#thoughtfulpoetry
The moon is a bruised lantern leaking clocks,
its silver tears pooling on the rooftops of sleeping cities.
Rivers crawl upward, dragging their reflections behind them,
as if the sky itself demanded a ransom for the stars.
The horizon folds like wet origami, screaming in color,
folds of crimson, violet, and molten gold
stretching beyond the memory of my eyes.
Shadows bloom teeth where flowers should be,
biting at the ankles of wandering dreams.
Branches twist like the spines of forgotten books,
their leaves whispering secrets I cannot remember.
Clouds fracture into paper swans, drifting on invisible currents,
each carrying the sigh of a world I never touched.
And I, absurd and incandescent,
drink eternity from the fracture,
sip by trembling sip,
until my reflection wavers
and the moon blinks in sympathy,
as if it too is learning to bleed time.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
There’s a girl who mirrors my every move—
it makes me afraid of my own reflection.
And if I’m biting time,
then please— _serve me a couple seconds_.
I should’ve loved you better, much earlier…
so I’ll be with you in a second.
Let me shield my eyes— watching you put
on your armour, decorating your smile,
you’re a mouthful of colour.
A love picked from the bunch,
too rare not to treat like a flower.
First as a friend, protective as kin—
even when your salty remarks
mistake pamper for _pepper_.
_Your attraction_? In mint condition—
a treat like a peppermint.
My skin’s a little tinted, my cries tilt
a little sideways— __these long-ass messages__
just to keep you from trailing behind.
Smiling beside you, you give me food
for thought, and a kind word on the side.
It’s hard to find the genuinely kind.
_But you_?
You’re a rare kind— the kind I’d hold
on to, if only I knew how.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 5:43 PM UTC