#untouched
I dare to stare into your eyes,
long enough to make you forget
there was ever a before me.
Your story clean, sacred
untouched by ruin.
You speak of forever like it’s certain,
like the unplanned
doesn’t exist.
I dare to stare into your soul,
soft… unguarded.
A fragile kind of beauty
that has never learned
how to break without shattering.
You smile like nothing has ever
asked something from you
and taken more.
I dare to stare into your mind,
wide with untouched dreams.
You have never had to survive them—
only imagine.
No shadows linger there,
no hands that stayed too long,
no echoes that refuse to leave.
I dare to stare into your heart,
whole.
No fractures.
No hidden rooms you’re afraid to enter.
Just light
reckless in its innocence
never tested by storm
or silence.
And still…
I stand here,
knowing exactly what I carry.
So tell me
how long before looking at me
changes
everything you are?
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC
It’s always been this way,
Time and time again,
“Asking for a friend,”
Asking for a tightrope
That you
Cannot reach.
Pain is the
Epitome
Of man,
Of life,
Of being.
And
You know
What is
Must be.
Grief is an
Unwavering power
That feeds and drains
And bleeds the
pain it
Sows it in the soul,
Unyielding,
Yet untold.
Unnoticed and
Silenced;
The hour goes by,
Still silenced.
Reality
Is
That it’s always there,
And yet only here
When the heart is
Ready
To
Be.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
Dropping the arrow
Flung to the centering heart
Blood remains untouched
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC
Your side untouched for what felt like eternity
Aug 11, 2024
Aug 11, 2024 at 11:04 PM UTC
They crushed her soul
Burned her body
What was remained ...
Was the cage ... Untouched ...
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 7:35 AM UTC
I took the plunge into your sea.
Oh, you know what?
I am now hooked forever
on its colourless colour.
Blow me out a cloud-bubble.
Black or white, it doesn’t matter.
Sprinkle some drops
in your pious colourless style.
Watch, it shines and sizzles
in renewed hues
across the land and over the blooms.
Still, in the end, remains a potion,
an intact drop:
The untouched ocean down the moon!
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
This morning, the world woke up without me.
Daylight crested above the trees, where bird-songs filled the crisp winter air and squirrels began scurrying through frost-bitten yards.
Neighbors went about their day, putting children on school buses before bustling themselves to work. The mailman came and left, dropping off packages filled with useless purchases and magazine subscriptions that sit piled in corners, gathering dust.
Hallways filled with swarms of students eager for the final bell. Lockers slammed and classroom seats filled, my desk being the only one left empty
(second row from the front, farthest to the right or left, whichever was opposite of the door. Perfect view of the clock, the whiteboard, the teacher, and everyone who entered and exited the room.)
Emails went unanswered, books left unfinished, my room left untouched... a thin layer of dust began to collect atop my existence that went unnoticed.
Unnoticed by them, unnoticed by you.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
every book has its own story to tell. but ours are way behind the bookshelf; untouched, unread, and all dusty. its rotten roots had crumpled and seizes to the temptation of dying. yet, here i am, trying to find the perfect ink to fill this pen. if i try other inks, our story would smudge and would turn out to be messy. i would still try to write even though there are smudges all the way. i still try to pave the perfect story that you and i would find it interesting. and trying for you does not matter. so here we are— untouched, unread, and all dusty.
Jan 10, 2020
Jan 10, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
My temple is now tainted
With pretty white roses and a new fragrance
Don’t worry dear,
It will be gone soon
Isn’t it funny how black and white it was?
And now with the sunrise comes gray foggy mornings
Holding your breath as you hold in your stories
And immediately let them spill out
Suppose it were a key to the new you
Or I am just finally free of myself?
You still miss the white roses
But you won’t say that anymore
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:15 AM UTC
Darkened grime has not spread across my body
Soot-covered fingerprints have not traced the lines in my skin
Poisonous words have not crawled into my veins
My brain has yet to be compromised by this chemical cocktail
Untouched
Is my soul’s home
She is reserved with brick walls and number codes
She sends a warning with guard dogs tall and strong
But behind the closed iron doors
Is her white room
Scared to spill
But wanting to throw paint after taking off plastic covers
Wanting to ruin
But not wanting the hurt
Wanting the touch
But not the pain
And yet
A masterpiece could be waiting
Untouched
Yes, I am untouched
Museum-grade red ropes
Look, don’t come close
And, at this rate,
I don’t know when I’ll be ready
To let go
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:14 AM UTC
Connection were necessary
For connections to touch
yet leave them untouched.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 3:16 AM UTC
I put back
our broken pieces
differently...
So everytime you look,
you'll find a new 'Us'...
I paint myself
each time with
an untouched
part of your soul
So the beauty of our love,
is captured within us...
And everytime you feel,
you'll find my heart
fostering the love
for you differently!
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
places untouched by human beings
will cease to exist
for the human kind
will never stop destroying.
q.d.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
Emptiness crippling the walls,
Steps dragging the shallow bodies.
It's been too long since it was spoken,
& words feel as broken as scarce touches.
Call my name,
I've been lost in my thoughts.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Sometimes
the moon
doesn't
look to
be a far
cry from
a smile!
Sometimes
the untouched
Moon isn't the
the only one
dwarfs
everyone.
There are
many more
untouchable
ones are
closer by.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
“Don’t let my name be the lyric to their cacophony of laughter. Don’t let me be the ridicule that your friends crack upon. I don’t want them to sip on our memories turning them into a hip story. So don’t give me away to their tongues that let my name slip ever so flippantly. Seal me in your heart where I would be untouched. Embed those memories in your mind as though they were sacred. Let my name be unknown and our stories untold. Let us be concealed for we are much more than the pleasantry gossip of their conversation” she said softly as she put down the phone.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
He thinks he knows me
Like a book he reads.
But God, must I feel
For the metaphors,
The magic, the depth
And the world between the lines
Left unseen...
-- Eleanor
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:54 AM UTC
i think of what i was looking forward to this season
most of it was you
untouched promises of kisses under the mistletoe
we were too far away to pull through
shattered remembrances of my love are swirling in my brain
something i bet doesn’t happen to you
heartbreak is the flavor this season
it always has been but now i can add onto the list of reasons
you
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 9:13 AM UTC
I cry and care
Too much;
My heart
Is a thing
To be left
Untouched.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
twohundredthirty days
with no touch
skin to skin
the things I would do
the money I would pay
oh how I long for the warmth
in any way
please
someone
let me in
or let me die soon
with no kin
being so untouched
I consider a sin
could be as simple as
a brush of my hair
or a stroke of my chin
because no human contact
is a loss
not a win
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
No matter how hard I scrub
I will never be clean.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Scars
I wouldn't dare say
the night has a void space
for if truth flies in open flame
and hope is a river unclaimed
the night will surely remain the same
untouched
Scars
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
Chunks of brain litter the ground
Thoughts and dreams settle on the water like oil
Swirling and colliding in the night air
The sky breathes a great sigh
The land shivers cold
I stand where the sand meets the sea
A creature perched on my tongue
Side to side leaning preparing to soar out across the endless black above and below
I step into the inky waters, my legs disappearing beneath the surface
Wading out into calm waters that drop off to unknown depths
What swims below
Would they turn me away if I went sinking down
If I tried to become part of that dark world, untouched by human hands
Would I glow from the inside
If I sank down would my internal smouldering light the way
Would I be welcome with the squid and the murk
Would those quiet unmarred creatures sorround and keep me
Would the large eyes and many limbs understand the depths I must reach
Would they bring me down and help bury me in the silt at the bottom
Would they sweep the fine particles across me
Covering and comforting my restless skin
Would the dark and the stillness there bring the calm I crave
Would I be put to rest
Would I find peace
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC