Home is a sanctuary
A safe place
A controlled environment
In which I can let go
Relax
Trust
A fly, uninvited buzzes in my living room
Unaware of the boundary breach,
It owns the place
Flying around, swirling, diving,
Landing on my knee
The violation
The irritation
The aggression
The murderous desire
A fly is stubborn
It refuses to move through the window
It likes the warmth of the kitchen
The sweetness of the counter
It rests on my screen
Doing acrobatics with its rear legs
Cleaning its wings
The multifaceted eyes
Scanning the environment
A marvel of engineering
Warming up in a ray of sun
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC
Fifty minutes a week
Tick tack tick tack
One pound a minute
The hourglass keeps track
It’s a special space
I was told
Here, your trust will not be betrayed
I’ve been sold
I can open the gates,
Let it flow
I can reveal my heart,
She will know
It’s so strange
I’m confused
What is she hiding?
She won’t say
What is she thinking?
She’ll reflect
How can it be genuine?
It’s her work
Fifty minutes a week
She will show
Empathy and caring
On demand
I know nothing of her
I’m afraid
It is rigidly improper
To enquire
There are some rules
I’m aware
We can’t be friends
It’s codified
How can it be real?
It’s mercantile
One pound a minute
The hourglass keeps track
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
It takes the edge off
You would say
I want to drink and smoke ***
Life is so dull
It did me good too
Erased the violence
Masked the anger
Made me chilled out
I need to seek thrills
To feel something
Fill up the pit
Mask the void
Epicurean to the core
I want to **** women
Use people
Material gain is utmost
I fool them all
Pretending to care
Displaying empathy
Charming my way through
I’m comfortable with who I am
Not understanding
How deeply very damaged
A shell of a human, you truly are
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
A fight for attention:
“How dare you give her so much time?
What about me!? I deserve and demand all of it!”
She disagrees, she wants more of me.
It’s never enough, the more I give, the more they want.
The tentacles of internet reach me from across the world,
Ghosts from the past
Distant family
People who should be lost to me
Cross the distance
Travel the seas
Reach my brain and heart
With their misty fingers
and their piercing voices
“What about me? I want to talk to you!
Answer me! Entertain me! I demand it!”
They all want a piece of me.
Let’s dismember me
A piece of nose for you
Here, some fingertips
Let’s start with the extremities
Working toward the heart.
Once I am all gone
Their hunger satisfied
They’ll still fight to know
Who got the biggest piece of me.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Anxiety was a daily reality for me for most of my life. The poem below describes what happened in me and how I tried to fight it. My anxiety has decreased dramatically after years of reclaiming my agency through therapy, boundary setting, exercise, accountability...
Barriers
I am my own entity
I won’t let the world swallow me
Centre to the core, find my balance
The shadowy fingers of lack of sleep
are invading my brain, smothering my defenses
The grey blurry figure whispers in my ears
that all is hopeless and that I won’t do
My eyes widen with fear
trying to identify the threat
The ghost slyly smiles:
it’s hiding between my eyes and my brain
undetected, it can pursue its slow conquering work
getting into every fold of my brain
following the path of the nerves
controlling my body, unaware of the hijack
But I know that old nemesis
I know its ways and manners
It has occupied my body often enough
Centre to the core, find my balance
There is no threat, there is no ghost
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 6:39 AM UTC