#whimsical
science says light is faster than sound,
but that is not the case when you’re gone.
i hear symphonies,
and the streetlights hum along with the wind,
but all i see is nothing.
i hear whispers, but can't see a thing,
is darkness something?
my coffee cools in every note that plays;
i sip, with grace, got lost in the aftertaste
while shadows form not from light
but from sounds
that i heard
when light was still faster than sound
you are the life i left behind,
but i still search everywhere,
even if you are nowhere to be found.
time steals whimsy,
time unwraps melancholy
like a slow sheet of music,
turning readers into bleeders,
pens weep in rhythm with the aching heart,
hopelessly, every time i open my eyes.
even here, in warped streets and humming lamplight,
everything is askew.
yet i stay,
because leaving would dissolve the music,
and i cannot let go of the echo of you.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 8:28 AM UTC
Here I still linger
Though I mustn't dither
Tis' neither hither nor thither
Just another tenday
Of the lackadaisical mundane
Then,
a brief, yet welcome stray
A customer with a whimsical name
"How do you do, Mr. Errol Kettle?"
I picture you as a halfling;
A humble shopkeeper
In the Humblewood
But nay,
One cannot dilly-dally this day!
I have towels, and bedsheets and clothes,
smocks and dishcloths I must fold
this way, that way, square-ways
Doesn't matter,
I must away!
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
It is silent
Too silent
Yet the sight of the tree hugging the building
Brings comfort to me.
The train moves slowly on the tracks
The people onboard are few
This late in the night
Most just want to be home.
But not me-
Not those the likes of me-
Wandering silent basements and watching trains,
Late in the night-
Surrounded by the smell of the summer trees,
And bats who seem invisible against the sky.
Just me and the late dwellers,
The insomniacs,
And the pilots in the plane flying above-
We all exist in this single breath-
Beating hearts merging for a single second.
The wind moves imperceptibly
Caressing my head
I despair when I cannot find
Despair in the Departure Lounge
In my downloads.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
What still remains that can be said
About the boy without a head?
Where thoughts should bloom, silence instead —
No worries could upset him.
He'd never heard a hateful word.
Expressions left him undeterred.
No thoughts would come out mean or slurred,
No reason to regret them.
No hat to fit, no hair to groom,
No voice for silence to subsume.
Yet in this lack, he found no doom,
Nor felt himself the lesser.
But love and fear, pride and disdain,
All locked within his absent brain,
To try to share would be in vain,
Save for a clumsy gesture.
No smile to beam, no lips to kiss,
His hugs would always land amiss.
He couldn't even aim his ****
—to everybody's anger.
A scent could stir no memory,
No taste of sweet or savoury.
His mind, a void and empty sea,
A still and listless languor.
And then, of course, the lovers' call
That touches humans, one and all,
Could only ever hit a wall —
His heart unkissed and vowless.
He cannot laugh, he cannot sing,
Nor grasp the joys that life can bring.
Of nothingness, he reigns as king,
Both hollowed out and crownless.
So here it stands, my solemn case
Against the boy without a trace
Of hatred's sting, or love's embrace —
No life, no soul, no virtue.
What still remains that can be said
About the boy without a head?
Where thoughts should bloom, silence instead —
No worries could upset him.
He'd never heard a hateful word.
Expressions left him undeterred.
No thoughts would come out mean or slurred,
No reason to regret them.
No hat to fit, no hair to groom,
No voice for silence to subsume.
Yet in this lack, he found no doom,
Nor felt himself the lesser.
But love and fear, pride and disdain,
All locked within his absent brain,
To try to share would be in vain,
Save for a clumsy gesture.
No smile to beam, no lips to kiss,
His hugs would always land amiss.
He couldn't even aim his ****
—to everybody's anger.
A scent could stir no memory,
No taste of sweet or savoury.
His mind, a void and empty sea,
A still and listless languor.
And then, of course, the lovers' call
That touches humans, one and all,
Could only ever hit a wall —
His heart unkissed and vowless.
He cannot laugh, he cannot sing,
Nor grasp the joys that life can bring.
Of nothingness, he reigns as king,
Both hollowed out and crownless.
So here it stands, my solemn case
Against the boy without a trace
Of hatred's sting, or love's embrace —
No life, no soul, no virtue.
This lonesome life, this hungry pain.
That aching note that still remains.
The “rest” we hope our deaths contain
Is sweet—but deeply untrue.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 5:58 PM UTC
I’ve heard people say
the more you love, the more you lose—
but love, to me, feels like holding the world in my palms.
When I love you,
I feel the pulse of everything,
how life arranges itself
so perfectly in its imperfection.
The sun rises just to meet the day,
the moon wanes only to return,
the cicadas sleep until their song begins,
the clouds weep and then disappear,
the leaves let go, then bloom again.
Although I may not always get to love you,
I can still find love in them,
falling in love
with every one of these—
all because I loved you first.
So perhaps love isn’t loss at all.
Perhaps the more you love,
the more you hold
—and the more you become.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
I wish I could dance around on Saturn's ring,
up and down,
never to mind any sound.
No fractures should I worry for,
or any bleeding from hyperion's seeping pores,
because it’s hotter out there than under my skin,
and that is all I hope to win.
Silly Saturn, all you do is spin
my! don’t you ever tire?
Maybe one day we’ll sit down or walk about,
and you tell me all you’ve seen,
whilst I’ve been speaking aloud in your cosmic silence
That darned meteor from years ago,
struck you clean and well ,
it was enough to knock you off your feet,
and wake you to all your modern findings,
the solars say you are guarded now, and without any blame,
but it is a lie in thinking
that we do not wish to see beyond your gates
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
i wish i could dance around on jupiters round,
up and down
never minding any sound,
no fractures should i worry for,
or any bleeding from its seeping pores,
because its hotter out there than under my skin,
and that is all i hope to win.
silly jupiter all you do is spin,
my, dont you ever tire?
maybe one day we'll sit down and walk about,
and you tell me all you've seen,
whilst ive been speaking aloud
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC
Ravel single legged lorn
Laying limp **** ridden worn
Horn ajut it's reddish fore
Hangs an anguished mirador
Boring bout the sogging plane
Strewn cross-hatched amongst its mane
It lane before with clots of light
Once it wove a whisper kite!
Slighting sighs between the emery
Ancient thing commits to mem'ry
Gently now the earth unvelopes
Trading horns for slipp'ry scallops
Cups the thing askew its skin
Friends the fray and breaths it in
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 9:20 AM UTC
When they ask me what I'm most scared of,
an enigmatic question for a whimsical creature like me-
who yearns a verdant life -
still sobbing and sitting figuring out the "bewildered math",
worried about the veiled tomorrow...
proceeds to say "dark", where I find peace in.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 3:59 PM UTC
When I'm with you, red
veers into blues.
I'll forever cherish you for the way you
p u f f the grey thunder
away.
How you guided my vision
to a path of good decisions
and clearer,
brighter views.
Say the buds of our love will not wilt..
Will not perish.
Say you'll never
cease to hold ghosts
of my secluded skeletal spiders at bay.
Hot-orange thunderbolts of my anger.. dissipate
in the calm of
your brilliantly brown shores
and sapphire water.
There's not a doubt in my mind.
You belong with me.
We're a perfect match.
Separation. wouldn't fit well on us. let's never split the banana.
We both know that'd end aweful!
I belong on you
like the red suit
and black boots on Santa.
I belong on you
like honey on a waffle.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
As soft as the hair that dresses the cat
on top of the bird that coos like an owl
or beneath my feet, gracing the grass
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 8:43 AM UTC
My dear,
you’re a lime. I’m a cherry.
My dear,
& I like your chest hairy…
My dear,
I’ve got sand in my throat…
My dear,
Would you take this poem home?
My dear,
Your tan skin and warm eyes….
(He’s mine, and I think I’m gonna die)
My dear,
I’ve got years left to grow….
Oh dear,
I think I got your email wrong.
Subject: Please disregard!
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
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Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:10 PM UTC
The concrete cools, no longer burning my feet as the sun slips away for his evening retreat
Sometimes there's fireflies and other bugs do sing, but I'm waiting on the moon and the tranquility she brings.
The street lamps will highlight small places in the dark, but the moon and her stars did it better from the start,
She makes a liminal place feel serene, mapping constellations and discussing what they mean.
In this silence I feel so free, the air is not heavy when she's looking at me, I just admire the way that she glows, intergalactic wisdom pouring over my head to my toes.
I could stay out here for most of the night, from the suns purple goodbyes to his pink morning highs, when they switch shifts I'll return home, until it's time for my iridescent friend to show.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
Dreamland Delights
In the land where whispers jest and play,
Guided by wisdom’s kindly crest.
Joyful frolics in the air,
Love’s glow shine, beyond compare,
Peaceful trance, our hearts at rest.
Gladness sings in merry refrain,
Escaping Worries, freeing from strain.
Strong bonds, like trees tall,
Passion sparks, inspiring all,
Imagination’s flight, a delightful train.
In this dreamy realm, colours bright,
Skies painted in day’s and night’s light.
Clouds shaped like creatures, grand and bold,
Rainbow flowers, a sight to behold,
Mythical beings, laughter taking flight.
Sensory treats, oh so sweet,
Giggling streams, under our feet.
Waft of cookies, freshly made,
Soft grass tickles, in our glade,
In this realm, where wonders greet.
Riding unicorns, up high we soar,
Caves of treasure, endless more.
Tea parties with beings, joy so bright,
Adventure, laughter, clear delight,
In an idyllic realm, let’s delve into.
Bliss of joy and wonder, always pour,
In this site where dreams come true.
No fear or worry, just smiles and cheer,
In this ground, let’s journey, my dear,
For in dreamland, skies are ever blue.
Dreamed up by, AN.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 2:57 AM UTC
I will weave a web in the rain
Drops like pearls in the moonlight
Threaded green bag over my head
Fill it with water
Watch it expand until it bursts
Head like a thistle
Swaying
Catcalled by the wind
Soaked sleeves
Wallowing with the wisps
Inhale and hold
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
Paint peeling from the window sill
Long legged lady walking,
In such a way
All frail like a mouse without its tail
She wishes not that of a picket fence
But that of lattice.
So that each time she gazes out
Into her garden
She is reminded of bramble pie
Seeing her mothers eyes
Who’s spirit lies in oak
Samaras floating down into her hair
Twirling the whirligig between her fingers
Trailing with gentle fingers
The mid ribs of little sprites wings
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
The sky was pinkle when I woke,
A shade of laughter, half a joke.
The clouds turned sorn, a moody hue,
Like whispers drenched in morning dew.
I dress in plasmic, soft and shy,
A color caught between a sigh.
My shoes were tied with strings of frave,
The color brave, that I crave.
The streets were wet, a glistening feel,
Like promises too sharp, too real.
I stepped through puddles, blur and glant,
With hues that speak, but never chant.
The trees were spindle, tall and thin,
Their leaves were painted grun and kin.
The world spun round in shades unknown,
Colors that feel, but never shown.
By evening, selk began to fall,
A hue that echoes with no call.
And as the night wore shades of flow,
I drifted where the colors go.
Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC
Hush little child, do not cry
I will sing you a lullaby
About hidden riches
Wizards & witches
Who cast a good or evil spells
Wish granting wells
Of a brave, courageous knight
For his love he will fight
The princes & princesses pure bliss
When finally they share a true loves kiss
There is one place where it makes no sense
But be careful it can get quite intense
Fairies play amongst the flowers
Giving them magical fairy dust showers
Dragons that fly really high
You can ride them & touch the sky
They are friendly if shown respect
It’s where everything is enchantingly perfect
Hush little child, do not weep
Now is the time for you to sleep
I will tell you a tale
Of pirates who sail
Searching for buried treasure
All to spend at their leisure
Where all creatures love to talk
And the paths are gold everywhere you walk
Will-o-wisps guide the way
At sunset the night creatures come out to play
Mermaids frolic upon the rocks in the ocean
You can be anything you want with a simple potion
Unicorns run around in the woods
Merchants try to sell mysterious goods
Nymphs dance down by the river
To pass the bridge you have to pay the trolls silver
Leprechauns guard their *** of gold
This enchanting place is for the young & old
Where dinosaurs still roam
And you wake up safe at home
Hush child, as I tuck you in tight
Know that I love you & goodnight.
Dedicated To My Nephew.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
we’d mangle some hearts
and butter the rest
we’d sneak into bars
just for the jest
all these woven cards
seem to rest
when we wore
buddy holly amidst—
all the fest.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 6:04 PM UTC
Love makes us do funny things
Like how we made a secret code so to speak.
Love also hurts
Like when you threw the diamond ring back at me.
Love makes me sick sometimes
Where I can't move and I can't scream,
All I do is silently weep.
Love ******* love
What a piece of ****
Love ******* love
I think I want another hit at it.
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
you’re a deep canyon.
and I sit perched on the plane’s wing -
goggles on, sipping tea.
from up here,
you're a thin black outline,
a giggle and a wonder.
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 1:20 AM UTC
I would do it all over again:
Leave my safe space
Flee from this city of foolish sanctuary
Burn my body and face
Strut into an unknown territory
Fall down from grace
Give up my false sense of serenity
Trade my gold jewelries for pearls
Swap my diamonds for seashells
With the island air, I'd dance and twirl,
Along the ocean breeze, I'd twist and bend;
this bottled feeling is a message I won't send.
But I would do it all too:
Leave everything behind
if it's you I'll get to be with in the end
I would cut my own good hand,
go somewhere secret, secluded that nobody can find
just for a day with you in the island,
get some mango ice cream with me, do you mind?
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 11:21 AM UTC
Once upon a time,
there was a rose,
that grew,
on the moon.
One morning,
it was dawn break,
and it was in bloom.
The petals had uncurled,
an aromatic scent lingered out,
and for some reason,
one curious little mind,
woke up much too early,
to find this scent,
in their nose.
Only to find the moon,
in the sky,
bright and full,
and a rose scent,
all around.
Cocking their head,
they just knew,
that this didn’t make sense!
It was morning,
not night,
and why,
oh why,
would the moon,
smell of a bouquet,
of roses,
and not a handful,
of stardust?
This mystery,
must be solved,
they pondered,
but how?
A ladder maybe?
One really, really tall?
Made of twigs,
and branches,
tied together,
hastily?
No,
that’s silly,
it’s just the,
moon.
There can’t be,
a rose,
on there,
but they smell it.
Maybe if they wait,
and stay up,
just a little bit,
too late.
Do you think,
the moon,
might be in,
a lake?
Get a boat,
a couple of paddles,
and you’ll get a whiff of it,
I promise.
Dec 5, 2023
Dec 5, 2023 at 12:13 PM UTC
I'm not the only me I see when I see me looking back at me
Bewildered by the impossibility of a blind visionary with the foresight to look past me to find me
I got caught staring so intently I lost sight of the true me completely
You see such savagery and think it must have been nurtured from infancy
While true, I had it in check, hidden away in the captivity of a long forgotten memory
But it still remembered me, waited patiently, predicting my return with a whimsical accuracy
It heard me frantically trying to find the glass to break in case of emergency
Not to set it free but to once again embrace what was scary, what might be the reality of the actual me
Instantly I handed over the key, didn't even keep a copy for me
Knowing exactly what I was doing and what it'd do to me mentally
It was always going to happen this way eventually
Finding solace in it's monotony, no more uncertainty
Both wake up and go to bed with the same angry energy
Done with the pleasantry and all the pageantry projected outwardly to seem more neighborly
Just so the world could be more comfortable with me when I pass through their snooty, gated community
While it pays no mind to what's being done to my psyche
This self destructive entity wasn't only the part of my reality I was told to bury
It is the entirety of my history, sad and happy, comedy and tragedy
I was it and it was me, the merger went so smoothly I believed it was absolutely meant to be, probably
Fighting myself got messy and wasn't necessarily a necessity
In the end there was no surprise who's hand was raised in victory
I already knew the part of me that held superiority but everyone else said it'd turn out differently
Like they got some kind of decoder key
Of course it didn't and they don't, thankfully I was welcomed back too once again become my own worst enemy
It ain't good company but I personally accept that personality and it's starting to warm up to me finally
It's been a strange journey, be thankful I didn't ask you to join me
©2023
Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 12:22 AM UTC