In my heart
there is a stone.
It keeps my throat
from speaking.
Until a breath is drawn
and sinks beneath.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:18 PM UTC
My shadow follows me, she lights a silhouette behind me.
When I reach for her, I grasp nothing.
She is with me when I am on my way, and in the morning when I brew my coffee.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
I was there, in a place where my mind betrayed me.
A hollow space, full of grey.
A place forgotten by you.
I called for you, I sang your name.
And if I call again, it’s okay.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
My soul lives in the flesh that binds me.
It sings songs of peace and longs for a home in eternity.
My body, a home for my soul stays protected under wings of gold.
A warm embrace awaits in a place where my soul will stay.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 10:14 PM UTC
You told me you loved me as my arms held your head.
“You love me?” I said.
Your eyes wide, I felt your cry. I didn’t show you mine.
When your pupils shrink and your eyes are bleak staring back at me.
“Will you love me then?”
When you no longer gleam.
Afraid that I will not know until the final blow.
Fearing the sharpness of your teeth, but I see the soft smile you give me.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
“She’s dead”
“No, she isn’t”
”She is gone”
“She can’t be”
“Can’t you see?”
“No, I saw her. Last night, in a dream.
Her face was glowing, she spoke to me. And I saw her too, but she was angry, I can’t help but wonder if she is free.”
——<3——-
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:46 AM UTC
Listen to what the world tells you, what surrounds you in your life.
What do you hear?
What do you see?
There’s always something that guides you.
listen closely and intently, and don’t take everything so seriously.
Be free from fear, the light is here.
For those who have ears must listen, and those who have eyes must see.
Your body is like an instrument attuned to the effects of the world, your soul a chamber for the heart, your mind a guiding map.
Listen to your map it guides your path.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
I wish I could open a door
that would take me back
to different times in my life.
I wonder how many
forgotten versions of myself
I would see.
To be back in a place,
appreciating it differently—
maybe seeing more clearly,
and letting go of present worries.
I think I would tell myself
“everything is okay, just breathe.”
Although I wonder
how many doors there would be,
and all of the forgotten memories
hidden away—
that even I can’t see.
I would hold on tightly
to fond memories,
and intently analyze
the ones that shaped me.
If I could open a door
that would take me back to myself,
I would take in each moment
more intentionally,
appreciating the beauty
around me.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 10:37 PM UTC
It doesn’t go away.
It’s always here,
Lingering about.
Formed to my skin.
Latched to my heart.
Apart of me, it always will be.
Even when I thought I’ve won.
Grief.
Creeps up on me.
Once again,
Proving me wrong.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC
Heavy hearts, filled with stone.
Heavy hearts, broken in bone.
Heavy hearts shattered, uneasy.
Will it ever be easy.
Fear, a burden I carry.
To be this broken is scary.
From the depths of my sorrow,
will I see tomorrow.
Heavy hearts, filled with stone
To be unbecoming is a dream, hidden away in safety.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC