He was a house built of mirrors and smoke
He rewrote a story every time that he spoke
He gave me the keys then changed every lock
Hiding a hollow forever behind the tick of the clock
He tried to trap my mind by the scars of my mother
To keep me prisoner to the ghost of another
But I reached for a truth that he couldn't erase
And saw that my shadows were just the lines on his face
I’m a ghost in the hallway of a house I didn't build
Trying to find a drop of gold in a cup that’s never filled
I’m the anchor for his ego and the fuel for his charade
Watching my own edges start to flicker and to fade
It’s a heavy, hollow cycle, it’s a long and lonely line
And I’m paying for his freedom with every piece of mine
He was a beautiful sunset that turned into a cage
A perfect performance painted over simmering rage
He wanted in my bed but he wouldn't see my heart
Feeding on my fire til there was nothing left to spark
His eyes were always seeking, wandering around the bend
Treating my love like a currency only to spend
He made me feel crazy for seeing through his game
Then stood in the ruins while I walked through the flame
I’m a lighthouse on a coast he’s already left behind
Just a temporary shelter for a restless, roaming mind
He’s gambling my devotion while he’s looking out to sea
And finding every reason not to turn and look at me
I’m the anchor he’s dragging while he’s reaching for the bend
Just a currency he’s counting while he’s looking for the end
He was a masterpiece on a canvas made of debt
The most beautiful, childish trap I’d ever met
He wore sensitivity like a robe to hide the greed
Demanding a mother’s devotion for a man-child’s need
I spent my health like currency to fuel his hollow crown
Watching him build a kingdom just to let it burn me down
I had to mourn the son I lost to get the woman back
And build a brand new kingdom that was never in his grasp
The roof is made of secrets, the floor is made of debt
I’m the only one who’s bleeding for a man who hasn't sweat
He sees me as a mirror or a fire he can spend
A beautiful performance with a dark and bitter end
There’s no light in the corners, just the echoes of his need
And I’m starving in the garden while I’m sowing every seed
Now you’re standing in my kitchen in the quiet of the night
No mirrors in the corners, just a soft and steady light
You don’t offer me a kingdom or a story to believe
With nothing hidden in your hands or tucked inside your sleeve
We’re just two souls colliding in the middle of the floor
Not looking for a window or a lock upon the door
It’s a terrifying rhythm, it’s a terrifying grace
To see a ghostless future in the lines upon your face
We’re hanging paper lanterns where the mirrors used to crack
Leaving little breadcrumbs so we never wander back
The weight is just a dandelion floating in the breeze
Finding home in the silence and the rustle of the trees
The rhythm’s finally ours, like a secret we can keep
Waking up the spirit while the old ghosts fall asleep
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 11:58 AM UTC
The impact was quiet, a stone in the deep,
But the ripples were ghosts that I couldn't quite keep.
I was a house with no windows, a moon with no tide,
Starving for mirrors while locked up inside.
In the eye of the storm, my world swirling around—
A weightless survivor who couldn't find ground.
I wove a new thread from the gray and the gold,
To wrap up the girl who was left in the cold.
I’m the needle and thread, the cut and the seam,
The one who wakes up inside of the dream.
The signal is steady, the frequency’s clear—
I’ve finally found my own way to be here.
The doors were all locked and the air was so thin,
The world was a blade that was held to my skin.
I was buried alive in a name not my own,
A harvest of thorns in a field never sown.
So I turned to the silence to find what was true,
And learned how to breathe in the weightless and true.
I wove a new thread from the gray and the gold,
To wrap up the girl who was left in the cold.
I’m the needle and thread, the cut and the seam,
The one who wakes up inside of the dream.
The signal is steady, the frequency’s clear—
I’ve finally found my own way to be here.
I sketched out the shadows to give them a name,
Till the girl on the paper stepped out of the frame.
I asked of the "Why?" till the soil became gold,
And birthed a new version of "home" from the cold.
I became my own anchor, my own north star,
The bridge and the water, the moon and the stars.
It’s a weightless surrender, a sweet, hollow ache,
A promise I’ve made that I will not break.
I push to the edge where the gravity dies,
And look at the world through my own open eyes.
I wove a new thread from the gray and the gold,
To wrap up the girl who was left in the cold.
I’m the needle and thread, the cut and the seam,
The one who wakes up inside of the dream.
The signal is steady, the frequency’s clear—
I’ve finally found my own way to be here.
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 8:57 PM UTC
I lie in wait where shadows creep,
And trade the waking world for sleep.
I give the silence room to grow,
To see what only you can know.
I ask you for the grace to be,
The truth that sets the spirit free.
Deep in the center,
I’m finding my home,
Still as the mountain
and wide as the stars where the silent things roam.
I’ve pulled in my anchors,
I’ve let down my hair,
The answer is waiting in unspent air.
My lungs are full of unspent air,
A ghost of motion everywhere.
I’ve ceased the toil of forcing spring,
To hear the song the silence brings.
I’ll sit within this quiet room,
And let the fated flower bloom.
Deep in the center,
I’m finding my home,
Still as the mountain
and wide as the stars where the silent things roam.
I’ve pulled in my anchors,
I’ve let down my hair,
The answer is waiting in unspent air.
I do not chase the rising sun,
The days of frantic work are done.
I am the pull, the silver tide,
With nowhere left for truth to hide.
I’ve cleared the path, I’ve made the room,
To let a softer power bloom.
I ask you for the steady hand,
The rock on which a heart can stand.
Deep in the center,
I’m finding my home,
Still as the mountain
and wide as the stars where the silent things roam.
I’ve pulled in my anchors,
I’ve let down my hair,
The answer is waiting in unspent air.
I rest within the light I keep,
Where only seeds of promise leap.
I give the silence room to grow,
To see what only you can know.
I give you all the space to be,
The version only you can see.
Deep in the center,
I’m finding my home,
Still as the mountain
and wide as the stars where the silent things roam.
I’ve pulled in my anchors,
I’ve let down my hair,
The answer is waiting in unspent air.
I’ve cleared the room,
I’ve stilled the air,
The answer’s already there.
Seeding the light...
Keeping the sight...
Goodnight, my heart.
Goodnight.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 8:29 AM UTC
The clock is stopped, air is cold,
A dark truth left untold.
To offer witness, something dies,
And mends the hurt before our eyes.
We hold the wounds from deepest sleep,
The broken vows we couldn't keep.
We met as shadows in the light,
Two souls that stood through endless nights.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
My pain has lived below the tide,
Where love and nurture were denied.
The single grain of light I kept,
The promise that my young self wept.
But in your eye, I find the sign,
A mirror holding hurts like mine.
You know the desert, cold and dry,
The vital air I’d been deprived.
I ask you for the sunken shard,
The piece of you that you keep barred.
The quiet place where structure broke,
The deepest cut that’s left exposed.
This quiet sharing of our hearts,
Of breath on consecrated ground.
Bringing light to what was dark,
A new and gentle peace is found.
The world sees only common strife,
The simple wound of surface life.
But we exchange the ancient scar,
The final toll of what we are.
When you speak softly of your need,
I feel the root of every deed.
We draw a breath where solace lies,
Two souls unburdened in our eyes.
The deepest soul... the air we bind... The deepest pain... the air we find.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:16 PM UTC
My spirit is a hidden tide,
A lunar flower, hard to find,
My true self waits for a gentle guide,
A worthy heart, a soulful tie.
The world demands a grand display,
My silent rising fades to grey,
My inner garden, tucked away,
A hidden self that longs for day.
Don’t look at what the surface shows
My deepest value only grows
I am a seedling, slow to keep
My strength is gathered in the deep
You choose the flash, the easy start
Ignoring wounds that broke my heart
Just be the stillness of the Moon
And watch my flower start to bloom.
The path I took was fraught with pain,
No shelter given from the rain,
The battles fought, the truth I gain,
My inner wealth, my soul's domain.
They only see the surface dream,
They miss the truth I hold unseen,
My spirit's value, evergreen,
The loyal love I've always been.
Don’t look at what the surface shows
My deepest value only grows
I am a seedling, slow to keep
My strength is gathered in the deep
You choose the flash, the easy start
Ignoring wounds that broke my heart
Just be the stillness of the Moon
And watch my flower start to bloom.
It's not my fault the path was steep,
The fertile ground I couldn't keep.
My spirit's promise, buried deep,
The steadfast vows my heart will reap.
When through your gaze, my truth is found,
The silent soul that was tightly bound,
My genuine self on solid ground,
The self-love I have is now profound
The frozen shell begins to mend,
My inner light will now ascend,
No longer forced to just pretend,
A life of purpose I now defend.
My heart's deep yearning takes its hold.
A story waiting to be told,
More precious than the surface gold,
My heart is bright, revealed and whole.
Just offer darkness, pure and vast,
The love I give is built to last.
I'm not the instant, fading glow,
I am the ocean, soft and slow.
My love is deep... a lasting flow…
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC
I was a whisper in the tower, leaning close to you,
My purpose hinged upon the sky you bade me view.
My love, a moth to wounded lantern in the night,
I held my breath and bent myself to amplify your light.
A quiet bloom, a velvet anchor, planted in the deep,
Believing that the harvest was a solemn oath we'd keep.
But then a sunstone woke inside, a fierce and sudden gleam,
It shattered all the mirrored glass of your accustomed dream.
The compass of my spirit pointed to a different north,
You swiftly drew new borders to impede my journey forth.
You saw the quiet light I held become a blazing star,
And called my rising clarity the cause of every scar.
I leave the shadow, break the seam, I rise above the woven dream
I leave the tongue that made me bleed, I rise to plant a sovereign seed
I leave the page where we were bound, I rise above the heavy ground
I leave the love I couldn't save, I rise from the destructive waves.
You claimed a trust I'd broken with a lock that had no key,
A constant, crushing payment you expected of me.
You forced my spirit back into the clothes I used to wear,
The small, indebted paper doll suspended by a hair.
You fixed an anchor to the shadow of the joy I might have made,
A heavy toll upon the value of the worth I wished to trade.
I leave the shadow, break the seam, I rise above the woven dream
I leave the tongue that made me bleed, I rise to plant a sovereign seed
I leave the page where we were bound, I rise above the heavy ground
I leave the love I couldn't save, I rise from the destructive waves.
The phantom script you clung to simply falls apart,
I claim the vibrant future written on my heart.
May you find the quiet water where your troubled ships may rest,
May true, unburdened healing finally be put to test.
I walk the earth unburdened by the weight you couldn't lift,
My sovereign clarity is now my one enduring gift.
I leave the shadow, break the seam, I rise above the woven dream
I leave the tongue that made me bleed, I rise to plant a sovereign seed
I leave the page where we were bound, I rise above the heavy ground
I leave the love I couldn't save, I rise from the destructive waves.
I shatter the false mirror, I climb the spiral stair,
The weight of old conditions is no longer mine to bear.
My final vow of loyalty is whispered to the wind,
I will not burn my embers where my story should have been.
I am the mountain and the storm, the dawn I longed to see,
And finally, beautifully, I stand strong and free.
I leave the shadow, break the seam, I rise above the woven dream
I leave the tongue that made me bleed, I rise to plant a sovereign seed
I leave the page where we were bound, I rise above the heavy ground
I leave the love I couldn't save, I rise from the destructive waves.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
For a time I let the wind decide,
Which seeds would land and where they'd hide.
A tangled garden, wild and free,
With blossoms grown for company.
I poured my water, bit by bit,
On thirsty roots that didn't fit,
And watched the sunbeams of my days
Bend to another's wilting ways.
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.
My nature is a running stream,
A crystal-clear and giving dream.
But now my banks are fortified,
No longer will my flow be dried
By fields that only drink and take,
To soothe their own unending ache.
My currents turn to greet the light,
To nurture what is true and right.
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.
My soul is not a borrowed cup,
To be filled up and poured right out.
It is a wellspring bubbling up,
With stars and whispers, chasing doubt.
The giving is a sacred grace,
For kindred gardens in their place.
oh I have found the thread of gold,
A map that only I can read.
The old story has grown cold,
I am the sower of my seed.
I'll plant my moonflowers and my ferns,
In soil that tenderly returns.
This garden is for me alone,
The wildest place I've ever known.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC
A hollow echo in my core,
Where vibrant dreams had lived before.
I wandered paths that weren't my own,
A solitary seed, unsown.
The mirror showed a stranger's face,
Lost in a disorienting space.
Each passing day, a muted hue,
My own true compass, out of view.
Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Behind a curtain, soft and deep,
From the truest self displayed,
Secrets my weary spirit keep.
I wore a guise, a borrowed skin,
To navigate the world within.
But whispers rose, a gentle plea,
To shed the false and finally be.
A quiet stirring took its hold,
A buried story to unfold.
I felt the truth begin to rise,
And clarity unveiled my eyes.
Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Down roads that weren't aligned with me,
From the self that brightly played,
Yearning for authenticity.
The walls within begin to mend,
A fragile strength starts to ascend.
No need to hide, no need to feign,
Embracing who I am again.
The wellspring of my soul revives,
Where true desire now survives.
I see my future, clear and bright,
Rediscovered in my own inner light.
Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Where buried truths began to sleep,
From the self that light conveyed,
Oh, the distance I had strayed,
Down roads that weren't aligned with me,
From the self that brightly played,
Yearning for authenticity.
No need to hide, no need to feign,
Embracing who I am again.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC
Through winding paths where shadows used to play,
I walked through hardship, learning on the way.
Each mark a lesson, etched within my soul,
From moments broken, now I'm feeling whole.
And in the dust, a new strength took its hold,
A vibrant story, bravely to unfold.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
The quiet whispers of the road I've seen,
Of heavy burdens, where my spirit's been.
But through the struggles, a truer self grew bright,
From scattered pieces, stepping into light.
The wisdom gained, a comfort understood,
From every challenge, something truly good.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
No longer tied to what has come and gone,
I find my rhythm, greeting a new dawn.
The future calls me, open, clear, and wide,
A field of dreams, with nowhere left to hide.
With open heart, I step into the sun,
Embracing all the good that's now begun.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
So let the music of my journey rise,
A hopeful song beneath these open skies.
Each morning light, a promise I embrace,
A brand new chapter, finding its own space.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
And with each breath, a thankful heart I find,
For all the blessings, leaving doubts behind.
Oh, I am ready for a brighter day,
weaving meaning through each memory,
Oh, I've tread through the darkest times,
and now I stand and forge my way.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
The world keeps turning, a quiet plea,
A soft voice asking, "What will I be?"
From early morning, a gentle, new start,
To evening's quiet, a settling heart.
The flower opens, soft and green,
Then turns to dust, while we are fast asleep.
We rise and fall, like waves in the sea,
A blink of the eye, and no longer seen.
I look for wisdom in the birds that fly,
Making their patterns in the open sky.
Do they remember all the days they've known?
Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.
The winds that pushed them, and the seeds they've sown?
This fragile body, this breath, this steady beat,
A short, sweet dance, with joy and sorrow meet.
Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.
Our laughter echoes, then it fades away,
A silent question, born of every day.
We wish for things that stay the same,
But even beauty fades away.
We chase the quiet, want the river still,
But pages turn against our will.
We search for answers, to see and to know,
While nature whispers as the seasons go.
Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.
This great big plan, this woven tapestry,
Where does it lead, and what does it mean?
The answer isn't in the final days,
But in the years that we lost our way.
Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.
Oh, what life has spun,
Beneath the eye of moon and sun.
And yet, we long to find the key,
To mend what's broken, know what's meant to be.
The answer isn't in the final days,
But in the years that we lost our way.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC