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
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
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
the sky drips purple slow and wide
a river of clouds where secrets hide
the wind hums songs i almost know
through trees that shiver soft and low
the world exhales in golden light
then folds itself into the night
shadows dance on walls of glass
echoes of days that softly pass
i walk alone yet not afraid
among the colors sunlight made
a quiet pulse beneath my chest
reminds me life is still a quest
and though the night may stretch too long
i carry hope i carry song
for even in the fading hue
the world keeps spinning bright and new
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
We were young in the space between
Before the world had a say.
Our names fit side by side
In a way I can’t explain.
They say love should leave a mark,
Something loud, something clear.
But ours was just a feeling
That stayed because it feared.
Time leaned in and listened,
Then gently pulled us apart.
Not enough to break the moment—
Just enough to bruise the heart.
I keep you where almost lives,
Where nothing had to end.
Not a loss, not a promise—
Just more than just a friend.
And sometimes late in the quiet,
When the past feels close and near,
I swear the world still remembers
What we never let appear.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
The room is dark
And so are my eyes
My Purple Heart
Matches the skys
The rain will fall
And the trees will die
I’ll here a call
No one will cry
On one day
The sky will wilt
The clouds will fade
We’ll have to re-build
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
She lives in my hart
No where else
She will come out to play
But with only friends around
She sleeps in darkness
With covers still over her head
She still fears what’s in dark
Because what she read
She remembers what others don’t
She wants to see the world
Even tho it scares her at night
She worry’s too much
About what people think
And she has a friend
Who brings out the best
She names the stars in hopes they love her
She still reads to the man in the moon
Although he is now thin
And she loves the girl inside her
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
She was good at saying she was fine because in the mirror she practiced that line
She was good at faking a smile although it took a while
She was good at being strong even when everything felt wrong
But late at night the mask would fade
tears would fall the price she paid
For every time she said she’s fine
A piece of her broke deep inside
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
was reading late,
The room was quiet.
Rain tapped the window
Like it knew my name.
The pages felt warm,
The words felt kind.
I meant to stop,
But I didn’t mind.
My eyes got heavy,
The lines went slow.
The story blurred,
And I let it go.
I don’t know when
I closed my eyes,
But I didn’t leave
I stayed inside.
If you wake me,
Please be kind.
I’m still resting
In that book of mine.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC