There is a bitter craving
to know.
to know what God knows.
Refusal to digest the shallow,
to ingest energetic lies,
The body feels heavy
ribs outlined.
skeletal frame of mind
rid of appetite
attain the recipe of design.
The stomach screams
collarbones
materialize.
Feast on new ideas,
***** the unfathomable.
There is a depravity in this world
portions universal in size
haunted by the unknown
malnourished connection
famined in love
heaved introspection.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
Peeking in the window
of my childhood bedroom
is a Northern Catalpa tree.
In spring, it blooms delicate, pearly flowers
beside large heart-shaped leaves.
She has seen
my love for books and the color pink.
She has heard
my laughs, cries, lies, and pleas.
No matter how ugly life may be
I love my pretty Northern Catalpa tree.
Though the wind may cause her to lose a few seeds,
The Northern Catalpa never complains.
Her softness in flowers grows all the same.
She knows the sun will come out
and brighten the day.
Listen close enough,
You will hear her sing,
songs of love, wisdom, and strength.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 5:14 PM UTC
There are truths that linger
and rest in the back of your mind.
Clouded, covered,
in lies, denial, and sleep.
There is a thin line between reality and fantasy.
Depends on what you want to see.
The more you lie to yourself, to others,
The more you begin to believe.
We have moments of waking up,
Though they are brief,
"I don't like myself", "I don't like my situation," all while counting sheep.
But it's overwhelming,
soon after,
We tuck our thoughts back into our pocket,
into the junk drawer in your nightstand.
All to forget in the morning,
to brush our teeth,
tend to our responsibilities,
return home, and eat,
to lie down again, and try to fall asleep.
You know a better version of you exists.
They just need to step into reality.
It's important to know yourself for this process to begin,
to pinpoint flaws, laziness, deliberate debris.
It's uncomfortable;
We know and see ourselves as we currently are,
not as we could be.
Do not confine others to the box of your perception,
Do not confine yourself in fear.
It's time to wake up, to see.
Stop hitting snooze.
Otherwise,
We will never break free.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 5:19 PM UTC
Your shadow
wants to come forth,
It knocks at your door,
When will you let me in?
Please see my worth.
You continue to lie,
on the path to realize.
Watching the horizon,
keen on the sunrise.
wanting so badly
to see its entire face,
feel its warmth-
a comfort in distaste.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 8:47 PM UTC
There is no explanation for the innate
From birth, bumble bees know how to pollinate.
I want to fly and buzz around with purpose
A nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
What if the bees didn't create honey to survive?
You know,
when bees come across certain pesticides,
they become disoriented and can't return to their hive.
In reality, they'd die,
but what if they didn't? Would they keep on flying? With no destination?
leaving behind its rooted Oak Tree.
What if there was a bumblebee that reached a coast
and saw the sea?
I wonder if it could fly against the strong, salty breeze.
What if there were a storm? Would the bee know to hide?
Maybe in a dark cove, with giant toothy spikes.
It would find other small creatures taking a nap inside,
rove beetles, sea roaches, and snout mites.
Lying down, the bee stretched its wings
and let out a sigh,
It could not decide if this was freedom or a cage in its own right.
The bumblebee wondered if it was best to continue its flight,
to find new flowers,
to discover a new region,
to feel something different, a whole new season.
or return to
home within a blooming forest,
to buzz and fly with purpose,
a nectarous goal,
in the shape of a hibiscus.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
I don't know anything,
Nothing at all.
What am I supposed to be focusing on? Enjoy your youth, it’s fleeting,
but don't be a *** sitting on your ***
life isn't just fun and games.
But it is all just a game, a big ego game. We are all one, the same; we are the universe experiencing itself.
How are people SO sure of themselves?
What is confidence and self-esteem? And if it were a physical substance?
Why do some scientists believe in god and others don't?
I've written that the wise men pray
1) They are wise because they pray
2) They are wise men who pray
Where's Waldo, spot the difference.
If intelligent people are so superior, then why can't they just decide on something already?
I love arrogant people,
I hate gray area and yet love philosophy for that exact reason.
There's a thin line between love and hate, I say it’s the same ****
Rappers would say “they love to hate.”
They enjoy hating or
People hate you because they love you
The literal love TO hate as a transition.
Could be true, could be a delusional cope.
Chat gpt the correlation of that to cuteness aggression.
The closest we will ever get to true magic and mystery is through science.
Especially space.
What if aliens are our wizards?
Time folds on itself, and the light that reaches us through space could be from a star that exploded many years ago.
Time travel is real; we just don’t know how to use it yet.
I think about the Milky Way and never fully wrap my head around it.
I feel so spectated, everything fights for my attention.
Everything is an ad, and social media is false connection.
And yet I'm addicted to it all, just like everyone else.
Make sure you get my angles and outfit, I hate when people perceive me wrong.
What do you think? Now what song?
I need a cigarette.
Also, dancing at bars is fun, but I feel like I'm setting myself up as prey. Wear bright colors and flap your wings.
What do you call someone who recognizes the problem and still indulges in it?
Are you willing to play the game?
To what extent?
And if we don’t? What does that mean?
What's the alternative here?
I think I’ll be a school psychologist, though I'd rather be a florist.
I don't want to wither away.
Maybe a librarian would be nice too.
I've heard there's war hanging over our heads; I might end up with a dead brother and boyfriend. Watch your back, your parents can get deported too.
But don't think about it too hard, you’ll manifest it. Because we are power and love, and god is love, therefore god is real and within us. We are god.
People say we are collectively waking up. Have we considered mass hysteria? Or am I wrong? Maybe blinded, manipulated. Remember the government is evil and the illuminati is watching.
Don’t sell your soul.
Don't do it.
Also don't doom scroll and rot your brain.
What does it mean to be free? Is there a cost? Ive heard nothing is free.
There's no point in worrying about things you cant control.
Don't think.
Don't blink. You might miss something,
I don't like closing my eyes either.
Just breathe, 123 breathe. How many sheep do you count?
I rarely get a decent night of sleep. Theres too much to think about, to plan for.
Just enough thinking to wake up late tomorrow and do nothing about it.
it’s all beyond me.
It’s all beyond me.
It’s all beyond me.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:26 AM UTC
Sometimes, while doing the mundane
an overbearing sadness arrests the brain,
and no matter how good was the day
it will be washed away,
sliding down the drain.
a very selfish girl,
a critic at heart,
Nothing is ever good enough;
it will be torn apart.
Do not chew like a cartoon,
Do not wear purple polka dots,
Do not hum a tune
Do not buy forget-me-nots,
Do not accept a silver spoon
Do not smoke ***
Do not wake up at noon.
The list could go on.
There are no exceptions,
and when there is nowhere left to turn,
She finds the reflection
of the impossible girl.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
The hurt is in grinding teeth
or biting the inside of your cheek.
A faint metallic taste,
wash it out with toothpaste.
Stop tearing up your bottom lip,
Apply vaseline and Chapstick.
picking at tough skin,
let it scab over,
do it again.
How often it hides away,
Keeping yourself busy during the day.
There are things to do,
things to carry.
hands are full,
calloused, worn, and wary.
Apr 16
Apr 16, 2026 at 11:37 PM UTC
A friend of mine,
lives down the stream
I follow Dawn outside
& find a stone cold seat
A Great Blue Heron
Truly, a sight to see
With ruffled grey feathers
& a strong, long beak
He flies by
& says hello to me.
If only
Mr.Heron could speak.
I would ask him,
How far does this frigid stream bend?
Do you have a lady friend?
Do you pray, like the wise men?
Are you alone, as I've been?
On whom do you depend?
Are you resilient to this icy wind?
Mr.Heron
When will this winter end?
& he would respond
Oh my dear, please,
cast these thoughts aside
for the sky is clear
& the mountains are high
Should you ever feel the urge to hide,
Return, down the stream
Your company will not be denied.
I can see past your fears & Pride.
I am the Great Blue Heron,
powerful in my strikes & Stride
Come, huddle under my wing
In me you can confide.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC