The colours
Explode
Into art
But not 'art'
Because this 'art'
Is illegal
On high-rise buildings
Street signs
And trains
They call it
Disgusting
Corrupt
Against the law
I call it
Expression
Human spirit
Character
It is art
Because it takes
Talent
Perseverance
Effort
And what would art be
Without that
So don't call it disgusting
Call it art.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:00 AM UTC
I am stuck in the sun
And stuck in the rain
I cannot move
My wandering feet
To rest.
I am stuck here
My mouth is open in
A silent scream
And yet I am still
Stuck.
And no one has noticed
Yet.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC
The sun illuminates
My pen
A swirling beautiful thing
With deep blues like the corner of
A dangerous sea
The light fl-ic-k-e-rs
Across the page
Thick, smooth paper
The ink rolls across it
Like a wave rolls
Onto a pure white beach
It dries a matte-black.
The words curl into
Each other
Ugly writing
Pretty words
Ugly outside
Beautiful inside.
Sometimes, I suppose
That is how the world
Was meant to work.
So I fold these words
Into the embrace of
An envelope
And I hope you will look
Through
The barely legible writing
To see the beauty
Concealed beneath,
Because I wrote these words
For you.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
Lonely, not alone
My friends laugh beside me
But something in me is
Sn-a-pp-e-d
Broken into pieces too small
To glue together with
The love that everyone gives
But I
Don't
Feel.
Lonely, not alone
I am surrounded by people,
But almost never feel
Alive.
Only in those brief sparks
Like a candle flicker
Or sand
T
r i
c
k l
i n
g
From a timer that
I cannot see.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
I fill the spaces in between
Not quite enough of anything
Not quite smart enough
Not quite pretty enough
Not popular enough to be 'popular'
I fill in the cracks and dark spaces between
Floating between everything
Friends
Hobbies
Not quite happy
Not quite sad
A cup half full
Or half empty
Not this or that
But sitting on the line
The broken parts of my mind
Fracture
Into the cracks I fill and
I don't belong, because
In a world of whole
I am half.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
All I want is
A
Someone.
Someone to have
To hold
Because everyone has a someone
Everyone
It seems
But me.
I listen, as
Boys ask me questions
Sweet, simple questions
But not for me
No.
For my friends.
Because why would you ever want
Me.
When they are there
Why would you pick me?
I have learned to sit
And smile
A smile that cannot – no matter how hard I try
Reach my eyes.
And I tell those boys their sweet simple answers
Happy for my friends
These friends that are my world
So desperately happy
But somewhere inside me
I wish
That boys came to my friends
Asking about me.
But they won’t.
Tears have found
A deep cut path
Through my face
In nights where no one can hear them drip
Onto the books that are my comfort.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
The weight of the unspoken
It
D r a g s
us
down
Deeper into worlds in our heads
Where we wonder
If our silence
Is our comfort
Or whether it is
Ripping.
Us.
A p a r t.
The heaviness is
Like steel
Pulling our shoulders down
Down.
Into nights where stars sparkle like
diamonds
But tears fall like
r
a
i
n
The screams bubble underneath
a perfect smile
Because if you ripped open
My tired soul
All you would find
Would be words unspoken
Too scared and
Too afraid to say
Leaving me curled and
Wanting no one
Yet everyone
to know that
Sometimes
I don’t know
How to put one foot
In front
Of
The
Other
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:43 PM UTC
Everyone laughs at the story
Of Icarus
‘The foolish boy’ they say
A reckless blip in the myths of Greece
But I think Icarus simply
Wished to live.
Like all of us.
He
Wanted
Escape
Trapped in a tower with his father.
Why was he ‘foolish’?
Those wax wings
Metal glinting in the sun of spring
Was he scared?
Breath snatched from his lungs as
Icarus fell.
Fell.
To.
His.
Doom.
They say he laughed
As he plummeted
Because
In order to fall
You must have once
Known how
To soar.
And to me
Well
You are the sun to my Icarus
I am doomed to fly so close to that fiery heaven
A fool destined
To burn and crash
My life
F l a-sh-ing
Before my eyes
But I smile
And grit. My. Teeth.
Because you may think
I am angry
That you melted my wings
But I enjoyed
Being so close to you
Even for
Those brief moments
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 1:34 PM UTC