#trespass
I trespassed through many lives,
some of them mine,
yours most of all.
Being young
does not excuse,
only shows how long
I've known better.
I thought breaking
was just another way
to change shape.
I mistook leaving
for becoming.
You stayed.
You learned to sleep
on a wet pillow.
I know.
I brought the storm
and called it weather.
You wake.
You endure.
You build a life
where I am a name,
a story you no longer tell.
You rise
like someone who had to.
I vanish,
like someone who chose to.
I see it.
Even now.
And I wonder
what it cost you
to stay kind
to the memory
of me.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
it did not make
me stronger,
it made me break
in new ways
every single time
it trespassed,
it made me adapt
to itself,
camouflage it with its
very antithesis,
and when it had left,
it made me unable to
be the same person I was
before meeting it,
everything but it
felt unwarranted,
barely recognizable
unbearable.
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
And when the flush
hearts orbit each other
until gravity collapses the barriers
and you the fall
with strands of passion and sinew
writhing twisting pulsing
your desires out of you
….into you
alive in the fire of the flesh
the soul and the corporeal
a unison offering sense of the two
oh…. but for the trespass
of the heart
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
There are worse places,
little girl. Worse hells.
This isn’t one of them.
There are depths you haven’t yet seen,
where the dive alone
would **** you.
The sea monster of my depths,
curled still, and waiting,
waiting for me.
I imagine his hand on my ***
I imagine all the trespasses
I would never let happen
(never again).
There is the scene of the crime—
I’ll be there once again—
I’ll take a photograph of it
again—
where he knew,
despite the hand that he let caress
its way downward, despite
his fingers that fumbled
towards ecstasy,
he knew—
he knew
that he never should have touched me.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
Open my eyes; frozen and dry
I see your face rarely smile
Your trust never left me behind
Who's holding the Ace; when and where and why?
Keeping us in far distance; why?
Is the race really worthwhile?
Courage to disgrace in blind
Retrace; rational database won't lie
Barricade; between us high up sky
Trespass fury field to tie
Sacrifice like samurai
Give advise with precise; to qualify
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
Two sticks of bones
Laid with meat and muscles over
Cradling a devil in its fold.
The devil rises with heat
Satiated when pain is inflicted
Upon the weak.
In the midst of life
And blood and the hidden
There is an abode, a heaven.
Their chest and thighs pour
Their soul and lust
There is pleasure, there is pain.
But not all pain is pleasure.
Ask the skirts with melting limbs
Played with by the stick owners.
They violate, they tresspass
Tear them limb to limb apart
Blood is a colour they own but despise.
Parted are the weak barks
Exposed is their bottled bodies,
Their insides poisoned with sap.
Their mouths tore
To steal laughter
But what escapes are scream.
The devil in the folds
Rears its ugly head
And burnt is the heaven.
Life giving land is made to bleed
And the pillars of faith are shook
Hands to caress, strangle the own.
They are the weak
In a world of lust
They fear the devil and hate themselves.
Not all who bleed
Wish they did,
Watch those covered little girls
They have been once uncovered.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
heartbreaks are mere doors
we choose to open,
and love is but trespass
we welcome in our hearts
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Go across my gate
And i will know your name
And i will get my shotgun
And eliminate your vein
Trespass on my land
And you will not know your fate
Until you start to lose your mind
When you start to bleed and fade
My land is wet
With blood of the fallen
Done in by my hand
Start moving, stop stalling
Trespass on wet land
And you will fall as well
And join your fallen comrades
Join them down in hell
For my shotgun is war
And my finger, be politics
Your vanity, vengeance
My mind, corrupt government
This is how the world works
This, humanity at its core
All of us, in vengeance
We are damning ourselves more.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
One black night
thinking about reality of life
she, unknowingly let her mind
wander
in the forbidden land
ruled by darkness,
the place where demons lurk
and attack every thought
trespassing the territory
the next morning
she found her thoughts
wounded
bleeding
dying
at that moment she realised
this is the reality of life!!
But it was so late
that nothing could be done,
she now was the
prisoner of the forbidden
kingdom...
and that was her
EVER AFTER !!
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
He sits on the porch
with a shotgun on his knee,
and a mean dog growling low,
daring anyone to sniff
around his exotic flower.
Who could ever be tempted?
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
to the lush old fields,
i walk back,
filled with young yields.
from where i shall take back
the never ending memories
of my childhood days, i thought
i used to sit by the window sill
all alone and still
to watch the autumn sunshine
that peeps into the pane
the big old oak
and the greedy rook
the cherry blossoms on that lonely lane
the blushing lilies and white poppies
that bloom around the shire
i came from a racing world
where love vanished and is filled with dare
where the sea churns blood
and from where humanity fled
we took everything from her lap
and left it bare of warmth and sprout
none have time now
to look back at the fallen oak
nor the rook on the shabby scarecrow
who guards the barren fields
so scarce the cherry blossoms bloom
as the world began to race
trials narrowed to that little falls
where the running streams
told their weary tales
walls began to build up
huge and strong
nor a drop now came
through that restricted site
climbing further
to the peek up north
my ears caught a dirge
which the nightingale sang
to the dying earth
coz now we have opened the pandora's box
and infected the earth
i wonder where the squirrels went
'fore it was their place
now we encroached it
and to rebuild the woods
of fawn , the trespassers forgot
now all that is left of the brook
is a concrete wall
nailed to it a new plastic board
with bold letters printed
read: TRESPASSERS NOT ALLOWED"
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC