A pittering at my window invites play.
It teases, for I am captive.
What it knows not is that I am more free than I am ever before and ever after.
Every drop a hair raising shock to my skin
Yet untouched,
The pittering continues, ever persistent.
Silence and solitude a faraway thought.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:04 AM UTC
So very proud of the you I have made
Bundled up sweetly in your nest
A strong child needs no aid
Till nightfall, lost and forgotten in play
Another day cannot come before rest
So very proud of the you I have made
For me a warmth that does not fade
For you, it is for the best
A strong child needs no aid
The sun, carry over it's warmth as it may
Until then, another blanket I suggest
So very proud of the you I have made
Nothing I can do, I'm afraid
legs curled up to your chest
A strong child needs no aid
Through winter's night you'll have laid
A tumultuous state of unrest
So very proud of the you that I made
A strong child needs no aid
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 5:44 PM UTC
Remember when I told you I wanted to marry someone just like you?
How young and naive I was then
You were my idol and someone whom I trusted so deeply
Everything that was cruel and unkind stared me straight in the eyes but still I couldn't see it
I was blinded by trust and the hope that the person I loved would be there tomorrow even if he wasn't here today
I adopted your philosophies and your interests in a desperate attempt to be seen and favored
Your word and your opinion had all the power in the world to shape who I was and how I would think
But I'm not your favorite anymore, am I?
No one is
I'm no longer useful now that I have gained the ability to think for myself
My interests were never something you cared about as long as they didn't benefit you
The only thing that matters to you is drowning your shame until the person I love is unrecognizable
Marry someone like you?
I don't even want to be like you.
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Running around the still night
I can barely believe it’s true
Nothing could feel more right
Than being here with you
I can barely believe it’s true
Nothing seemed more impossible
Than being here with you
It’s nothing short of phenomenal
Nothing seemed more impossible
Being in such close proximity
It’s nothing short of phenomenal
Surely this is serendipity
Being in such close proximity
Nothing could feel more right
Surely this is serendipity
Running around the still night
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
I want to tell him
But he only makes me feel like the bad guy
When I bring it up
I'm scared to tell him my feelings
But I need to
Do I even have the right?
I know that I'm right
Only I can tell him
I want to say it too
Because I'm the only one who hasn't, this guy
I don't care if I hurt our relationship, because my feelings,
they're important too. I should just hurry up.
I don't want this to blow up
My feelings are so much easier to write
I wonder if he even cares about my feelings
When I cry, I can't even be comforted by him
Because he's the reason I cry, this guy
I wonder if he cries too.
Just when I think I'm at my last straw, I find two
When he's drunk I can tell him to shut up
I can be rude or honest with the guy
But that's only because he always forgets, right?
I love him
That's why I don't want to hurt his feelings.
He's hurt everyone's feelings
I wonder when he comes to
If he realizes that it's not just him
That he's hurting and messing up
I wonder if he cares what is right
I wonder if he sees that he's no longer my hero, but the bad guy.
I don't want to hurt my relationship with this guy
But he hurt it first by disregarding my feelings
"So sorry" "So sorry" "So sorry" like that's ******* right
I want to hurry up and grow up so I can leave too
Even after all this I still crave his approval and it's ****** up
Maybe I can be more honest when I'm not depending on him.
I really wish I could tell him
I'm too much of a coward to speak up
I'm too afraid that he won't listen like I want him to.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:28 PM UTC
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to bathe. She would clean herself numerous times a day. When asked why she was so obsessed with being clean, she would simply answer "because it makes me feel light." The girl would often climb on to her roof and feel the wind tug at her and lure her towards the edge, but she was never afraid of falling. The girl loved the wind... No, she envied it. Every scent the wind brought with it entertained her curious mind, as did every cool breeze and gentle gust. The wind is free to travel wherever it pleased, it could not be touched yet it could touch whatever it wished to. Such a romantic life the wind leads. Whenever the girl felt light, she felt as though she was closer to being taken by the wind, swept away to anywhere and nowhere. But as time went on the girl fell ill, and gradually felt a heaviness that no amount of bathing could wash away until she was weighed down, confined to her bed. The girl knew she had little time left on the earth, and spent her days listening for the wind until one night she felt as though it beckoned to her. With every ounce of strength the girl had left, she hauled her frail body out on to the roof and once again felt the weight lifting magic of her wind. It pulled her towards the edge but the girl no longer resisted, she had neither the strength nor the will. As the girl's feet lost their ground, she broke into a million ribbon like pieces that floated away and disappeared into the wind, leaving only a limp, lifeless body on the ground below.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
Growing up can mean that the things you love are still there,
but one day that love dies for no particular reason at all.
Your favorite foods no longer taste good,
despite tasting the same.
A hug is no longer warm,
but rather unfulfilling.
Rides are not thrilling,
and love stories,
no longer chilling.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
When it rains it pours
When she cries she weeps
My whole world's caving in
'Cause she can't get to sleep
My darling, why didn't you listen
Why did you stay with him
Even though I love you way more
But now he's been replaced
By the drugs locked in your safe
You can't stand to see his face
Anymore
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
I do not wipe away my tears
fearing what I will see when my vision clears
Whether they're warm or cold
I won't deny the meaning they hold
As the rock I feel I can't reveal that I too am weak
So I find comfort in the little hugs on my cheeks
In times when I choke my cries and hide my frowns
My tears are always around
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC