Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
“Just immigrants first,”
They’re not coming for you.
Roses are red,
Borders on cue,
They knock on the brown doors,
Say it’s law they pursue.
Roses are red,
Violets feel safe,
“Follow the rules,”
“Don’t make a mistake.”
Roses are red,
Violets stay blue,
Now protest signs shake
When the lists widen too.
Roses are red,
Violets subdued,
They said “just the left,”
Till dissent made the news.
Roses are red,
No colors remain,
When disagreeing
Becomes cause for your name.
Roses are red,
History knew;
They never stop early
They stop after you.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:39 PM UTC
I wrote a note in my head,
Folded it inside my ribcage.
It said, “I can’t keep fighting
With a heart that always breaks.”
Mom never stayed,
Dad was just a silhouette.
And I swore I’d never
Repeat all that ****
But I guess I did.
We screamed in courtrooms
Over a child I never got to see grow.
I traced his name in the frost
On my rearview window.
I lost him before
I got the chance to lose myself.
I kept his photos
In a box on the bottom shelf.
And I almost left a letter
Where the liquor lives
Something about being tired,
And out of reasons to forgive.
I almost slipped into silence
Like snow on rusted rails,
But I heard a little laugh
That cut through all that pale.
’Cause your brother said,
“Dad, are you okay?”
With a look in his eyes
Like he’d lose me that day.
And I lied at first,
But then I cried like hell.
And in the quiet that followed,
He said, “That’s okay as well.”
There’s a million ways
To leave this place,
But only one
To stay with grace.
And it’s messy, and it aches,
But it’s real.
So I burned the note
And kept the flame,
Lit a candle
And whispered your name.
I never got to hold you
Like I wanted to
But your brother held me
Like you probably would’ve too.
I left a light on,
Just in case you find your way.
I’m still here,
And I’m trying..
Most days.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
I'm trying to find serotonin
In bodies and whiskey oceans
Floating above water isn't working
Fighting the gravity, so here's to hoping
I don’t feel right unless I'm wrong
I told you this all along
It's like there's a switch that flipped
No longer writing my own script
Can you tell me why you're still here
Why you haven't disappeared
I know I'm always next to you
(But) I'm only physically here
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC
"What's the blood from? And please tell the truth
You didn't have those stains before you left for school
You cover your scars but wear the stains with pride"
Would you believe me when I say it's how I feel alive.
Awkward in my own skin but comforted by my blood
I don't even like myself. How can I be someone you love?
Call me a sore loser when I didn't even ask to play
White striped reflections, just an echo of my shame
The safest way to love me is to stay the **** away
I want to **** everything, beginning with my brain
I know it's hard when I don't really say very much
Wait for me to reply but I'm too far out of touch
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
A simple note to explain doesn't seem long enough
To bring on one sheet my final feelings and thoughts
Why am I doing this and what lead me here?
It wasn't just one event and the timing wasn't near.
I'd start when I was younger but who can remember that far back?
Unfortunately I do with every panic and anxiety attack.
You'd probably start to see why by the time I finished 10th grade
But then I'd really dig deep into every mistake I've ever made
I'd go on to talk about the crushing weight of all my guilt
The guilt I'm tired of hearing that everyone has felt
"Just leave the past behind" they say and "move on to better days."
How the **** am I supposed to do that when I want to **** my brain
Therapy and medication only helped me for so long
Now I've come to realize I'm the only thing that's wrong
I'm not angry with anyone and would never put blame on you
I just can't handle my thoughts being the loudest in the room.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 9:00 AM UTC
Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain
I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside
Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound
My addiction doesn't make me
Or at least thats what they say
I created my own hell
And breathes are getting harder to take
Step one is to admit that
I have a problem with this well
This shouldn't be news to you
I've been crying out for help
I can't go on much longer
With the way I'm feeling inside
Who am I now that it's over?
Give myself to the fleeting tide
I need to feel the lines of your hands
From your fingertips on down
Give me something to hold onto
When I feel like I'm going to drown.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
Have you ever thought of ending it all?
Facing your fear when your backs to the wall?
Crossing the bridge and paying the toll?
Nobody know's the feeling better then me
I fantasize while in bed, rest assured I can't sleep
Knowing it's me I fear is murdering me
Drowning my face in my own reflection
Disconnecting myself from other's connection
Removing my head from self-loathing dejection
Addicted to things that help me forget
All the memories and laughs that came and went
Everything that I've done that I can't just repent
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
I'm sorry for inviting myself I just wanted to spend more time with you
And if I'm in your way I'll stand in the corner and wait for you
Now I'm sorry to be a bother but do you think I can have some water
To wash away my insecurities but I know you'll give them back to me
I don't know what you want from me but I just want your company
Find what you're looking for and take it all from me
Walk in my shoes for a day I have nothing more to take
Come on just give me a break if not for me for goodness sake
While you're pushing me away remember what I say
You might think you'd be happy but I know that you'll be sorry
So take your time but don't be long give me a feeling that I belong
I know everything about this is wrong but I'm just not very strong
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Maybe the truth is I was never really meant to be happy.
Not in the sincerest form of the word anyway.
I'm content and I do have my happy moments.
But sincerely and truly happy?
I don't think that word was invented with me in mind.
Aug 9, 2019
Aug 9, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
Do you still think about me?
Am I one of your painful memories?
Do I cross your mind when you're all alone and trying to sleep?
I can say that all is the truth for me
I'm just a grain of sand and you are the sea.
You wrap around my brain until I can't ******* breathe.
Do you remember trying not to cry?
The day we finally said goodbye.
Feeling like we're alone but surrounded by a hundred eyes.
Did I move far enough out of state,
So that your memory of me is completely erased?
Do you still linger on my words and our mistakes?
Losing you, I was always afraid.
You used to tell me that we would be okay.
I guess you can say we were never meant to have our Always.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC