She sat against
the quiet wall,
where shady light
was soft and small,
a rustle of
a fading dream...
She whispered to
the silver gleam:
— Who are you?
And the shadow slid,
like early spring,
and quickly hid.
— Who are you?
— You.
— And what of me?
— You’re me.
— Am I alone tonight?
— You’re not.
— But I...
— Afraid to be?
— A bit.
— I’m here.
— Then hold me tight.
And in the dark
where long nights sway,
the shadow trembled,
faint and gray.
They blurred together,
soft as rain,
one into self,
one out of pain.
The evening, blue
as notebook ink,
stood guard inside
the quiet night,
and didn’t dare
to bring the light.
— What if I turn
to light? — she said.
— I’ll be the silence
in your head.
— What if I turn
to wind or night?
— I’ll be your echo,
out of sight.
Between them lay
a breath, a spark,
a hollow space
within the dark.
No shadow there,
no self to see,
just someone breathing,
wild and free.
A whisper through
the quiet land:
"I am."
4d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
a lonely mother
shops at the Tesco down the road
she holds two cold babies
nothing in the shopping trolley
they hold their shaking hands out
"please?"
I am ashamed
I have no money
I beg for their forgiveness
"I am truly sorry"
they look at their feet
all they wanted was some food
a starving dog
that doesn't resemble a dog anymore
wanders past me
life is etched into his grey fur
his blind eyes, his hurt paws
you can see his ribs
they stick out like a thorn
I pet his head
his tail wags
"I am truly sorry"
he wanders off
and dies down a dark alleyway
he only wanted a good nap
a boy
no older than me
stands on the bridge
looking at the train tracks beneath him
"Stop!"
he looks up
you can see his hollowness
his gloominess
his eyes are dark
he has no more life
"I am truly sorry!"
I cry as he cries
He takes a breath
He has soft hands
and jumps
the ambulance too late
he only wanted a good life
a young girl
stares at me as I walk through the park
tired tears stain her satin skin
bruises along her arm
hunger clawing at her charm
she doesn't smile, she doesn't speak
but I know what she says
I rush over
I try to help
But her father hits me back
"I am truly sorry"
I shout to her
I beg the police
to fight back
but its no use
there's too many like her
all she wanted was true love
a man who lost his mother
cries outside the hospital
where she lays cold in her bed
after 5 years of fighting cancer
his grief pours onto the pavement
and I must console him
or I will be unhappy
"I am truly sorry"
I hold him
this stranger
whose emotion clings to me
he wails into my shoulder
I clutch him tight
I cry
all he wanted was his mother
A family
no home
no money
they have different skin
than to the landlord
who charged them three times as much as his other tenants
they beg him at his door
he turns them away
They weep
I see
The injustice,
I shout at the landlord
he turns me away and threatens to tattle
I turn to the hungry family
"I am truly sorry"
All they wanted was a warm home
a child sits on the curb
they seem to be lost
they are crying
I bend down to them
a kind face
"are you ok?"
they frown and wail
they shiver and pale
my face falls
I ask about their mom
and I ask do you know where they are?
and they shake their head left to right
a hard no
"I am truly sorry"
I help them
But they don't find their parents
Abandoned on the street
Who could do such a thing?
All they wanted was a loving parent
At night
you're heart aches
thinking about the sorry's you've made
do they console?
do they help?
the hunger
the death
the empathy courses through your depths
you are moved
you are kept
you are the friend
to the dead
7d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:17 AM UTC
I saw up high
A flock of birds
With might and grace
They flew,
In strokes of white,
The setting sun
Was soon a
moondrop's dew.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 2:23 PM UTC
I am the question no one wants to hear,
Raised voices and racing thoughts, always near,
A trembling flame behind too bright eyes
I laugh, I ache, I overflow, I apologize.
I am the diary page that tears at midnight,
Ink smudged by saltwater, words that fight
To be spoken but always seem too raw,
Too sharp, too honest, too much of a flaw.
I am the echo in an empty hallway,
Craving to belong, shrinking anyway,
My heart is a thunderclap, breaking the hush
Too intense, too loud, too quick to blush.
They say, “Be softer. Be less. Be small.”
But I am the storm, answering the call
Of every feeling I’m told to hide
Too much hope, too much hurt, too much pride.
So I gather my too muchness, piece by piece,
Learning, each day, I am not a disease.
I am the wild bloom, the sun after rain
Too much for some, but enough for my pain.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
My bones
Breaking under my skin
My skin
Stretching too thin
My muscles
Bunching
Pulling
Stretching
Wearing out
I am without
Any reason
To explain my body's weakness
Sitting here with my...
My bones
Breaking under my skin
My skin
Stretching too thin
My muscles
Bunching
Pulling
Stretching
Wearing out
Tell me doctor who says I'm fine
Why do I hurt all the time
Tell me doctor who says I'm fine
What's wrong with this body of mine
Why are...
My bones
Breaking under my skin
My skin
Stretching too thin
My muscles
Bunching
Pulling
Stretching
Wearing out
And now my breath grows thin
I could blow away in a gust of wind
With my
Bones breaking
Skin stretching
Muscles wearing out
Vision blurring
Hearing faling
Circulation falling
Heart racing
Falling apart
Its all in my head
Its all in my heart
That's what they say
As my blood runs cold
As my bones start to fold
As my life falls to an end
As it all starts again
My bones
Breaking under my skin
My skin
Stretching too thin
My muscles
Bunching
Pulling
Stretching
Wearing out
And I'm still
Without reason
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 7:44 PM UTC
Put the tape over your mouth as the shots are fired
Put the tape over your mouth as the children cry
Put the tape over your mouth as they get beat in the street
Keep the tape over your mouth while the government lies
Put the tape over your mouth as they beg for food
Walk taped and silent as the day moves on
Put the tape over your mouth while the children do drugs
Stay taped and trapped as they overdose at dawn
Keep the tape over your mouth while their rights are restricted
Put the tape over your mouth as the kids fight for death
Put the tape over your mouth while they end their lives
Set it right there as they hold their breath
Don't use your voice when they beg for help
Ignore the problems while they're pulled under the surface
Set the tape over your mouth when you find them broke
Stay taped and silent while they beg for some purpose
Put the tape over your mouth as you read these words
Keep the tape over your mouth like this revolution came too soon
Set the tape over your mouth as the world implodes
This disgusting tape is why ignorance turns to doom
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
Sorry,
I didn't mean to let you down,
Didn't mean to steal your crown.
You are better,
You make everyone know,
That if you don't like them,
You will force them to go.
You are better,
You make yourself known,
You want the world,
Not just the throne.
Sorry,
I didn't mean to let you down,
But someone needed
To take that crown
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
You feel safe in the clear cut lines
Safe within your own confines
I say ***** your walls and categories
They're made of toothpicks and scary stories
Weak and fragile and able to burn
Fire leaves behind ash and something to learn
I am expansive, seeing through your limitations
Building your life along their implications
They're self-selected and system imposed
I can understand that it's all you've known
But you choose to stay tied to their ideas
Finding safety in avoiding all of your fears
They call people of color and trans kids the culprit
From within the cage that is your pulpit
You find danger in difference and seek to destroy
Instead of exploring the vastness of human joy
So afraid of the loss of your god's only love
You seek answers from those you consider above
You ask your priest how to tell your son one day
About the fact that your mom is in love and gay
So when your kids question gender as they get older
Will you tell them that I simply have a disorder?
No, first you'll have a meeting and ask the church
Before considering your heart as somewhere to search
And they'll tell you I'm ****** and our mom is as well
But you're the one trapped within your own living hell
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:30 PM UTC
Suicide's an expression until it happens to you
Depression's an emotion till you see what it can do
Sexism's just a joke until it hits you at full force
And homophobia's merely a religious man who read the wrong source
How long do we believe this until we change the way we think
How long do we train the generations to judge before they blink
Why do we laugh as another person falls
Cackling as their world crumbles and filming as they bawl
Why can't we smile then just walk away
No, we complain to our friends the very next day
Tooned into the gossip, well-crafting our lies
As the victim behind you watches with teary eyes
We make days meaningful to show that we care
When a real issue emerges, genuine reactions are rare
Read it on the media, a terrorism attack
The world will just crumble and we can't ever fight back
Because we've trained ourselves to hate, trained to lie
Spotting out monsters with disgust in our eyes
Searching for answers that explain our disgrace
Because we know that we're wrong but won't fix our shape
It's not a belief, it's just discrimination
A plague that has spread throughout our nation
It's a virus just so deadly, a poison old as time
And we drank the bottle naively, corrupting our children's lives
We say transphobia is God's will, no, that ******** is hate
Say the world made you this way, no, it's your decision to make
You read and feel empowered, you say that you'll change
But if you truly believe that then you're just deranged
A girl gets ***** and you call her a *****
Treating ****** assault as nothing more than a chore
As children get beat, and the adults raise their voice
We turn up the TV to block out the noise
We judge based on color, by ethnicity, by age
Like even after hundreds of years we can't seem to change
Spew hate speech online, treat pain as a joke
You'll never know the consequence till your begging and broke
So move on with your problems like it's just another day
Pass on your responsibility like there's no price to pay
But don't you ever think, that this is your fault too?
The minute you spot the truth, what will you do?
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:26 PM UTC