I am a silent rider. Borne from nothing, I've risen to the apex of all I know to be. There is a weight to this anticipation. A knowing that all that is will reach a point to be all that once was. I will wait, as heavy as it is. Wait will be, will be... or so the road has said.
September 20, 2025 at 2:13 AM
I am a silent rider. Borne from nothing, I've risen to the apex of all I know to be. There is a weight to this anticipation. A knowing that all that is will reach a point to be all that once was. I will wait, as heavy as it is. Wait will be, will be... or so the road has said.
It's been a while. I'm still sitting with the quiet discomfort of it all. Never you mind, it'll be okay. That's what I tell myself anyway.
July 3, 2024 at 2:48 PM
It's been a while. I'm still sitting with the quiet discomfort of it all. Never you mind, it'll be okay. That's what I tell myself anyway.
Is there a leaf for me
still golden on a barren tree
warding off the cold to be
Can we slow this moment, please? As life passes I’m ill at ease
with fall feelings on a winter breeze.
still golden on a barren tree
warding off the cold to be
Can we slow this moment, please? As life passes I’m ill at ease
with fall feelings on a winter breeze.
November 5, 2023 at 5:16 PM
Is there a leaf for me
still golden on a barren tree
warding off the cold to be
Can we slow this moment, please? As life passes I’m ill at ease
with fall feelings on a winter breeze.
still golden on a barren tree
warding off the cold to be
Can we slow this moment, please? As life passes I’m ill at ease
with fall feelings on a winter breeze.
It’s been a while, but it feels like no time at all. The last bells ring, another day is done, and yet here I stay in stasis. Nothing is forever but this moment feels as though it is. Time, stretching and shrinking, warping my sense of the world.
October 14, 2023 at 12:33 AM
It’s been a while, but it feels like no time at all. The last bells ring, another day is done, and yet here I stay in stasis. Nothing is forever but this moment feels as though it is. Time, stretching and shrinking, warping my sense of the world.
A task crossed off
the boulder moved
a treat for me
and thoughts of you
the boulder moved
a treat for me
and thoughts of you
September 5, 2023 at 6:33 PM
A task crossed off
the boulder moved
a treat for me
and thoughts of you
the boulder moved
a treat for me
and thoughts of you
I live for seas of green grass and waves of fresh air. The salt of sweat on my tongue, the roaring ambience of conversation washing over the shores of my mind.
September 1, 2023 at 11:18 PM
I live for seas of green grass and waves of fresh air. The salt of sweat on my tongue, the roaring ambience of conversation washing over the shores of my mind.
I stand between two lines; full trains ferry friend and foe inexorably forward. Still I stand, grounded amongst the grime, at home despite myself and the sooty air. Take with you a piece of my peace to the next stop. I’ll join with you eventually when rest yields to motion, commotion, locomotion.
August 24, 2023 at 4:27 PM
I stand between two lines; full trains ferry friend and foe inexorably forward. Still I stand, grounded amongst the grime, at home despite myself and the sooty air. Take with you a piece of my peace to the next stop. I’ll join with you eventually when rest yields to motion, commotion, locomotion.
I have awakened to an expanse of blue sky, the world unfurling before me. There is a sense of peace floating amongst the clouds, the warm summer air stilling chaotic thoughts. I go now to be grounded; I go now to touch grass.
August 21, 2023 at 3:08 PM
I have awakened to an expanse of blue sky, the world unfurling before me. There is a sense of peace floating amongst the clouds, the warm summer air stilling chaotic thoughts. I go now to be grounded; I go now to touch grass.
Let us be still in the moments of quiet temptation and feel the waves of Gaia’s lamentation. Burning passion, ashen skies, lovers embrace, strangers die. The earth needs us and we need each other.
August 16, 2023 at 4:24 PM
Let us be still in the moments of quiet temptation and feel the waves of Gaia’s lamentation. Burning passion, ashen skies, lovers embrace, strangers die. The earth needs us and we need each other.
I am tangled yarn, strands hooked on life’s edges, pulling at my sense of self. I feel I should be more for the area covered yet I feel a tightening knot of tension at my center, tender tendrils too taut, stretched thin. I am here though and in the space between the gaps of my self is space for you.
August 14, 2023 at 4:34 PM
I am tangled yarn, strands hooked on life’s edges, pulling at my sense of self. I feel I should be more for the area covered yet I feel a tightening knot of tension at my center, tender tendrils too taut, stretched thin. I am here though and in the space between the gaps of my self is space for you.
We are taken by the elements
the gentle embrace of summer heat
the cool caress of evening air
beaded sweat racing rain drops to sights unseen
rumbling skies echoing into soft sighs
a moonlit kiss into new day’s dawn
the gentle embrace of summer heat
the cool caress of evening air
beaded sweat racing rain drops to sights unseen
rumbling skies echoing into soft sighs
a moonlit kiss into new day’s dawn
August 8, 2023 at 1:36 PM
We are taken by the elements
the gentle embrace of summer heat
the cool caress of evening air
beaded sweat racing rain drops to sights unseen
rumbling skies echoing into soft sighs
a moonlit kiss into new day’s dawn
the gentle embrace of summer heat
the cool caress of evening air
beaded sweat racing rain drops to sights unseen
rumbling skies echoing into soft sighs
a moonlit kiss into new day’s dawn
I have held out hope; a helping hand. Honor me in this so that I might be whole. Hide away with me in the narrow hallways of happiness.
August 6, 2023 at 12:52 PM
I have held out hope; a helping hand. Honor me in this so that I might be whole. Hide away with me in the narrow hallways of happiness.
Heat against my chest, hands in silken hair, we are wrapped in the warmth of the evening air. There’s a dream like quality to this state, unsure if we’ll awake to a different state, we hold onto the moment with tangled limbs. Two fragile hearts, knit with kintsugi, waiting for what’s next.
August 5, 2023 at 1:59 PM
Heat against my chest, hands in silken hair, we are wrapped in the warmth of the evening air. There’s a dream like quality to this state, unsure if we’ll awake to a different state, we hold onto the moment with tangled limbs. Two fragile hearts, knit with kintsugi, waiting for what’s next.
Life has a way of surprising you. I have held the queen of hearts in my arms, felt her tremble beneath my fingertips. I don’t know if I’m a king or a joker as these cards are dealt face down but I am content, for now, with the memory of her heat upon my lips and the moonlit royal flush upon her skin
August 2, 2023 at 7:01 PM
Life has a way of surprising you. I have held the queen of hearts in my arms, felt her tremble beneath my fingertips. I don’t know if I’m a king or a joker as these cards are dealt face down but I am content, for now, with the memory of her heat upon my lips and the moonlit royal flush upon her skin
I don’t know how to deal with you when you’re angry. You belittle and criticize, the hot coals of bitterness flaring up into a raging inferno. And though that familiar flame isn’t directed at me its heat cracks my stony silence and once again I am 8.
July 27, 2023 at 3:38 AM
I don’t know how to deal with you when you’re angry. You belittle and criticize, the hot coals of bitterness flaring up into a raging inferno. And though that familiar flame isn’t directed at me its heat cracks my stony silence and once again I am 8.
Reposted by Just here to be
αἰγίλιψ, my favorite word from the Iliad. Usually translated as "steep" or "sheer", but literally meaning something like "abandoned by goats", as in, too vertical for even them to climb.
I prefer to translate it as "goat-forsaken".
I prefer to translate it as "goat-forsaken".
Favorite low-frequency vocab items, go! First thing to come to mind for me was 齇/齄 ('zhā', Middle Chinese 'tsræ'), meaning "the burst capillaries on a drinker's nose."
It delights me (probably unreasonably) that Classical Latin has no word that can express 'being' as an abstract concept but does have a word meaning 'dense with rabbits' (the adjective cunniculosus).
July 26, 2023 at 2:34 PM
αἰγίλιψ, my favorite word from the Iliad. Usually translated as "steep" or "sheer", but literally meaning something like "abandoned by goats", as in, too vertical for even them to climb.
I prefer to translate it as "goat-forsaken".
I prefer to translate it as "goat-forsaken".
In the breaking of the dawn it dawns on me that, like the sun, I must move along. Today I am Icarus, traveling through the sky, chasing tragedy with steadfast resolve. I’ve burned before, a streaking blaze crashing to earth, yet I look ever upward. All I know to do is chase the light.
July 26, 2023 at 12:22 PM
In the breaking of the dawn it dawns on me that, like the sun, I must move along. Today I am Icarus, traveling through the sky, chasing tragedy with steadfast resolve. I’ve burned before, a streaking blaze crashing to earth, yet I look ever upward. All I know to do is chase the light.
Crescent moon, half smile, flitting gazes, sit a while. Our stars carve separate arcs in the sky but in my mind’s eye they orbit around a singularity. Two stars dancing in the void. This was all it ever would be but a boy deserves a little time with his head in the clouds.
July 22, 2023 at 1:51 AM
Crescent moon, half smile, flitting gazes, sit a while. Our stars carve separate arcs in the sky but in my mind’s eye they orbit around a singularity. Two stars dancing in the void. This was all it ever would be but a boy deserves a little time with his head in the clouds.
Time slips by, sand through my grasping fingers, as I desperately try to make something of it. Despite my struggles, it pools at my feet, a mound of wasted potential. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing so maybe I should just stop and feel it as it passes. That, at least, I can do.
July 20, 2023 at 7:52 PM
Time slips by, sand through my grasping fingers, as I desperately try to make something of it. Despite my struggles, it pools at my feet, a mound of wasted potential. I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing so maybe I should just stop and feel it as it passes. That, at least, I can do.
If I would’ve known where the path I’ve walked lead, would I have stayed on it? Would the me of old find solace, acceptance, and excitement in this older me? Have I failed myself, steps straying, or am I right where I need to be?
July 16, 2023 at 2:29 PM
If I would’ve known where the path I’ve walked lead, would I have stayed on it? Would the me of old find solace, acceptance, and excitement in this older me? Have I failed myself, steps straying, or am I right where I need to be?
My room, like my life, is full of clutter. Filled with items that take space but give no volume. Paid for by the bitter fruits of labor that sour in my mouth. Bought to fill a void that knows no space, the things that I thought I need give no comfort because this hole cannot be filled with them.
July 12, 2023 at 3:32 PM
My room, like my life, is full of clutter. Filled with items that take space but give no volume. Paid for by the bitter fruits of labor that sour in my mouth. Bought to fill a void that knows no space, the things that I thought I need give no comfort because this hole cannot be filled with them.
I think therefore I am. I think so much that I am to me but to others I’m a silent specter haunting the edges of their sight. I think that I am bound in a shell of porcelain bone, words stilled by gray matter. I think and though it adds to the weight of my soul sometimes I feel I am less for it.
July 8, 2023 at 7:17 PM
I think therefore I am. I think so much that I am to me but to others I’m a silent specter haunting the edges of their sight. I think that I am bound in a shell of porcelain bone, words stilled by gray matter. I think and though it adds to the weight of my soul sometimes I feel I am less for it.
Attention please. Attention, please. Please, attention… please. Why are you so active in my moments of passivity and yet flee when I seek to act. How am I ever to be worthy of attention if you, my attention, are so fickle. I want more for you and yet you avoid me. So please attention, attend.
July 7, 2023 at 4:46 PM
Attention please. Attention, please. Please, attention… please. Why are you so active in my moments of passivity and yet flee when I seek to act. How am I ever to be worthy of attention if you, my attention, are so fickle. I want more for you and yet you avoid me. So please attention, attend.
Idle hands stilled by an idle thought wrapped up in the one eyed, tie dyed idol gestalt
July 4, 2023 at 12:29 AM
Idle hands stilled by an idle thought wrapped up in the one eyed, tie dyed idol gestalt
A sky away from the kingdom of glass, time stretches and thunder rumbles. There is no urgency in this place away from places. Here where bitter old men eat themselves into an early grave I am but a shell of myself. A rusty clockwork puppet tethered to a frayed line.
June 21, 2023 at 11:14 PM
A sky away from the kingdom of glass, time stretches and thunder rumbles. There is no urgency in this place away from places. Here where bitter old men eat themselves into an early grave I am but a shell of myself. A rusty clockwork puppet tethered to a frayed line.