"sliiide" poems
I slump into an armchair
Feet drooping down
And sprawl onto the carpet
Watch the dust float around
I have no place to go
Nothing to do
No faces to see
Nothing is new
Boredom is as human does
Sun wearily crosses the sky above
I'm stuck with a fly and a ticking clock
Too leaden to move, much less to walk
And even the aforementioned dust
Has more to do than I.
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC
Touch
The top
Of my hand
As I sliiide into you
And you collapse onto me
As I bounce into your chest
Your lips starting to embark on my neck
And When I feel the wetness of the wave
I know it’s time to embank
Receding again
The reflection on the sea
Reminding me
we can only be friends
Jan 14, 2024
Jan 14, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC