#were
If my life were mine
then we would still be together.
We would be together forever
because it's something I would have wanted.
But I can vouch for me —
I can't vouch for you.
You're living your life
like I didn't exist.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
i find you
standing next to our dramatic sky
and i see you
falling patiently
waiting for me.
i do not know what you mean by this.
i see the branches
of the thornless rose
plucked by you
curling around me,
around around around,
i see you;
to be seen
is for the girl to unravel you
and to fall apart-
pieces on the floor,
i am
i am
i am the things that flesh
and ligaments
and bones
and blood
cannot hold together;
i am the creature desperate
for death
and being seen
and finding solace in this.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
a myriad of emotions
i see heaven and hell
when i look at you
i feel longing
i feel regret
i feel betrayed.
i'll never be your angel
and you aren't a traitor
all the same
is it so crazy that I still
miss you, and what I
thought we were?
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
Did you miss me
when my hands learned your body
the way dervishes learn the turn,
slow, again and again,
until dizziness became faith?
Did you miss the way
I dried your back
as one wipes dew from a sacred stone,
the way I brushed your hair
like a blessing whispered into silence,
the way perfume rose from your neck
as if dawn itself had chosen you?
Did you miss
how desire never hurried,
how longing knelt,
how touch remembered God
before it remembered skin?
I ask you softly
not with the mouth,
but with the ache.
And you answer
Yes…
by God, yes.
I miss the ritual,
the nearness,
the way you vanished inside me
without leaving.
I miss it all.
And I miss you
as the soul misses its secret name.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 9:36 PM UTC
Lone the wolf October calls
the marsh's wisps and fog
howls and hunger in castle halls
not man, not wolf, nor dog
Those hairs on back of neck
I'm sure you know the ones
electric and standing tall
blood that drips, and runs
Supernatural the common theme
you'll see me, way to late
rising from the shadows, scream
the devil, consummate
Heed the warnings ancient
know beyond all doubt
death both gruesome, violent
just what were-about
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC
when the kids were young,
invested in fancy luggage,
cause we needed vacations
to get away from them.
These luggages,
had them roll to the number combination numbers locks
which was where technology
was back in
the nineteen eighties,
when I was a
young husband and father,
using the year of their birth
as a four digit code
of course, I programmed
them both incorrectly,
and they, those kids,
now adults maybe,
who can’t remember anything good
I’ve ever done for them,
but remind every time
they come to see me,
which is pretty much never,
about ******** up the year
of their naissance,
which is a
fancy french word,
for
“kids are a pain in the ***
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 3:06 AM UTC
And now? What else do I do?
What will I do when everybody is gone?
For who shall I fight if I don't even know myself anymore?
A poem of doubts lives in my head as a flea lives
In the ear of a dog that maybe, one day, barking will stop.
The nights were made for ****** drunks and the sick of love people but also for those who minds won't ever stop barking.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Once were dinners a deux, you see,
Was it only a few months, or a century?
Once were schools abuzz with kids,
Teachers agog to see what they did,
Once were universities,
Alive with youthful dreams, indeed,
Once were pubs with beers.
Once were football here,
These are viral times, my dears,
Once were bushfires too,
A horror story for me and you,
Yes, Stephen King wrote this year,
Once were Oz fun times, not fears.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
I still remember
your odor.
You don't agree, but
That close
you were to me.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:57 AM UTC
We were
Just friends
Until we fell
on each other
And spoked
like lovers
And that seemed
to be enough for
Two teenagers
who were
scared to
love one another.
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
You say support for us is “collaborating with madness”
I must really be nothing to you
Someday I will wake you up
The alarm clock will not come with a snooze button
If you want to quiet me, you will have to throw the clock
Against the wall
Let it smash into a million pieces
But you will always hear a faint phantom ringing in your ears
It will grow louder
And louder
It will never truly be silenced.
You think I’m crazy
A queer little copycat
Let me let you in on a little secret
The world moves on, with or without you
I will move on, with or without you
I know that it is likely to be the latter
In a way, I almost want it to be
Black cannot become white without first having specks of grey
You are the deepest, darkest black of night
I am a myriad of colors
“Have I gone mad, Alice?
“I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But let me tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We’re all mad here.
Some of us just refuse to see
People hide behind their bibles
Yet speak of things that aren’t even written in them
Where does our God say, “Thou shalt not be transgender?”
You use the book as an excuse
As a shield for your bigotry
You may as well spit on the cover
Or light the pages ablaze with your disrespect.
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
How could people die, I'd ask
In the springtime of youth
Most ignorant, find
Now I know, why people die at last
When the aches and the pains
Persuade, the mind
For they pass
And pass
As all do in time
And the new want of me
Is mine
This time
Because now, there is no one
Who remembers my ask
Noone outlives the time
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
There we were
We sat together at the table
As all true feelings and secrets were expressed and shared
She shared a piece of her truth that no other body had heard before
Then the sky went from light to night then quickly back to the trite sight of the morning
And all of those memories came rushing back to me
Then came with the memories, the images
And there we were
Meeting each other for the first time
And there we were
Walking to class together
And there we were
Eating with each other at lunchtime
And there we were
Sitting close in the weather
And there we were
Letting out our most held back tears
And there we were
Together in our own zone
And there we were
Sharing our most inner fears
And there we were
In this world all alone
And there we were
Lying in bed with each other
And there we were
Being friends
And there we were
Watching the sunset together
And there we were
Only being friends
And there we were
Holding close to one another
And here we are
Best friends
And that is all we will ever be
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
you were the ... one
you were the days
you were my life
since i've held out your hands
you were the ... one
you were my ways
you were the most
that will be the first and last
you were the one
in the time
of our eternity
in the life
we've shared
of you and me
it was all you
but in the past
Nov 23, 2019
Nov 23, 2019 at 10:53 AM UTC
When Fabienne plays the harmonica
In that gently abiding way
My head turns ever so slight with memory
And my eyes gleam anew with river sheen
Walking down a path called contentment
I smile, and for a moment stay
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 2:18 PM UTC
All we see, when we look at the bright blue sky, is the effects of the sun
The results of her radiant all being purpose
You must look closer to find
That the stars were never on hiatus
In the first place
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 11:50 AM UTC
You better practice.
The alacrity with which we crawl is grievous
We aren't laughing.
We're the ******** and you can not deceive us
We remember
We envelope the view of stolen streets
and only speak
to show the fury stoked beneath the yoke
and only speak until we don't
We know that it's enough.
We know that's all it takes.
To only speak.
For us to say that you are weak
and you rely on our feet
for what's involved in your deceit
That's all it takes for you to falter.
We chew the noose and loosen halter
But once the halter loosens your abuses,
still within the 'blood and soil',
boil over our brims and filter fire out
from within.
We're coming.
Contain us or try.
It won't matter.
We know the saints and the lies,
and you'll get fatter.
And you'll be food for the flies
and we won't choose to abide;
to let the bruises subside.
We're unhinged in every way we know can chew you inside.
It won't be talking.
We know that it's enough to scare you
But your fear won't be enough to spare you.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Can I drown
In your familiar blue
Travel across the miles
Climb up to
Your window
Make myself
A home with you
Let's build up
A pillow fort
Close the windows
Lock the doors
Shut away the sun
And watch our
Flowers grow
Somehow nocturnal
With only your eyes
To light me up
There's no need
To worry though
I'll forever bloom
With you
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
Searching for shooting stars on the hood of my car
Music blaring in the background
Feeling content in the moment
Yet I wish you were back now
Life gets easier the longer you’re gone
But I’ll never forget about the things that went wrong
Sometimes I wish I could fix it
Life isn’t the same without you
In it
I guess I need to have faith that everything happens for a reason
And life changes like the seasons
Fall, spring, summer, winter...
No matter what I just wish you were still here
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 6:58 AM UTC