What a shame that
Life beats young ones down but
Young ones
Cant beat it back
And then they
Resort to
Violence against
Friends
Family,
And themselves.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 8:09 PM UTC
Late at night, moon high,
I ask, can you call tonight?
Kindred spirits
Conversing life
Everyday,
Can you call tonight?
Strings are tied;
The rope hangs loosely
You feet dangle too;
Your phone lays unused, and yet I ask;
Can you call tonight?
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:25 PM UTC
A blanket of snow
A mouse runs across
The fox stalks forward,
More sure of itself.
The mouse scurries,
The fox chases,
The moon sits idly.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:27 PM UTC
The sound of laughter skims the water
A faint remembrance
A foggy crystal, chipped and sharp.
A strong feeling.
The grass sways;
The masks we wore melted.
A soul meeting its own,
A crystal meeting its match.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
The feathers caught fire as I held them,
I let them go to avoid being burned.
I reached for you instead,
My anchor, my muse,
You don't even know;
But i love you,
With all my heart:
Even unbearably so.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
You stabbed me;
My blood had splattered on your coat.
I apologized;
For the inconvenience
You scoffed;
I thanked you for your effort
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 3:06 PM UTC
I won’t grow wings
For they are already gone
My wings were clipped;
My spark is a blip
My feathers are torn;
My heart was too.
Now all I can do
Is to hold those feathers close.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
Boredom bounces, Excitement yawns;
The days blur by, my vision hazy
Following a string colored red
Chasing it as it unravels
The string gets shorter
Days become longer;
Time is running out.
Towards the end
I slow down,
God,
Is this the end?
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 1:22 PM UTC
I ask you, do not take my hands;
Take my eyes, for they have seen too much.
I beg, do not revoke my speech.
Take my feet instead, so that I may never leave.
Take my mind, but not my heart.
Let me keep my hands, for they make the art.
Grant me my voice, so that I may speak.
And leave my heart, the centerpiece.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 6:11 PM UTC
To write 100 poems
writing thoughts silently
To write even 50
I bleed my heart onto the page
For one to become famous,
I slowly wither away.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 5:57 PM UTC