Is the water black?
Or blue?
Is it barren?
Or is there some life down there?
I find it hard to believe that anyone could be in such a place
So lifeless and void of hope.
But everywhere I see people sinking, so someone must’ve made it there
Isn’t it strange to know
That no matter how far down I think I’ve sunk
There’s always someone lower?
Despite floating at the surface as I speak
I know any time I can plummet straight back through a whirlpool
But what will I do down there?
What is the point?
Sometimes I think I belong down there.
Or at least I should be there so I can understand the people with me.
If misery loves company, at least they won’t be alone.
Even at my own expense.
But if only someone could burst this dam open
And let all the water gush out of here
And light shine deep into the darkest chasms
Removing the film from their eyes
And seeing the sky once more.
I will never be strong enough to save everyone
I will never be strong enough to save anyone
But still I cling to a floating piece of waterlogged wood
Unwilling to swim away to shore and leave everyone in the depths of the ocean
Forgotten.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:59 PM UTC
There’s something magical you can do
Sorting through the wave of thoughts
That are flooding my head with a mix of truth and lies
And you show me what is real
I want so badly to see what you see
To break my storm to the other side
You make everything make sense
The world is far simpler than it seems
And when I choose to believe you
You know just what to say
To help me take my hands off my eyes and I see
There was never a storm here to begin with
Just a beautiful, bright sunrise
There’s something unusual you can do
Hiding the storm inside you
So all I see are sunny skies in your face
Until suddenly in a flash I see your storm
Pouring rain, pounding into my skull
Thunder cracking so loudly it shakes the world
Lightning so bright and white and blinding
It exposes your shame which was hidden
I notice the ferocity of the storm so much more intensely
Because I am seeing your pain
Echoing back at me the same words I’ve heard myself a dozen times
And you stand there, utterly soaked
Rain dripping off your clothes, your hair unrecognizable
You’re drowning in your own sorrow
Ashamed of what you’ve become
So I stand next to you
I know I cannot make this storm go away
But I want to be here with you
I want to be your umbrella
Even if I get struck by lightning a million times
I want to be here with you
I know I won’t make much of a difference
But it doesn’t mean I won’t try
With every fiber of my being
To make you happy again
And if I can’t do that
Then I just want to be with you
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:47 AM UTC
I wish I knew how to please you
Be what you wanted
So I could be none of it
You sicken me
With your callous words
Burning rubber until someone
Takes the hit
Moves out of range
Nasty smell
You make it hell
To disagree
Never hesitate to tell me
Exactly what you think
Yeah, I’m lying awake in bed
Wondering what I’ll ever do
With a million words to say
But never getting started
Cut me off at the first syllable
What’s wrong, what’s wrong
When will I start to shake
Always say what I think
But here are opinions I actually care about
And I choke them down again
At the worst of times
Break it down
Move in stereo
Want to show you what I am
But bravery is overrated
And you have taught me time and again
I am a Pritchett
Not a dreamer
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:42 AM UTC
I feel mine beginning to twist and con
Vert into letters
Simply arranged
Haphazardly placed
In a line I may not recognize
Am I stuck on this metaphor too long?
Or do I hold the key to all disconnects
Safely within the call to my soul
Call me, call me,
Will I answer?
I do not know who I am
But I’m sick of perching on expectation
I’m a lie
And you lied
When you said my name
I am not your expectation
Anymore
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 11:34 AM UTC
I’ve heard a ringing in my ears
The past few days
Around the same time each day
I wonder
If it is alarm bells
Frantically going off
In the fog inside my brain
Because there was no warning
About the rocks at the forefront of my subconscious
No light, no sound, no nothing
And maybe the boats were coming
Carrying supplies to fix my dilapidated lighthouses
But the fog is so deep
And gray and endless
I wonder if it would even make a difference
To fix them
Still I hear ringing
Maybe the boats knew
This was a suicide mission
And they instead brought bombs on board
Intending to hit the rocks
And blow up every one
And blow up my lighthouses too
Blow up everything
And then
My mind would be blank
The waters would be still
The world would be quiet
I think I’d like that
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
Is such a soft word
I savor it in my mouth
Like cream cheese melting
On my tongue
Or small colored marshmallows
Can’t get enough
I go back to my primal form
When I echo the name
Of Miah
As I coo and feel the word in my throat
Waves soft on the water
Voice sweet as honey
Miah, Miah, Miah
I love you
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:20 AM UTC
I was a pretty thing, once
Before you got your claws in me
Suffocating in weeds
I gave you all my blood
You were so desperate
And you drank me up like I was water
And you fed me, brushed my hair
Pushed your drowning lips against mine
And I drank in your love
To try to fill up every hole
You punctured in me
Before I was ****** dry
And full of thorns
That you graciously supplied from your weeds
My skin peeling from my bones
Before you cast me to the ground
For not being enough
I was a pretty thing, once
Done up all nice by my ancestors
Filled full of rules
The should’s, the shouldn’t’s
That every girl needs to be happy
But depression came in the aftermath
Of the vampire I loved
And the things you taught fell flat
Cardboard cutout of the thing you worship
Cardboard
Instructing me on how to respect real flesh and blood
And you found out, didn’t you?
Found out your perfect angel cut off her wings
To satisfy a craving in her bones
No longer above, I promise
Know perfectly well that I’m the opposite of perfection
There’s an answer outside the bunker
Dare to take a look for myself
I might as well be dead already
Is that right?
A poison, a contagion
The zombie infection spread
It’d be a mercy to cut me down now
Before I infect your children
I’m covered in spores
Quarantine me
For not being pure enough
I was a fragile thing once
After the blood congealed
As sickness on my skin
When fire and arrows rose up to call me home
I fled
No longer the good little girl
I pushed myself through the thicket of weeds
Surrounding my house
And though some days I longed
To just let them consume me
I pressed on
Until finding a shallow pool in the ground
Vagabond with tattered clothes and tangled hair
But your touch was only sweeter
Put a poultice on my wounds
Dried the tears I couldn’t stop forming
Sang songs to me to put me to sleep
You set a moist towel on my dry, cracked skin
And you still found me beautiful
Still found me enough
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:19 AM UTC
Here I am, in a crowded room; nobody's looking my way and I wander around, my heart begins to pound, and I can feel myself falling in. So I look away from the edge and I lift my voice up in a pledge! So I'll sing my song and you'll pull me off the ground, so I can rise, so I can rise to You! 'Cause now I'm sitting in the clouds, my troubles so far down, as I sing, sing, sing to You.
So I'm high up in the sky my troubles gone, by and by and I feel so weightless oh my! I don't know why I cared so long, when all I had to do was sing my song, and let my troubles be taken away. 'Cause I know you hold them in Your hand, so great in power oe'er all the land, and I know you'll keep me safe. So I'll look towards You with every day and I'll lift my voice to You in every way. So I'll be singing my song and you'll pull me off the ground, so I can rise, so I can rise, to You! And I'm dancing in the sky! Just for Your eye! Please, please, watch me!
So I'll go up, and I'll go up, and I'll go up, and I'll go up. Just for You to see me, and take away my fears. I know I'll be happy wherever you are near! So I'll go up, and I'll go up, and I'll go up, and I'll go up. So You'll pull me towards your face, and I'll be sittin in your grace. Repeat
During that:
So I'll look toward You with every day, and I'll lift my voice to You in every way! So I'll be singing my song, and You'll pull me off the ground, so I can rise, so I can rise to You!
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:16 AM UTC
A whisper in the wind....a flutter in the still....a rustling in the brush....that's all that exists....at first. But then I begin to hear....something new of the noise...a beat, grows deep, inside...oh it's cal-ling me deep inside. And I know, in this moment, I have to create. Create something special- to make sense of the chaos in my brain. And the beat takes hold, and it won't grow old, 'cause now I'm better than I ever was. Sailing in the song, no I can't go wrong- everything is making sense. To me. And that's the moment, in my life, when the chaos fades away, just for a moment. Everything. It seems. So. Calm, oohh, oh, oh, oh, oh! So take my advice, when you're in the dark! Listen for a spark...and when you've found that part, you can create. 'Cause that's the only thing that matters to me. If I take my pain...you can see...how to be...happy? Take a glean...of hope, of hope...Then my whole life is worthwhile.
So, if you create, you can make your life seem like a magical thing, and all of your problems seem a tiny bit better, and you're a tiny bit stronger, and you can do...anything.
So don't stop creating.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
You wonder...if this is how it has to end. Sunny days. Colored sky. All replaced. By. Gloom. By Doom. And as you stand wiping your tears away, you ask if this is how it has to end. If this is how it has to end...And as I stand there, and just wait, I feel my lungs constrict with hate, and then my tears begin to dissipate, and I begin. To. Forget. Forget. Forget. Forgetting faster than I can breathe...Forgetting rainy days. Gloomy sky. Shuddering through the storm. Oh. My pain lessens as I forget. But deep inside me, I wanna hold on. Keep it in my heart. Keep it in my heart. I wanna keep you in my heart, mind, and soul. I wanna keep you, and my heart will feel so full. I wanna hold you, and never forget the day. The day. You died. Even as the pain rises up, I wanna remember your life...Sunny days, Gloomy sky. I wanna remember you. Always the best. Always remember the way you smiled. Keep it all in me. Keep it in my heart. Keep it all so inside me! Wanna remember every part of you. And how I'll always love you! No matter what the pain, I wanna remember you...Wanna always remember you. Even in the dark! Even in the hardest parts. I wanna keep, yeah, I wanna keep you in my...heart. Sunny days. Colored sky. Try to remember, how it used to be. And keep it all inside me...keep you...in my...heart.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 3:13 AM UTC