As a frog—
or so I claim—
I hopped toward ponds
that spoke my name.
I sought the frogs
who laughed and played,
but when I smiled,
their joy would fade.
For when I flashed
my toothy grin,
the frogs all jumped—
they pulled me in…
then pushed me out,
then barred the way:
“You are not a frog.
You cannot stay.”
“You’re no such frog,
can you not see?”
“I am a frog—
it must be me!”
“Your voice is sharp,
your shadow long.”
“I am a frog.
What have I done wrong?”
“Can you not see
you’re far too tall?
Too rough, too wild,
too wrong for all.
Too hairy, heavy,
beast and big—
You look much more
like wolf than twig.”
But I replied,
with trembling call:
“Can you not see?
I’m frog, not all.
I’m small, I’m slick,
I’m soft, I’m green—
The truest frog
you’ve ever seen.”
They turned away.
The pond grew still.
And I stood there—
a frog by will,
a wolf by sight,
alone between
the self I felt
and what they’d seen.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:27 PM UTC
Pick me.
Pick me up into your hands, hold me in your ****** palms.
For I am a tarnished flower, the bonemeal of my cadaver.
Why won't they ask me, they see it don't they, my descent into hell.
Yes I wan't you to care, I need you to ask, shameless ***** of your attention, it's my prize.
And when I bear my naked body into your light, I am branded by your eyes. Nameless words with no end in sight. Tell me you see that my mangled heart isn't quite right.
I am no ***** I am no worm, I am no groveling dog licking the crumbs that lead up to your bed.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC
Before I was this
Man I was something
Else and that senile
Buffoon in command
Corrupted on good
Intentions ignores
The fact I told Him
I cannot,
Will not,
Change.
In that prophecy
I said you don't
Let me in here,
I don't want redemption
But I will take it
So that my contradiction
Negates your so called
Truth.
If there is a way
I will ****
God and every
Other divine thing
That is corrupt.
I will be good
I am good,
So that I get back
To Heaven,
And He is in
My reach.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
Tell me what you think, I need to know, I want to know.
I am just curious, I am just afraid, because why would any man dare to care?
But I need it, its killing me slowly, because my words dont sing and my voice can't reach you.
Because I gut my heart and I bare it on a silver platter, and I flop like a fish in dried-up waters.
I bleed you paint, I cry you oil, I dance for you on my splintered feet.
So when I make you smile, when I make you cry, I breathe, for I am a slave for your emotion, for my lungs run stagnant when I don't move you.
So go on, cry now, laugh now, belittle me now, but dont let me die now.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:41 PM UTC
I am a dog.
My rotten gums, unsheath my blade. For they have tried to file them flat. I eat on your scraps and I breed on your recluse.
I am what you despise the most, the sin, the unholy, the subject of your confession. "I have sinned father, I have practiced and done evil"
And I pull my snout to a broken grin, because you will do it again, and again and again and again. And the same way you will be back here, I will love you too.
Because we all kick down our mangy mutts, and still all we dogs come back home.
You are my black dog, learn to love me too.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC
I have this feeling.
This worming feeling, that I can't ever seem to describe.
It was there when I realized that my mother would die, it was there when the rollercoaster reached the top of the ride, it was there when I told her that this was goodbye.
And it wants to destroy me, It wants me to become a splatter in the wall, a beautiful painting of a corpse destroyed beyond recognition.
But I want it too, god it feels so good, its so good.
I'ts the good grade after failing the class. the good morning after your grandfather's death. When you find a coin on the ground after your boss fired you.
You need me, whatever you are. But I need you more, because if I am Icarus then you are the fire-hungry wings.
And what it and I can both see, is that we are flying towards the sun, towards suicide, towards falling out of reality. And I beg of you feeling of mine.
Will the painting of my death be beautiful enough to be worth it?
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am.
Nothing, everything, crying, creating.
You're my smitten heart like a blood splatter, hug the tree a thousand miles per hour.
I cry everynight for stars so so so far, god why cant you hear me, you make it all, you undo it all. Undo me and show me how, show me how to do what you were made to do.
Colors, shapes, voices, feelings, moaning and laughing and grunting and crying I need it all at once, force it down my throat.
Every single being with a mind will feel my words, pierce the veil between understanding and confusion. My intent is true to the universe.
Write the story, fly into the sun, Dream the world, explode into confetti and yearn for your lover. You're god, I am god, I am me and you are god.
So please dont forget me after my fit is over, brand me into your personality and pass me down to your children, set it down into the history and make life course me through their blood. I am a feeling that is not mine, endless endless endless I cannot describe you.
No story, No painting, No drawing will ever reach you, journey through life where the end is more life. I ******* hate you, you never seem to hold me no matter how much I love you.
Yet you want me, you chase me, you punish me you charm me you undo me. I want to be completely and utterly destroyed by you.
WHY? why death, why undoing, because pain is what touches me the most, pain I feel so unbearably strong above all else, because there is no pain. Menthol tasting walls and white grey and red spaces you need to be shattered for all our sakes.
I am wrong in my ways but please dont let me forget, dont you ever forget, remember, hold on, its fleeting, its leaving you, its always running, feel it and dont let it go, dont sleep, dont cry, dont even smile, feel it, let it feel you, write it down, cry it now.
Dont let this thought die, hold on to it and tattoo it on your skin, you're a martyr and this is your fire, your flagellation your sweet sweet heaven, my blooming flower born from fireworks and half-assed birthday parties.
And when you dream of being an artist, when you drink alone in an empty room, when you hold the pen, the brush the marker and you realise it still evades you, rage. Rage against the walls of your mind and climb over the wall.
Because when I die old, I still will have surmounted to nothing, and it will still evade you, life will run from you and yet you chase it. you're gone now.
Hold me there, cradle me please, for I have been running towards life all of this time, and I live on in your mind, I am your soldier, your disgusting soldier, I eat your enemies like the maw of an encroaching worm. I sharpen my skull against the walls of my cage and I bleed them dry, I take their ideas and I make them mine, and you feed off of me, you drink me in too.
Because this is all this is, our frantic **** of taking each other in, of your beautiful mind and my howling thoughts merging and cracking and shattering into fine dust. Because you will leave me shriveled and used and forgotten after this brief moment.
But I did it, and you'd never even know, I made it now and I reached the endless blue. Because I die here but I live on in you, I change your mind, I see through your eyes, I couldnt be happier, for I am god in a world of men.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC