I always forgive, but I never forget
I’m a forgiving person so if I ignore you, just know you’ve hurt me,
The words I’ve etched in stone
I wish I could float like Lilly pads on my grandma’s pond,
Never worrying, soaking up the sun
Never caring, wondering if it’s the wrong thing to forgive,
The words I’ve etched in stone,
I wait for your return, not a loved one, nor someone at all,
I mean the beautiful butterflies I see each season floating with the wind,
The words I’ve asked in Stone,
I wonder what it’s like to be a pet at home, always sleeping getting love from family though I have love this is something I wonder
The words I’ve etched in stone
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
If the moon could talk to me-
What would she say?
Would she whisper me secrets
She keeps from the day?
Maybe she’d love me
Maybe she would tell me to dream
Too keep me from falling
To absourb a scream
Maybe she’d be distant
Like a cold winter in spring
Maybe she’d stay
And spread her wings
Maybe I’ll never meet her
And it’s all a fake
For all in all there’s no night
Just the absence of day.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
We sit close
but never close enough
to make it obvious.
We talk about homework,
about anything safe,
while the words we mean
wait quietly between us.
In the hallways,
crowded and loud,
your eyes still find mine.
Just a second
too long to be nothing,
too short to mean everything.
We don’t stop.
We don’t speak.
We just pass each other
like almost
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 8:04 AM UTC
Finally
I always was —
even when I couldn’t see.
But now I’m sure
of who I’m meant to be.
I learned to let go
of who they wanted me to be,
and now I stand
completely free.
Forever.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:26 PM UTC
Too young too be old too old to be young
Too happy too be sad too sad too be happy
Too ugly too be pretty too pretty too be ugly
Too dumb too be smart too smart too be dumb
Too loud to be quiet to quiet too be loud
So where do we lie,
The ones who don’t fit into society
The ones who are to different to be normal
We lie nowhere do we?
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
I hate the sunset tonight it’s to perfect
To wonderful for my eyes why am allowed to see something so beautiful,
When I’m here too, quite the opposite of the sunset and why do nobody talk about the moon and how beautiful it shines the lake at night,
I hate the sunset tonight no matter how much I try to love it. It just shows all my imperfections because no matter what I try no matter what I do I can never be as perfect as the sunset tonight
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
A shadow ow paint on the canvas made form the echoes of time,
A illuminating sound of the clock ticking
Soft foot’s steps trail through your home
Feeling the waves of happiness and,
Sadness a spill of feeling left to dry on the clothes line,
The times we lost the the echoes of loneliness,
Though the quiet minutes left you alone to thing the thoughts of wonder so lightly
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 7:23 AM UTC
to the ones who pause and read my lines
who leave their hearts between the signs
who tap a like who write a word
you matter more than youve ever heard
i write because i know the ache
of smiling wide while you quietly break
of feeling like youre the only one
fighting battles never won
if my poems feel like they understand
its because ive stood where you now stand
i know the nights that stretch too long
the silent tears the staying strong
the point was never fame or views
its reaching hearts like me and you
its whispering softly through each line
you are not alone this time
i wish someone had told me too
when the weight felt bigger than what i could do
that struggling doesnt make you weak
that healing doesnt make you meek
so if youre here and you relate
if something in these words feels safe
hold this truth before you move
you are seen you are loved
and even when the world feels rough
when breathing feels a little tough
remember this before you go
jesus loves you more than you know
thank you for staying thank you for care
for meeting my heart and finding yours there
maybe were strangers maybe were not
different stories but the same fought
if one small poem helps someone feel
a little less alone a little more real
then every word was worth the try
from my heart to yours thank you
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:44 PM UTC
When I say it out loud, it’s so small—
like a puddle
or a glass of water.
I could drink it,
and it would go away.
When I cry it, it’s even smaller—
like a shot glass,
or a few drops of rain.
But in my mind,
it’s an ocean.
A pool I can’t climb out of.
I can’t hide from it there.
It’s a storm so loud
I try to plug my ears—
but it won’t go away.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
I was merely a wanderer, wandering aimlessly.
How would I have known
that my destiny was written somewhere else?
How would I have known
I was never meant to be yours?
You had a single line for me,
where I kept half of the pages of my life
empty for you,
to write the verses of your poem.
I knew you wanted the sky,
I feared I was only gravity.
But I also knew I could have learned
to fly beside you
if only you had looked back once.
After you, I realized,
perhaps someone else is dedicating half of their book to me
when I only spared them a single verse in mine.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:48 AM UTC