I got one great window.
It’s stained
in a good way
and it faces the right way
so it soaks in the early sun.
That means there’s also times
when it’s in the shade,
but that’s okay – I know it’s still there
and the sun usually comes round again.
Some days it’s lower than others.
Some days stronger than the day before.
And that reminds me
of the endless shades of colour,
of the finest degrees of light
and of the need to keep turning,
even in the shade,
while the beauty is still there,
waiting.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
missing you is missing a part of me
a part of me I gave you
a piece of my heart that is still beating
missing you when your right infront of me
and I'll be wondering what's going on in your head
from being in each other's arms
to the returning of items that had once had meaning
having dreams of screaming your name
having thoughts wishing it was all the same
with un gave gifts and un said words
with the texts you last sent were all a blur
from glances exchanged
to not being able to look at your face
to just being able to think of everything that's changed
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
Yes I want to talk to you
When, everytime of my day
Can we have our own place
Where it's just us two
You say something stupid
I'll laugh, you'll laugh
I don't want it to end
Could it be like this, always
I know it'll end soon
Till then yes I want to talk to you
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
utter the words
when it burns
and you can't breathe
let them fly
like the fleeting scent
of a perfumed candle
say the words
free them from the prison of your throat
and when the world hears you
let it laugh
or maybe cry
it doesn't matter
what they think
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:25 PM UTC
Overwhelming loneliness,
silence crawling att the walls,
a slow burning hell,
that burrows deeper every hour.
Unraveling thoughts,
spiraling deep inside,
pressure expanding chest,
a strom with no limits.
Feeling rising up,
lethally uncontainable,
dredging between thoughts,
blurring the world's edges.
Tears spill freely,
like endless salt lakes,
a reddened face, unrecognizable,
as if a ghost were wearing it.
Hoping the ache to stop
this endless echoing night,
where even my shadow,
feels tired of following.
Still waiting for the calm
that never arrives,
only the darkness settles in,
patient, familiar,
curling around me
as if it has been waiting
for me to stop resisting.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
Love is when you are missing some of your teeth
but you're not afraid to smile
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing
Love is when your hair is falling out
but you don't wear a wig
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing
Love is when you lose your arms and legs
but you don't hide away
because you know your friends will still love you
even though part of you is missing
Love is when people accept you for who you are
and you can relax and breathe free
because that's what love is
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
I know no one reads this.
And still I write.
Sometimes I try to catch myself in the act, am I confessing to the page, or am I leaving breadcrumbs for someone I hope will stumble across me and finally say, “I see it. I see you.”
But even if they did read it… what then?
Understanding isn’t about words.
They weren’t there.
They didn’t grow up with that particular silence pressing against their ribs.
They didn’t learn how to shrink in the same corners.
They didn’t carry that specific kind of loneliness, the one that makes you feel invisible and exposed at the same time.
You did.
You walked through it without witnesses.
You stitched yourself back together without applause.
You became someone new in rooms that never noticed the old you dying.
And now there’s this hunger to have someone look at you and understand the cost of your calm. The price behind your strength. The history folded into your quiet.
But no one shares your eyes.
They can look at you. They can love you. They can try.
But they will always be translating.
And some things were never meant to survive translation.
So you write.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
I think of things I cannot change,
Of lost days, and paths so strange.
My heart is tired, my heart is sore,
Still I hope for something more.
I sing to memories, soft and deep,
To hold them close, before I sleep.
Though life is hard, and nights are long,
I keep my heart, I keep my song.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
I have tasted your absence.
It is bitter –
it clings between my teeth
and burns the roof of my mouth.
**** you for showing me
what I had always longed for
and then letting it slip away.
There’s an endless river
of hatred in my heart,
and it infuriates me
that a single sentence
could turn it back to love.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
October 26, 2009
My love had a yearning
But my yearning had no name
So I carried that yearning
Every day through the rain
Oh the rain never stopped me,
No, it just slowed me down
‘Til I first saw your smile
Could turn things around
My love had a yearning
Now my yearning has a name
And it’s name and yours dear
Are one and the same
I’m not saying that we’ll spent
Every day in the sun
But I won’t be complaining
When my days are done
James H. Webb
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC