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Have you missed me
as I've missed you?
Searching for meaning
in lines and verses
Am I projecting or
forming curses?
Perhaps for naught if
sought an ingénue
#poetry
as I've missed you?
Searching for meaning
in lines and verses
Am I projecting or
forming curses?
Perhaps for naught if
sought an ingénue
#poetry
May 27, 2025 at 10:11 PM
Have you missed me
as I've missed you?
Searching for meaning
in lines and verses
Am I projecting or
forming curses?
Perhaps for naught if
sought an ingénue
#poetry
as I've missed you?
Searching for meaning
in lines and verses
Am I projecting or
forming curses?
Perhaps for naught if
sought an ingénue
#poetry
May 28, 2025 at 4:29 AM
Very dark and cathartic be warned,18 +
Who want a free digital copy of my new book QUIET EXITS? Be the first 5 to like this and it’s yours.
Who want a free digital copy of my new book QUIET EXITS? Be the first 5 to like this and it’s yours.
May 27, 2025 at 5:05 AM
Very dark and cathartic be warned,18 +
Who want a free digital copy of my new book QUIET EXITS? Be the first 5 to like this and it’s yours.
Who want a free digital copy of my new book QUIET EXITS? Be the first 5 to like this and it’s yours.
And when the last breath leaves you,
it is not torn out—
it is let go,
like a child releasing a balloon
that was never really theirs to keep.
#poetry
it is not torn out—
it is let go,
like a child releasing a balloon
that was never really theirs to keep.
#poetry
May 26, 2025 at 5:53 AM
And when the last breath leaves you,
it is not torn out—
it is let go,
like a child releasing a balloon
that was never really theirs to keep.
#poetry
it is not torn out—
it is let go,
like a child releasing a balloon
that was never really theirs to keep.
#poetry
April 11, 2025 at 7:22 PM
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I wanted to take another photo of my window boxes, but realised that might be getting a bit samey, so instead I’m sending you flowers from Gustav Klimt. Aren't they gorgeous?
April 6, 2025 at 10:31 AM
I wanted to take another photo of my window boxes, but realised that might be getting a bit samey, so instead I’m sending you flowers from Gustav Klimt. Aren't they gorgeous?
Kiss me goodnight like I’m death,
soft as a whisper, cold as regret.
Let your lips linger like the last breath of dusk,
like the hush before forgetting.
Hold me close with trembling hands,
as if the night itself might take me.
Let your touch be a quiet surrender,
a requiem played on pale skin.
#art
soft as a whisper, cold as regret.
Let your lips linger like the last breath of dusk,
like the hush before forgetting.
Hold me close with trembling hands,
as if the night itself might take me.
Let your touch be a quiet surrender,
a requiem played on pale skin.
#art
April 6, 2025 at 1:44 PM
Kiss me goodnight like I’m death,
soft as a whisper, cold as regret.
Let your lips linger like the last breath of dusk,
like the hush before forgetting.
Hold me close with trembling hands,
as if the night itself might take me.
Let your touch be a quiet surrender,
a requiem played on pale skin.
#art
soft as a whisper, cold as regret.
Let your lips linger like the last breath of dusk,
like the hush before forgetting.
Hold me close with trembling hands,
as if the night itself might take me.
Let your touch be a quiet surrender,
a requiem played on pale skin.
#art
Aerosol Veins
The walls call, empty and waiting,
veins of concrete begging for color.
Fingertips stained, lungs full of fumes,
heartbeat rattling like a spray can.
I leave pieces of myself in the dark,
names that drip, shapes that scream
until the city knows I was here.
So I write Me+Me
#art #Poem
The walls call, empty and waiting,
veins of concrete begging for color.
Fingertips stained, lungs full of fumes,
heartbeat rattling like a spray can.
I leave pieces of myself in the dark,
names that drip, shapes that scream
until the city knows I was here.
So I write Me+Me
#art #Poem
April 5, 2025 at 2:47 PM
Dawn drips in, a slow, cruel tide,
soft light like knives behind my eyes.
The breath I take is not my own,
lungs heavy with ghosts of dreams undone.
The world stirs, indifferent, cold,
a clockwork beast with teeth of gold.
I turn my face from its hollow grin,
but morning wins. It always wins
#art
soft light like knives behind my eyes.
The breath I take is not my own,
lungs heavy with ghosts of dreams undone.
The world stirs, indifferent, cold,
a clockwork beast with teeth of gold.
I turn my face from its hollow grin,
but morning wins. It always wins
#art
April 5, 2025 at 2:43 PM
Dawn drips in, a slow, cruel tide,
soft light like knives behind my eyes.
The breath I take is not my own,
lungs heavy with ghosts of dreams undone.
The world stirs, indifferent, cold,
a clockwork beast with teeth of gold.
I turn my face from its hollow grin,
but morning wins. It always wins
#art
soft light like knives behind my eyes.
The breath I take is not my own,
lungs heavy with ghosts of dreams undone.
The world stirs, indifferent, cold,
a clockwork beast with teeth of gold.
I turn my face from its hollow grin,
but morning wins. It always wins
#art
April 5, 2025 at 5:46 AM