#trio
We laugh, we run, we spin around,
Our silly voices fill the sound.
From morning light to evening glow,
With you, my heart will always know.
We build our castles, high and bright,
Dance through the day into night.
No rules, no limits just pure cheer.
Our inner child is always near.
Giggles echo down every hall,
We chase the moment, catch them all.
Secrets shared and mischief made,
In every memory, our love won’t fade.
We whisper dreams beneath the stars,
Laugh so hard we forget the scars.
We paint the world in colours loud,
And carry sunshine through every cloud.
Through fights and tear, thoughts highs and lows,
The bond between us only grows.
Your hands in mine, your heart with mine,
I know our souls will intertwine.
I couldn’t live without your light,
your laugh,
your warmth,
your endless fight.
Sisters, you are my safe, my home,
With you, I’m never truly alone.
So here's to us, our endless play,
Our little wild hearts that will stay.
Forever silly, forever free.
Forever you, and forever me.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
i locked eyes with the moor last night
and he begged me to turn away
he said
« turn from the swale that weaves the shale
the marl that smells of hail
the fox and the hare and the fawn
that wake beneath a languid moon
move on to a brighter thought
that peaks beyond my cliffs »
i swathed its sultry writhe
around my chest and began to shiver
as roots began to scrape
scratch
slither in my veins
as the fox and the hare and the fawn
slipped their way through the soil
i choked on rind and loam that night
and the herbs seared,
more rotten than peace,
symbiotic
synergy
the fox and the hare and the fawn
seaming silks
and cranking my geometry
it was then i found its strath
and the skies it seemed to hold
and despite my shaking
shuddering
splintered bones and staggered walk
the hill’s strath began to grow
as earthworms under mist
and the fox and the hare and the fawn
sealed my brains at last
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC
Hahaha, you'll hear that first!
In random talks we'll be immersed,
like there's no one in the world but us
We're the definition of a mess!
One's a girl who's smart and quiet,
no, that's what you'll think at first sight
Those close friends who know her well,
know she's got a lot to tell!
Other's a girl who's balanced right,
with a good amount of all, she's bright
if there ever is a heart to mend,
she'll be there with one to lend!
The last out there, is a crazy one
her teeth shines as bright as the sun
She's got the guts, but not the glory
Basically, she's the fun in our story!
We don't fight much
but when we do,
we make sure it's settled
by the noon.
And when we laugh,
we howl to the core
We chortle so hard,
our cheeks become sore!
A world without you,
is a world without me!
We didn't meet by chance,
but by destiny!
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 3:16 AM UTC
With a cursory press of a key and arco of the strings,
They look at each other,
Determining when to start through what looks like telepathy,
But it is instead the subtle movement of arms and chest.
They begin.
With the movement of bows bouncing on metal,
And the dancing digits upon black and white,
Sound reverberates between the audience,
With eyes and ears in tandem absorbing the scene.
They continue.
As they pass over bridges,
And draw out waves with their hands,
I listen,
Swaying and breathing and performing as though I am beside them,
Despite being above them,
Yet feeling so below.
Becoming one with their instrument,
And bringing me along,
I smile,
As just like they pull beauty out of their tools with their soul,
They guide joy out of me,
For all of us.
They end.
Then again, they start.
With new sounds from a new person,
With new intent,
And new methods.
They change.
From haphazard joy and dance,
To somber death and confusion,
They become one with the music,
And follow in its suit.
They continue, anew.
As the sound changes,
So do I.
Listening with sharper ears,
Hoping to catch a different magic in my ears.
They continue, still.
As the cello draws honey,
The violin; its dew,
And the piano waterfalls arpeggios,
I am content.
They end.
Full of the food of life,
They stand,
To let us feast with them with our hungry hands,
Giving our own vibrations to fill our drooling souls.
They leave.
And so do I.
Both of us fed and quenched,
From the performance.
Sep 12, 2022
Sep 12, 2022 at 3:33 AM UTC
Nobody can make you feel unwanted nor sad
Because what you have felt this evening was sacred
Three souls playing, fighting, crying
As if I have witnessed a conversation of people
who understood how to make life a
living, a misery and a land where we could forget our differences
To become one in their little world of music
To witness magic
Endless shadows
To feel so happy
A sentiment of pure excstasy
To experience patience, rage , sadness in a second
Is rare in our world
To experience pain, nostalgia and a piece of your
distant country
To close your eyes from all this madness
To see lights in Ouds
To witness a cozy litlle night filled with
nothing but candles
and people making you forget that your soul
is trapped into a body that constantly suffers
Our deepest selves have found a shelter
We have visited our loved ones
with our invisible wings
We've known what made us human
We've seen three persons merging
into one for the sake of music
We've seen them through moments of excstasy
but most of all hard and severe body movements
Giving life to a woodly instrument
Making the robotic and the technological a human for once
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I can't seem to relive it again
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I felt like I just woke up. Give me a hand to lend.
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I have never felt every cell in my body shake like it would burst from existence
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I can still hear My Lord's voice talking to me in the distance
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I kept on looking up to Heaven and asked "Why?"
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because for a split second, I believed I could fly
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because my eyes could not look away, they were out of my control
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I felt my Heart and Life began to unfold
Was Yesterday a Dream?
Because a Trio of disbelief slammed me into a pool of reality.
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because Number 1 returned home in the land of fantasy
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because Number 2 settled the questions of emotions in the mind
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because Number 3 surrendered everything to the Lord with all his life
Was Yesterday A Dream?
Because I feel like my body was just released from a shot wave of sleep.
WAS YESTERDAY A DREAM!?!?
Because what I experienced, what I saw, what I heard, I still can't believe
Was Yesterday A Dream?
No... No it was not, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday was not a dream...
Only Unrealistic mind blowing events that I least expected to happen it seems...
Was Yesterday A Dream?
No.. Gosh... I need a recovery of sleep... My mind is runned down,, My Heart is in an ache, and My Soul is in a stir
Good Night Everyone...
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Herself of infinite possibilities stemming from
that moment...
Drowning within her womb! Never one for reflection,
as those that looked upon the glaring in reflective
gazes where her sisters that were still connected
with her memories.
That which was meant to feed the focus of life wrapped
upon there throats like the hangman's noose.
She looked on hands reaching in the vastness of diluted
life, her screams silent within only her sisters heard her
clamouring as life was diluted from there figures.
Gazing upon there reflections, no longer a trio of playful
content. two months she was collected in apparitions
that floated around her.. decaying into void reflections.
The silent screams of her sisters lingering through the womb
even though they were gone there cries haunted her.
As she was released the memory faded beyond her innocence,
till age crept upon her skin, and in years that past.
Echoes images of crying babies filled the air, till her eighteenth
and when she gazed into her self she saw herself.
But when descending her sister with opal eyes lingered.
Skin crawled like spiders weaving their thoughts on her
skin, beneath herself things crawled. Videoing herself in
mirrors echoes surfaced like one drowning in nothingness.
And she saw those of her conception reaching forth for warmth.
Looking upon the mirror, the love of those who were echoes
reflected in her absence cried at what was taken before.
A pact was versed for even though there form was lost
a trio of life still lingered within her, from womb till birth.
Now they live a life of echoes each respective of the others
emotions clinging to the shorelines of each consciousness
that washes up. There is a sea shell on the shore but there
is three echoes that live within this moment haunting the
shades of life's passing, never looking at ones own reflection.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
My grandpa, he got cancer from smoking
cigarettes. I set fire to the ends of bones, too.
The only male energy in my whole life,
and the best example of what I shouldn't do.
Emotionally abused my family,
no regrets, no subtle nod, or attempt at truth.
We set aside the split hairs in sunlight,
watched them fade while listening to the empty tune
of two hearts too lost and misunderstood.
One perfect look at conviction displaced and strewn.
I'd like to think I'm resistant to death's call,
but I'm well aware how the earth hurts,
how my home land endures political turf war.
Queer cannot be an exclusive concept.
Would you like to come lie beside me on my floor?
Drift between feelings, count specks on the ceiling?
I can't seem to find purpose in living, but I love,
and love life just enough. Do you love enough to meet nighttime
and sleep til the morning? Press your forehead to mine,
tell me of your scrapes and how many times.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
I freeze
My smile says, you got me again but inside, your words have gutted me,
Like walking into a room full of Simon Cowells,
And losing my voice
Yes, in fact
You took my voice from me
This game we play where we both bear our fangs for alpha-female in our sick, twisted trio
But the difference is this
I do not make the haughty stabs that you inflict upon others
Flicking your tongue like a silver blade, and I, your waiting victim,
Am here, readily awaiting your torture because I don't know how to make other friends
So I let the violence continue
Maybe my ex was right about you
Maybe you're the reason why if it weren't for my hemophobia, my wrists I would slice,
But pills suffice
My smile says, you got me again.
-E (c) 2017
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
**** you, Dandelion.
You are a bitter plague.
Your putrid reputation
sows a discording stay.
Your spread your potent seed,
a curse among the others;
how will thy beauty flourish
when murdered is thy mother?
Rose has her vanity,
Daisy has her life;
but you hold a talent
for fertilizing strife.
**** you, Dandelion.
What a pity to be you.
Thy beauty holds no power,
thy talent ruins you.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
Intertwining limbs....one, two, three hearts beating as one
laughing and gasping, dying for air, but never feeling more alive
they take in the moment, tasting skin so sweet
monogamy will never feel this way
monogamy will never know love like this, will never know lust like this.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
curling around each other
like two shells pushed, intertwined
by the thrashing waves.
the sheets were crisp, now
they are slept on, rumpled, a white Sahara
from a birds-eye-view
a leg moves up a leg, shifting hills
hand roaming over curves, in crooks, through hairs
travelling fingers on a familiar space
warm, aging, with lines where
the flesh was once plump and new, unused
undiscovered by the other
days after days, through years and years
in that bed, coupled, through seasons, in and out of clothes
each change subtly accepted
every kiss shared, every entwining
kept boxed in the duvet, imprints of every evening
or day spent here
pressing close, bodies and souls
laced in the tightest, toughest, inseparable knot
clenched together
the mirrored smiles, low breathing
domed, encased there, while the atmosphere outside billows
lying forever
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC