It was her gravity,
responsible for my
loves tide.
I blame her, but I'm
responsible for my
feelings inside—
My heart wasn't broken
or stolen- I just gave it away,
along with my power.
I allowed abuse every other
minute of every other hour.
I chose to stay—when I knew
better, she needed to go.
I've never seen
rougher weather, I just
couldn't let go.
I'm well versed, I have all
the tools to cope.
I studied psychology yet,
here I am still gripping one hair
of hope.
3d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
I would do anything
to get out of my head—
and let go of all the things
left unsaid.
If I could shed my ego, in
all the places it’s been bitten,
I could take back all the words,
and sentences left unwritten.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 9:51 PM UTC
Morning Thoughts:
It’s the bed, where
I wake when you’re
in it.
It’s beneath the blanket
in the cold room where our
body heat keeps.
It’s the softness of
your skin, that
consumes my
consciousness—
and coddles
my soul.
It’s your eyes,
the smear of eyeliner
from the day prior.
It’s in the morning,
the way your voice
crackles.
It’s my chest when you lie
your head upon it.
It’s your lips
when they’re pressed
against mine.
It’s your closeness—
from which my comfort
can be drawn.
And when we part—
I’m left feeling sappy.
It’s every stanza,
written prior to the
last, that truly makes
me happy!
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
You used to
be the squelch
to my static.
Now you’re nothing
more than a ghost of
a memory.
A shadow of a
thought that used
to be stuck in my head.
A perfect picture, covered
in dust that I can almost
see.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:13 AM UTC
I’m a sunny day until
it gets dark.
I am the calm—
and the storm
On the surface,
I’m calm, but I have
immeasurable depth,
that contains a wild
current.
I’m a mirror with a
pulse—and I reflect
consequence.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
There’s a duality
in me that’s slipping
my grip.
Some things are left
better unsaid,
and I attempt to button
the lip yet the
words, they slip—right
off my tongues tip.
Precarious;
Is the articulation
that best describes
when I’m feeling
my thoughts—
They’re fueled by fear,
followed by actions,
my brain just connects
dots.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 4:30 AM UTC
I’m tethered to a
storm, waiting for
lightning to strike.
Wondering if this
will be the one to
sever the tether.
I’ve always loved
the calm before the
storm and the twinkle
in her eye, and every time
it rains I do my very
best not to cry.
I used to love
the thunder, the
torrential rain.
But not this one,
where I’m simply a
passenger, listening
to the screeching
wheels—
on this derailing
train.
I hold on and I wait
for the wind to die
down.
Because once the
clouds are clear, it’s
the most beautiful
thing, even though
in this storm I’ve
already drowned.
On the sunny days,
I’m a smile stretched
from ear to ear.
Maybe it’s the tether,
maybe it’s a test, but
when I know the storm
is coming, it’s always the
lightning—that I fear.
I’ve already been struck
a time or two, it’s inside
the storm where control
is lost—and I don’t know
what to do.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 4:43 PM UTC
I live in the here,
just not right now.
I presently, live in
the past.
In the past, I’ve
lived in the nuanced
present.
I go internal so that
I can externalize.
And when I wake up;
sometimes, I feel down.
They say if you can’t
beat them, join them.
I’d rather leave
them than lose them.
If we’re talking about
right now, just save it
for later.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 12:27 AM UTC
The fallow soil,
ready to plant.
Beware the
gardener, the
access you grant.
To the garden of
the mind.
Whether they plant
flowers or weeds,
guaranteed they’ll
bind.
Roots dig deep—
they become one
with the soil.
It’s best to tend,
it’s worth the toil.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 8:17 PM UTC
Thinking about time;
does it pass in a straight
line?
It feels crooked like
a sentence, yet its
connotations point at
something divine…
Using the world
as a mural, each stroke
a fraction of a second
covering the canvas of
time
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 7:43 PM UTC