The phone is warm in my palm.
The message blinks
unsent,
holding its breath.
I imagine your name
lighting up the screen
before it happens.
My thumb hovers,
taught to hesitate
by previous silences.
The room is too quiet.
Even the clock refuses to rush me.
I lock the screen
and set the phone down
face-first
as if it could look back at me
and ask
why I’m afraid of an answer.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:34 PM UTC
Please, can I take a photo?
An autograph won’t do.
I need this moment
trapped in a frame of us
like a portal,
so I can travel back safely through time
to meet this exact feeling again.
So please,
only a picture will do.
Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 3:31 PM UTC
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
So she stood in front of the mirror
unable to see beyond what she defined as beauty.
Constantly seeking approval
from her beholders.
What she sees is not perfect
and that’s fine,
because she believes she does not possess
the lens to see beyond that reflection.
So she hands that lens to her judge,
believing they hold the vision
for her true self.
She stands before them,
projecting the image of
“I am what you see.”
That is the worst form of self-disparagement I know.
We behold ourselves
before anyone ever does.
Others only see
the reflection of what we declare ourselves to be.
So our outward projection
is nothing but
the inward reflection
of who we say we are
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
Like a double-sided coin.
I let life toss me at its own will.
Sometimes I land on the side that reminds me
I can become anything I want.
And sometimes I fall to the side
that whispers my dreams are impossible.
But in the end,
I get to choose which side I stay on.
Dec 12, 2025
Dec 12, 2025 at 8:03 PM UTC
Standing before you, yet unseen.
As much as I try to hate you,
the sound of your voice births forgiveness
for every sin you ever committed.
My love for you is an evil spell
I remain entangled in.
I plead for redemption
from you, from us, from the love that won’t let me go.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC