guess healing is just hiding
In a dress you thought you packed
Final Chorus
I got sunburned in my silence
Skirt still short, but now it fits
Joy returns like clockwork chaos
Pulls up laughing, never quits
I wasn’t healed, just hungry
For something I didn’t have to chase
And for once, I didn’t flinch
When the world looked me in the face
Outro
I told the moon, “I get it.”
But I was really talking to myself.
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
I renamed him "Were You Sent by Someone Who Wanted Me Dead?"
because the damage didn’t feel accidental.
Now his name sits like a warning—
a lighthouse in reverse,
pulling me toward the rocks instead of away.
The boy who made me feel alive but ruined me
is "Can’t Go Back, I’m Haunted,"
because that’s what he was—
a shadow teaching me how to crave the dark.
Even now, I catch myself looking for him
in rooms I swear I’ve locked.
The one who left quietly got
"Stood on the Cliffside Screaming ‘Give Me a Reason,’"
because that’s what I told myself:
he wasn’t cruel, just lost,
just a plane circling the runway,
never meant to land.
I scroll past his name
and wonder if he’s still searching.
The fling that burned too fast
became "She’s Gone Too Far This Time,"
because I warned him—
I’m no one’s redemption arc.
He wanted fire to keep him warm,
but I only know how to burn.
The boy who was almost enough is
"I’ll Tell You the Truth but Never Goodbye."
His kindness felt like sunlight on bare skin,
but I couldn’t stop chasing shadows.
His name glows softly—
a reminder of the light I couldn’t hold.
Another became "Back When We Were Still Changing for the Better,"
because that’s all we were—potential,
the kind of almost that stays caught in your throat,
a song you never finish writing.
I left him there in my phone,
a name too soft for the edges we’ve grown into,
but sharp enough to remind me
how hope always dies in the details.
There’s comfort in cataloging heartbreaks this way—
turning them into lyrics instead of people,
letting songs hold what I can’t.
I swipe past "Forever is the Sweetest Con,"
"If a Man Talks **** Then I Owe Him Nothing,"
and "Old Habits Die Screaming."
I laugh at my own theatrics
and wonder if they deserve immortality.
If one of them calls,
I’ll watch the name flicker on the screen,
smile at the poetry of it all,
and let it go unanswered.
Because some names
only deserve to live
in someone else’s song.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 2:53 PM UTC
An act of defiance
Is merely an act of compliance
To words you never told me
To worlds in which I couldn't be.
I dreamed mine in my mind
They were the Taylor Swift kind
With hidden key chains
In my deepest of pains
You could never reach
A contract we couldn't breach
I told God this couldn't be me
And then I watched myself, be.
What hurts the most
Is I always knew I should expect the worst
But I hoped for the best
I put my fears to rest.
Until you just pulled them out
When it all went south
I danced with my demons
I prayed for new seasons.
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 2:39 PM UTC
From untouchable
To wonderstruck
From Xena and Gabrielle
To Damon and Elena
To looking at the stars
And breathing in the moon
From that's the way I loved you
To a thousand years
With laughter
And heart
Running away
To a jump start
Faith and hope
Everyone telling us
You are
The poems I always
Wrote
You are the love
I sought for
The wonderstruck
And enchanted
Dancing in the snow
Or breathing in October
You and me
Once drunk
Now sober
We are everything
My heart dreamed
Lying in a cold car
Singing wonderstruck songs
Playing along in my dreams
Never to be
Never to be
Yet here we are
More than I dreamed
More then I could know
Unselfish love
Innocent like a dove
Laughing and hugs
Simplicity and the whole **** sky above
We had red
We had blue
I have you
You have me
To pink
And gold
To all I ever want to know
To your heart
And my soul
To my best friend
My _lover_
Heaven always knew
It was destiny
It was meant to be
To Cinderella
And holding you
I'll keep your hoodie
You'll keep my
Sparkling shoe👠
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 11:39 PM UTC
I’m laughing this morning, spontaneously. We’re not studying anymore. Our sophomore school year is over. I’m giddy, giggling, like a 9 year old on sugar.
I think I just finished the hardest class that I’ll ever take - my last pure-math class, ever - and I got an “A.” Just barely - by two-tenths of a point (.2). That’s by the skin of a bacteria, the thickness of a sigh or the weight of a glance. Yeah, and I’ll take it very much.
We’re gathered, with two extra-large NY Pizza Supremas, around Lisa’s parent’s long, white kitchen island. Lisa and I parked on tall bar stools and Peter, lounging on a nearby couch. The playlist we’d had going, had just ended. We’re looping a lot of T.Swift because we’re going to see her in concert in TWO days (May 14th 2023). Leeza (Lisa’s 13 yo little sister) is here too - but she’s in a mood.
“You know what I want to hear?” I offered.
“What” Peter asked.
“The other side of the door” I said. Leeza groaned.
“OH MY GOD,” Lisa squealed, “ANAIS, Anais!!, I KNEW I loved you, I already knew!
Lisa turned to Peter, “Anais and I we, we have this string - some might call an invisible string”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “tying us to each other,” Lisa continued, laughing, “and sometimes I get so shocked when she reminds me it’s there.” “right,” I agree.
“And you’re so real for that - it’s so true.” Lisa finishes by starting the song.
“Taylor Swift’s “the other side of the door” plays, Leeza stomps out, taking half a pie and when the song finishes there’s silence.
“Wow” Lisa said. Peter looked up from wherever absurdly boring physics article he was reading.
“Sorry,” I told Peter, fanning myself, “we’re recovering. That song has the best outro in the business.”
“Cause you just expect a song to end on a chill fadeout” Lisa explains, “and end nicely.”
“This one just ends, BAM!” I laughed. “BAM!” Lisa echos, laughing as well.
“It’s trenchant - the little black dress - you just have to shake your hips every TIME,” I say.
“It eats, it eats every TIME,” Lisa agreed.
“It eats so much I forget he cheated on her!” I laugh, “I don’t even CARE!”
“I don’t even care,” Lisa chuckles, “in the outro,” she tells Peter, “she’s takin’ back her man because he got with some girl in a little black dress.”
“It’s a hard lyric,” I say, “the beautiful eyes, the conversations, the lies, are all I can think of.”
“I like Taylor’s version the best,” Lisa said, “you get the emotional maturity and her voice is more mature.”
“Of course,” I said, “I grew up with that album - I think it came out in 2008 (I was 5) - but I remember, about two years ago, maybe three, I was in high school, some friends and I were driving to the lake and it was a full-on Swift-sing-along. We finished singing it, and I thought, “WOAH, that song EATS - how had I missed that?”
“I know,” Lisa echoed, “her music just hits at different stages of life and still comes off fresh.”
“Like someone discovering the Beatles,” Peter said, “who were - 60 years ago?”
“Yeah, or David,” I said. Peter looked confused.
“David - from the Bible?” I explained, “THAT was a long time ago too. Have you Godless Californian’s ever read any of the Bible?”
“No,” Peter said, sarcastically, going back to his reading, “but I saw the movie.”
Jun 14, 2023
Jun 14, 2023 at 12:44 AM UTC
Interesting times,
all things seeming meaning full, as life.
Life passes uncaring.
We live and learn to love it. We accept the victory.
Let truth free the captives.
But who shall feed so many? Their loved enemies. Yes.
Good idea.
Try it.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night
And if he wanted me, he really should've showed
Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fall out
‘Cause like, I've seen this film before
And I didn't like the ending
Aug 18, 2021
Aug 18, 2021 at 11:17 AM UTC
Known for obsession with heartbreak,
Turning sounds of heartbroken tears into anthems,
The words we all feel
But could never produce turned into a karaoke song
Volume as loud as it can go,
Trying to drown out memories of the high you gave me
The naive girl in the songs sounds more like me,
As I replay the red flags
With each heartbreak had
there’s a song to be played
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
I want to be as good as Taylor Swift
To write songs as sweet as you,
However I will always be Rihanna.
All I know is take care of you
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC
You shone out of nowhere,
in the everlasting depths of darkness,
reaching out,
and stealthily pulling me to the light.
My emotions began changing
ever so swiftly
with the every pump of the heart.
My eyes blinding with such brightness and joy
For I wonder was it because of you
or the world now I saw?
But, then you left
for there were many who walked in this world,
Even when alone,
I thanked you for showing me another world,
Feel the depths of happiness
and the light which lit my skin.
But solitude in the world of
happiness was not my place.
Then came my old friend,
darkness that lured me back in
'Welcome back'
for it wrapped me in its comfort
And said 'here you are to stay'
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 6:41 PM UTC
You think
I am a hen
In god's house
There for the plucking
Oh honey
How foolish you are
To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me
My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly
Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip
You thought this dance
Would be swift
But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
cause baby we got bad blood
you know we used to be mad love
so take a look what you've done
cause baby now we got bad blood
now we got problems and i don't think we can solve them
you made a really deep cut
and baby now we got bad blood
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
a sultry day ends,
hot, swift wind moves the tired leaves;
early moon looks on!
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 4:46 AM UTC