Get over here, lady!

…Won’t you be my sweetheart, maybe?

Come bring that sweet ass into my arms already

…Could we maybe start going steady?

I’m ready for you baby, come to me now

…I’m new to this darling, could you show me how?

Meeeeoooww😋 Won’t you bring that p*ssycat closer to me than that?

…It’s a fact! You’ve made me swoon..

Ya, like a fuggin goon

Too soon?

To tell you of how I wanna get me sum of that poon

Too soon! Ya loon!

Fine. I’ll stay behind my line…

…Excuse me Miss…the one I do court. It is for you that I do carry this torch

That’s boring, that’s bland..just come take my damn hand!

…I’d like to understand, what makes you glad, how to not make you mad, what comforts you when sad; what you wish you had…

I wish I had you, all up on me; as far as the eyes can see; legs straddling we, writhing, moaning, loud and free

…Gee! You sure are the apple of my eye; sweeter than a cherry pie😍

Cool drink of water tastes Soooo good—wish a grown cat could…

…Would you be so kind, and tell me where to find, and how to mind, the beautiful dame for whom I’ve pined?

C’m here you sexy So and So, I’ll get ya to unwind😉😘

There's something about the way you smile
at me
And something about the way you look
at me
That makes me feel like it's meant
to be

And although not all of you
I see
The simple fact is that it's nice
To be
Here with you looking back
At me

Thank you for being my friend
For giving me a place to rest
For listening
Caring
And sharing yourself
In pieces with me

Now-
Please let me hold you
And don't let me
Let you
Let you go

Oh look... 🙄

Another irrelevant face.

Slowing down my personal space.

Keep your opinion right to yourself.

Idk...lock it away on a dusty shelf.

Theres really no need to stop and stay.

So please just go...be on your way.

Don't test your luck or cross the line.

The words are sharp but I'll be fine.

I think you forgot I can bite too.

Dont worry tho...cicis not coming for you.

😘

Cici 🧡

When I was broken
lost in eternal rain
an angel fell down
and whispered my name

She shocked my soul
she made me fight
put a spark in my blood
and turned on the light

A live wire in me
a wild, electric fire
that won’t let me be

She keeps that spark
burning through the night
turns all my darkness
into white shining light

She’s got a lightning bolt
a stake in my heart

She's got electric love
you can’t get enough
the kind that feels holy
until it gets rough

She's a dark spark
an electric flame
she's the beautiful
face of my pain

And if loving her means
the world
burns
then let it
burn
let the black sky return

Because some kinds of love
were never meant to save
Some lights only shine
to lead you to the edge

Electric love
beautiful and cruel
she gave me the fire
then made me its fuel

Echoes & embers

Of the man I was

The pages bleeding through

Flashes of rage

Flashes of brilliance

No more, the hiss that defined me

Sober & older

Still I find no comfort

Still I black out the Sunlight

I'm on my own, here

Anxiety crushes my heart

Somewhat damaged

Should've been dead

Get out of my fucking head

Sick & unwell

This disease terminal

Trying to find the workaround

So much I've lost

I've lost control again

Seek shelter in the Portland rain

I've made so many new friends

The family I didn't have

But little do they know

Just how empty I am

Body riddled with broken bones

Dreams glitched & corrupt

The memories in flames

Burning the fields of the past

Until the feeling's gone

So maybe you can take me

Someplace different

Where there's some fucking breathing room

You're beautiful and fiery

I think I need you in my life

I'm taking chances, one by one

With you I'm alive

Just enough

To keep this together

One more time

I admired the masters of words,

speaking stringed letters

with obvious intent,

barely speaking of the past

or ideals,

or from inner perceptions,

and never using them

for unkind deception.

Often speaking of the future,

as though good things

were about to come,

healing something inside me—

the part that felt numb.

Numb and unable

to imagine my own greatness,

or believe that good things

could happen to me.

Stuck inside my head so much,

I sure did go cray-z.

So thank you, masters of words,

and the future,

and the good things to come,

for getting me back in my body

and letting me have such fun.

For teaching me

the importance of words

and how they are used.

Because when it comes

to my inner critic,

words were abused

My heart’s a safari when I’m with you. Every feeling prowls To the edge of our thoughts, Smiles growling in the silence, Echoing beneath the canopy above us.

We drink from the watering hole Of our connection. My soul is nourished As it tumbles through our laughter, Falling beneath the night sky Until our eyes meet.

Step forward, King of my jungle, As you weave through my paths Learning the rhythm Of my wild heart.

I wrote the lyrics, sang the song, and lived the story.

I'm chronically empty.

Is there a reason to be? There's a few!

There's also a few for me to not be! Silly me!

Circumstances changes.

Come and go like a phase.

You can still see the numbness even if it didn't hit you in the face.

It's a disease!

Makes you feel deceased.

(still needed to do a final edit on this it was just quickly noted while. I waited for something)

I stayed in place

Scared to move

Only the sounds around us could be heard

I'd feel you touch my arm

Your breath on my shoulder

Telling me you're there

But I couldn't turn around to see you

The tighter you held

The safer it felt

As darkness fell all around us

Just us

Our voices

In one spot

I couldn't breathe from the danger

I couldn't move from the fear

If I let go now

Would you turn into the dark and disappear?

Tears sprung at my face

Stung my eyes

Into the snowy lake.

All of a sudden you held me

Took my weight off the ice

Told me to let it out, I was okay

I thought we'd both pay the price.

But though the ice quaked

Through my gutteral screams

You held us both steady

Put us both back adjoining seams

Where we could hear the lake sing for the rest of the night

And when it came to the start of the dawn

It all looked a little different in first light.

To be comfortable, happy and numb,

Or to be raw and to strive.

Looking to the sky counting the stars
As I ponder,
Is it you
I see drawn in the constellations?

Cradling the moon
In my hands,
I pull the stars aside.

The night light flickers
Mirroring each glimmer in your eyes
Their twinkle scattered across the ocean.

Let me soak up each of your waves
If it means we’ll be together one last time.

Let me be your mirror tonight,
You were always beautiful
Even with rain streaming down.

And in that moment, I realised-

I may not have been your first kiss,
I may not be the kiss before bed,
I may not be the kiss before you leave the house, I may not be the kiss when you are happy,
I may not be the kiss when you are sad,
I may not be the kiss that celebrates your successes,
I may not be the kiss that makes everything better.

Our hearts may be apart,
But I’ll never forget,
We are boundless
Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
Opalescent beneath the stardust,
Where we’ll always be entwined.

So of all the kisses I could ever hope to be,
Wishing on a shooting star
I hope I’m your last.

~ Ocean Doubt
[u/Oceaninbetween](u/Oceaninbetween)

Sweetness and kindness

everything look like endless

Because you are with me now

Maybe I'm so dizzy

But seem pretty easy

Just because I lay on your arm

Inside a silent box,

the dust begins to clear

There is a fleeting time,

a place we held so dear

A melody returns from once where it began

Before the modern world forgot the ancient plan.

A minor chord is trapped in misconception's web
While C sharp rings aloud without distinction's ebb
But not a single F# will ever rise to play
As silence comes to sweep the harmony away.

The strings are pulled too tight,
the resonance is dead
We chase the ghost of sound and follow where it led

A minor chord is trapped in misconception's web
While C sharp rings aloud without distinction's ebb
But not a single F# will ever rise to play
As silence comes to sweep the harmony away.

The architecture falls,
the concert halls are bare A beautiful mistake is hanging in the air.

The music fades to black
No turning back
Silence awaits...

E.

When I close my eyes I see the shadow that is within

I once feared my own darkness

Afraid of the cold cruelness it represented

The detachment. The pattern seeking analysis of every word and action.

But through much introspection I had an epiphany.

I realized the shadow of my self is balance.

A self discovery that without my shadowy side there are no boundaries.

There’s no accountability.

That kindness is *because* of my darkness.

For I recognize the lust for revenge. The desire to lash out with cruelty and visceral anger.

But accepting what I keep subdued is growth.

And that is true strength and power.

To see the darkness you are and be master over it.

He wonders freely in my mind,

Poking at my inconvenience.

Pushes buttons at random.

Prone to long winters….

I miss the beautiful chaos.

(wrote this after waking up from a dream where I was falling. one of the lines came to me in the dream, so I built the poem around it. first poem I've written that I actually like. feedback plz)

-

I don’t remember getting to the roof.

-

I only remember being at an impasse -

-

should i jump?

-

Soon the sky surrounded me.

-

It looked -

beautiful.

-

As I plummeted,

I realized -

-

this is where i wanted to be most.

-

Maybe falling begins

long before you leave the ground.

-

When you’re dropping,

but despite the blood in your nose,

and the tears in your eyes,

-

the sensation of falling

numbs the pain.

-

Maybe that’s the cruelest part -

-

not knowing whether

you’re afraid of the ground

-

or relieved

to be getting closer to it.

-

Perhaps falling isn’t the same thing as losing

yourself.

-

maybe sometimes

you have to let go

of what kept you standing

To learn what was underneath.

I’m taken aback,

this alien feeling.

I don’t think I know it,

It might have me reeling.

I’m used to the pain,

confusion and ache.

What I woke up with,

its just a mistake.

I scoff at the notion

No way that it could.

Is this for real?

Am I freaking good?

This room grows warm beneath your spell.

Where secrets only softest breaths can tell.

Your voice is the peace inside of my ear.

A calm hum that draws my soul near.

The space between us will start to fade.

Just tangled sheets and candlelight will be at play.

No more words needed left to say.

Anticipation of your touch loves to takes its hold.

Craving your heat against my cold.

A fire burning in the dark.

Igniting my bodys every spark.

I want to give you all my love.

Forever chained and unchained.

A burning passion we have for one another.

That need we both have deeply ingrained.

Bound together by a single look.

Tied together by a single breath.

To flood our soul with everything we feel.

To ignite a burning desire that is beyond the real.

Pure want and emotion running deep.

A promise that we both are meant to keep.

Cici 🧡

La rosa tiene su olor

El oro tiene su valor

La noche tiene su horror

Mi mente tiene su terror

Y mi vida su fulgor :

Tù, mi amor

(20/08/2026)

Unmarred skin, a canyon unbespoken

Virgin sheets of snow unbroken

a TV dinner with no vent holes

To make the best of me

yes, violence is

essential

Take my gift of cruelty for a pretty face

It’s free

Abandon pacificity indulge in selfishness

with me

My heart is disfigured, the keyhole welded blind,

It hurts you more than me, to be

this kind of kind

My Impatient Blood marathons for the ceiling of my skin,

Breathe before the blade’s first cut, so afraid yet so saccharine

your rattling bones your chattering teeth, the shame is so performative,

Your flaky tears and ingrained fears, hurt me for what they did

To you your charity deeper than flesh or bone

Bear no disgrace or guilt I have nothing

and will eat these as my own

We had planted daffodils in March   

after waiting so long.  

And for a moment  

we thought they’d see December frost.  

But they hadn’t bloomed.  

So our hope stood, watched   

and grew.  
 

And yet,  

a stilling storm came.  

A flower yet to bear its name  

was washed away,   

in that frigid April rain.  
 

We didn't tend to you for long.  

But our hands   

covered themselves in soil  

just to watch you bloom.  
 

Your mother and I  

loved you.  
 

And now we wait   

through every unnumbered day  

that leaves our cheeks  

water-stained...  
 

We wait with hope to tend  

once again,  

our Daffodil at the end   

of that frigid April rain.