Heart, where is thine home in this
hollowed, yet mellifluous world?
Does its meek beat reside between
scarce meadows of ephemeral vows?
Where the color of corroded copper
lingers in the aftermath of longing; slow
painfully slow
and fingers gently grasp
the concept of fog;
its ghostly tenants never meant to behold
resonance within resonance within resonance;
yet still, you get lost in the silence of words.
© fey (25/05/26)
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
Tender exterior,
merely an atom's weight
where thy beings linger,
carrying life's fleeting haste.
What is thy secret,
O delicate creature,
when thou least fit
this cruel endeavor.
© fey (09/11/25)
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 1:57 AM UTC
Today I was mindful.
I've watched the autumnal nuances unfold
under the warm embrace of sunny rays.
My yearning fingerstips ran through
the cozy fur of my feline companion;
and I felt life underneath them; pulsating,
gentle, thoroughly enchanting.
Pastel blue the sky danced; pure,
brush strokes of clouds on creamy white allured.
I cushion the fall on pillows raw,
where morning dew collects like snow.
© fey (06/11/25)
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
My armor carries heavy sorrow
among the blood horizon above
where all mine kindreds once went hollow,
and old forsaken's gone undone.
The chosen one may forth
through perish long, no maiden's warmth
but wary eyes might feel
the ray of sun, a long forgotten hope.
© fey (22/10/25)
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 3:05 AM UTC
The haste of wondrous souls,
their roots; unyielding soil,
as their curiosity grows cold
and I just stand there watching,
have you seen the way they're speaking
shallow words placating
what once a precious heart did hold.
© fey (21/10/25)
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
i hate how cold my stomach burns
when names I antagonize toward
land next to yours.
how my chest flickers like bad radio,
tuned to every syllable & echo of you.
i tell myself i’m fine with sharing,
neither watching, nor am I caring,
but the truth drips through my ****** teeth;
i care so loud it hums; unnerving.
they mirror that which i loved first,
trying on your favorite words
like cheap perfume,
and i pretend it doesn’t sting
while my pulse scrolls itself anew.
i know this is just fear,
dressed in neon envy here,
but still,
i want to be the gravity
you fall toward,
not the silence
you scroll past again.
so i write it down,
not to curse them,
not to blame you,
but to stop the ache
from building altars
to people
who are only passing through.
© fey (19/10/25)
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 12:35 PM UTC
You dreamed me in candlelight,
soft edges, no shadow, no spine;
a shape to fill the hollows
of your unfinished self.
Not a woman,
but a whisper of one.
You named me gentle before I spoke,
kind before I doubted,
yours before I breathed.
I stayed quiet while you wrote
the story you wanted me to live in;
a love with no clauses,
no agency, no weight.
A devotion with doll-joints,
pliant and smiling.
But I was never a mirror.
I cracked the glass
by simply being real.
You called it betrayal
when I stepped outside the frame.
You wept for the ruin
of your castle of mist
and blamed the wind.
But I was not the storm.
I was the truth.
The quiet, unbeautiful, necessary truth.
I never left you.
You just never saw me;
only your hope
wearing my skin.
© fey (24/05/25)
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 12:53 PM UTC
I'd rather
sway in the paradox waltz of myself, alone–
dance in the caleidoscope mazes; forlorn,
than mind where my big, dream-shaped steps intervene with yours–
those reality-driven conformist labels, your god-fearing pose;
keep track of all the nuances we're intermingling with,
just to make you comfortable.
I'd rather be
my forever overdose.
© fey (11/05/25)
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 6:37 AM UTC
I want to
sleep under the rainy cacophony of spring,
feel how
life returns to its buds in one graceful fling.
Life.
Are you here with me still?
© fey (18/04/25)
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:37 AM UTC
Sometimes the shadow of you still lingers
in the books you once recommend,
among the verses of the bands you mentioned.
You ruined the experience of certain videogames too; the one where you spoilered
a certain character death in Assassin's Creed II;
said Silent Hill was silly for foreshadowing monsters with the soundtrack to creep out a *****
shit-talked Alan Wake for using a flashlight to eliminate the enemies;
but forgot to mention that you were a monster too.
Yeah, you liked to portrait my favorite games as silly and aloof,
what were you so insecure about?
I remember how you pushed me to touch you,
in this tent when we went out with our class back then.
Didn't accept me feeling scared and not wanting to.
You didn't accept my boundaries then and demanded other atrocities as well.
Where you never ashamed?
You contacted me ten years later, while I was playing Kingdom Hearts with a friend.
Had the worst panic attack but that didn't interest you the slightest, am I right?
When I found out your twitter and how you whined about still being a ******
have you forgotten to mention what you did to me back then?
I guess that would be too inconvenient.
******** about having anxiety and depression,
you put me through hell and you dare to speak of mental health?
You are still disrespecting women like this pathetic Incel
you still are.
And guess what? I still read Eragon and play Dark Souls and Halo and Skyrim without you butting in.
I won't let you ruin the fun I made for me.
Goodbye then.
Goodbye for real.
© fey (18/04/25)
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 2:33 AM UTC