I cradle you in both hands—
the cup is hotter than the blood in me.
I sip until my tongue blisters,
as if pain is the only proof
that I can still be filled.
The table is a witness—
its pale skin bruises under you.
You leave your halo of tannin,
a brown eclipse widening,
seeping into the grain like rot that knows my name.
I line the coasters in military rows,
little shields of cork and cloth,
but you slip past their defenses—
a siege of warmth,
an invasion I invite.
Soon the whole table will be dark.
Soon my palms will smell of leaves and ash.
But you seep through everything,
and I wonder if love is not the cup,
nor the hand holding it,
but the stain that stays after.
I slowly detach, like ink seeping onto pages of lost memories,
like a song slowly fading from the mind that once swore it eternal,
everything begins gently—your name on my lips becomes a foreign echo,
your messages remain unread, not out of anger, but from fear of the unknown.
You place silence where questions once were, perhaps you don't notice how I fade,
or maybe you see and remain silent, letting me become a shadow in the corner of your eye,
this is the pain that burns quietly—not that I have scattered over time,
but that you watched me shrink in the silence between us, a dream drowned in forgetfulness.
Tell me, did you ever see the truth in my heart,
or was I already a phantom lost in my own story?
I melted like dew at sunrise in your days, a forgotten dream,
a whisper carried by the wind, lost in the void of memories that no longer matter.
Strange
The Quantum
An image can exist
On a flat plane
Horizon
Its entire life
Breathing, thinking, sleeping, walking
And even though not ever making
A single (so called) mistake ...
Can lose absolutely everything.
Oct.26.2021
Crazed beyond this fragile manuscript
ink now bled out in caustic flow
emptying my mind of the clutter
pouring from a heart beat’s mechanism
grinding gears of rusted thoughts
handwriting illegibly unrecognizable
scratched into burned edge parchment
pleading for destinations
across borderlines and wastelands
calloused fingers write…poetry
between broken dishes and pot luck cuss words
folded, creased and left lying on the desk
gathering deadly dust particles
behind the barricaded door
of cranial creativity…
seeping
The night is seeping in
The tears shed are lingering like smoke
I plead her to stay, to sway her emotions back my way
But the night is seeping in; her thoughts are formless like the fog
And Blurry is her judgment and Blue is the tune of my soul
Sway back and stay, sway back and stay like sea to jagged rocks
I plead I beg, I plead I beg
Oh yes I do
But oh formless are these expressions and words
For they never part from my lips.
You never saw
as nacre fibers
wove round my heart
the weight of your eye
had fallen to me
you never heard
the symphony,
as celestial bodies gasped
your wings had opened
and slid
against my soul
I had never felt
the smallest measure
of serenity
supine in your grace
tranquility,washed through me
you smelt of fresh baked bread
and now after tasting
your talismanic heights
excited beyond all measure
we fall from grace
within the arc of heaven
an angel sobs of loss,
as tears,
form in the firmament
and I can now,
weep of peace
Seeping into a sea of emptiness
EXIT
Red
Glowing at the conclusion of
the Hall
the Endgame
ending up where you started
spilling out
going back with the bang of a cork
SHOOT!
blood, gore gashing gone
Seeping into a sea of emptiness
falling between cracked cobble
screams echo into the night
echo and fade away
tingling thoughts process of time
spent thinking, fading as words written
thinking of the journey of change
what it means, what was said
the End my friend
The End, FIN
Seeping dread,
Sad and tattered,
In the back of my head,
Feeling like the mad hatter,
No one knows,
But they’re quick guess,
I don’t care,
They don’t know me best,
Leave me be,
I beg you,
Please,
Solitude’s most easy,
Yet so depressing,
Seeping dread,
To wish for death,
No a way to live,
I have nothing to give,
What is your intentions,
Don’t search for perfections,
For they are not found in me,
Please,
I beg you,
Leave me be,
Seeping dread,
I am the monster under my bed,
Lost in a hole,
Indirection taking it’s toll,
Please,
Release me,
From this seeping dread.
By, Rasheal l. Timm
Im the one that says i love you and means it but still its me you deceive,
And you know i'll be crushed by depession yet you still choose to leave,
You said it yourself that us being together was fate,
But now your leaving me in a depressed suicidal state,
You deserting me has formed a scar that runs unimaginally deep,
And from it sadness and loneliness constantly seep,
Unable to be stopped by any cover or patch,
Not even by a new door with a latch,
What you've done to me seems like a curse,
Pain never getting better only growing steadily worse
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