#trait
Each time I think of you
It is as if
I call down the moon
To frame your silhouette
Embraced by another
It is as if
The four winds
Shall burn us both
With the jealously
Born from my nature
It is as if
Each composition of
Scented dialogue
Withheld from my eyes
Became a letter
Of indiscretion
Unleashed upon the world
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
Dear Diary
It’s not my fault
It’s easy to render
Myself a victim
Driven by consequence
Accountability
Sheds daily
Like skin
It silently falls
Perhaps I shall erase
My cuttings of
Foregone conclusions
They surround a
Diary full of days
Each encircled
By failure of others
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
We could bathe
In physical truth
Perhaps we do
Neat or distilled
Drip fed
Like water
In its any forms
Placeless on periodic table
Truth softened
In our fragility
Hardened
By others resilience
Worn by the face of a manikin
At peace within the world
If that’s what you wish it to be
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
I ask
You say
“I’m not sure”
Like the moment
Before it snows
Or nights spent
Searching for Venus
Without clarity
Through naked eyes
You knew she lay secluded
In a room unused
But still said
"I’m not sure”
There she wore a pendant
Engraved “keep out” in braille
I didn’t feel it
We never touched
Venus dims
You won’t speak
Words from within
I ask
You say
“Are you sure”
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Can't break
This figure eight
So as of late
I've been leaving it up to fate
To reveal a gate
Before my plate
Folds under the weight
Transforming me into living bait
For thoughts of hate
Directed straight
At a lone inmate
Inside this prison-esque estate
Skull bone real estate
I was forced to create
Became a red flag trait
And looking back it's probably innate
©2024
Sep 7, 2024
Sep 7, 2024 at 2:06 PM UTC
I took a quarter of a lifetime to create
Boundaries with an impenetrable gate
That I could fall back to at a later date
Who knew I wouldn't have to wait
Because as soon as I challenged fate
And tried to break this family trait
And shift from the pattern of self hate
To a more beneficial internal way to associate
I was lead to and left in this mental state
No trial, no debate
Forced with the threat of death to participate
And that safe place, it began to deteriorate
As the darkness started to manipulate
Causing my stronghold to mutate
At an astonishing rate
'Till now I just feel like an inmate
©2024
Jun 19, 2024
Jun 19, 2024 at 1:23 PM UTC
Love and hate
Both require devotion, more than enough to challenge fate
Both known to be used as a powerful bait
The realization of either can often land a dollar short or a day late
Both can rear their ugly heads at first sight, on the first date
What one is the strongest trait?
Disney shows one over the other but if you were to look into it further you might see the actual history reveals it's no checkmate
What one will ruin your life faster is up for debate
Obviously not a hot take
Show me someone saying only one of 'em can make your life great
And I'll direct you straight to a liar just trying to narrate some amateur bs to placate
To hide the primate, trying illustrate the opposite of it's namesake
Investing in either one, one over the other puts a lot at stake
And don't be fooled
Both love and hate will walk hand in hand with you to heartache
I can't sit here and say I hate to love nor do I love to hate
Just forced to live the second half with no heart to break
The phrase make it or break it plays seconds before I notice I broke what I made...
...once again...
...for **** sake
©2024
Jan 28, 2024
Jan 28, 2024 at 6:04 PM UTC
You now complain
that I have changed...
Darling!
don't you remember
What you told me?
that every time
We make love
we exchange - a trait
from each other...
and after all these years
I too
can't find myself
In me...
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
I am too nice,
My strongest point makes me the weakest,
Regardless of my height, being too kind is where the peak ends
I don't mean by being respectful is where I've lost the fight
The scraps and bruises come from those beneath my mighty branches, those who keep taking chances
The one I constantly provide for, the one that see my bark as supplies, my shade as protection, my time as what I only provide
And I'm way too nice,
She knows all my secrets, how to pick at my wounds
How to get me to leak information, how to deepen past feuds
With more ammunition that I never planed for because I am not the type to protrude and push someone down when their lost or confused
See there's a big difference between helping someone who actually needs it,
And someone taking advantage of the help you give
It's hard to see the difference,
Like a misspelled word in the dictionary
Is that truth or fiction?
Is is reality or a depiction of what is being preconceived..
Those are thoughts I now think about as the text is being received
Her words and phone calls I can't tell why I feel so relieved
When I speak to her, even if I am being deceived.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 2:08 PM UTC
imagine a world that would allow you
to see yourself through your love’s eyes;
you’d see the things that make you beautiful.
like the gap between your teeth,
or the scars below your lip.
completely embrace the defects that meet in the middle,
stretching from each side of your chest.
there’s no sadness in your eyes,
that embarrassing trait matters a lot less.
standing before you would be a person that deserves love
and needs to be loved by you.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Little earth is on the radar,
under the starry net.
Take a handful of soil,
only gauging a star’s gait.
Try once more can't do it
without the star above,
keeping a tab on the land,
on every birth and trait.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Rare metal doesn't substantiate
The substance within
Just as the height of a skyscraper is not the sky
But instead
Be just as you say you are
And am
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
I guess I am stoic,
And tolerant, is that heroic?
Is stoicism a good trait?
Or maybe I am stubborn, okay,
No one has to believe B.S.,
So stoicism is a virtue, I guess.....
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Regret.
Nibbles away at the tiny corners of the conscious mind.
Preoccupying ones thoughts with remorse and somewhat desire.
Remorse over what is done
and what is to be done.
A desire
to do it again.
Regret.
Not a feeling rather a trait.
Its characteristic
embodied within the human
Its here, and its here to stay.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC