As I strum,
I strum away the pain
of your memories
I strum away the heartache
of your words
I strum away the fake
in your eyes
just like you would strum away the numb
of my voice in your ears
you would strum away the sounds
of my strumming.
But now I strum for the breath
of someone else
I strum for the praise
of the One who saved me
I strum for the grace
of a Savior
and he strums alongside me
easing the hurt
with His heart.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 11:20 AM UTC
I want you to take me home,
my love is your own.
I want you to hold
Me in the arms
Of my maker.
I wanna see
My savior, my everything,
Stare into your eyes,
For all of eternity.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
The crowds around me are consuming
arms of voices booming
echoes everywhere enveloping the silence
Overstimulation rises in my blood pressure
This storm distracts me from my task
but what task
The bread in my hand reminds me
of what Mom asked
Get your head in the game Maya!
That constant voice rings again inside my head
I remember where I am what I’m doing
it’s not a storm
only a store
Mom tasked me with putting the bread away
It’s the wrong brand
Get your head in the game Maya!
Again at school with a test in a quiet room
pencil pressed to paper
The voice in my motor brain grows louder
booming with words
I know what I’m doing
I know this pencil should move
should write
should turn the mess of words in front of me
into sentences
But I can’t
my brain won’t send the message
to my hand
Just write! Move! Focus!
Don’t look around the room!
But I do
And once I look it’s all-consuming
the posters on the walls
the other kids
who somehow take the test perfectly
Get your head in the game Maya!
When I tell my friends
I didn’t finish
they ask
Why Maya it’s so easy
I want to scream that I know
I know how easy it is
I know I can do it
I know I’m smarter than this
So why can’t I show it?
They laugh
and they point
I wish I were older,
but it doesn’t help;
age doesn’t matter.
I learn there is more to me than this,
and I must live with that truth.
So instead of racing and rushing,
I learn to cope.
I learn to work with myself.
I learn to love myself.
And soon, others will too.
No more get your head in the game.
No more thinking I’m crazy.
You’re doing great, Maya.
It’s just ADHD.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:07 PM UTC
a wilting flower
that once stood upon
a high hill on a
tall branch
a wilting flower
that once was
so beautiful to the
eye barely anyone could
stand it
sister of medusa
cousin of the sun
they call her.
a wilting flower
fly's against the wind
rooted into the ground
a wilting flower
that once was
so gorgeous
and so inlove
smiling up at
the trees
blushing at their remarks.
a wilting flower
all one with no one to hold
no forestry
no trees anymore
no breeze
no sun.
just
a wilting flower.
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 11:53 AM UTC
He picks up my sword
Once I have fallen.
The world will push me down,
And I will feel scared, unworthy,
Not in the ability to be seen again.
Then,
He will pick up my sword from out of my fingers,
And the weighted chains off my shoulders.
He will wear it all
As He fights my battle.
In one slash of this sword, He defeats all.
My pain once too heavy,
Now as light as a feather laid on His altar.
My sins forgiven,
Because he has picked up this sword off
My ****** hands,
Pried from my finger,
Once too shamed to bear such a love as this.
Now, I lay on this battlefield,
Seeing how
Greatly I have given up,
And how far I’ve run from Him.
Back again, into my war.
He picks up this sword,
And this time I let him,
Not fighting with the pain of my hands
Drenched in blood
Not others but my own.
He holds this sword, my chains on His back,
He reaches out for my hand,
And takes it in His.
He holds my ****** hands,
Drenched with sins,
As he walks me back into my war,
I look down,
And my hands are clean,
Once red now white.
And I watch as we
Win my fight.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
I blow out the candles on my birthday
it was a dream come true
for only a second
as I close my eyes and pretend
life is just a bit
I made a wish
it was all a big play
with a happily ever after
I made a wish on my birthday.
The next year I did the same
with yet the same wish
the wish to live
to live a full life
no more games
no more fake
or heartbreak
but of course again
it only lasted a second
I made a wish on my birthday.
Once again
the same old wish
on the same old date
I made a wish on my birthday
I close my eyes
again
and enjoy those last moments of
pretend
I made a wish
but wishes always stay wishes,
i made a wish on my birthday.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 11:18 PM UTC
i wish i didnt hate
myself for loving a snake,
but i do.
i regret ever saying
"i love you"
(knowing its true)
and boosting his ego
even though it deserved
to be bruised.
Lessons learned:
monsters will always be monsters
no matter how much
they once
looked like angels and bit
like serpent.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 9:38 PM UTC
im breathing involuntary air,
That is acarbon chemical.
im never truly taking a breath
because i know when i do
that i will breathe in all the
grief and heartache
and pain.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
you are a window,
i cant touch you
but i can look.
i have the view
but i dont have you.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
She looked into his eyes,
His eyes that she looks at all the time.
Only this day in 3rd period on this booth,
It was as he laid his head resting on her leg.
She saw him, looking into those dilating pupils,
And what she saw was love
Compassion
Peace
Warmth
And a sense of calm vulnerability.
She studies him all the time
Its quite a hobby at this point
The way she stares always at the craziest times
And him asking can i help you,
He could, he can.
But we dont get into that right now,
Right now we talk about how this was different.
This relationship
This love
This moment in the booth of that cafetaria room.
She stared as he rested his eyes,
She noticed how delicately his each individual
Lashes were placed by God,
How their breaths were in sink
And not even on purpose,
His jaw clicking repeatedly as he clenched his back molars,
His hand gently secured on her flesh,
When his eyes stared back at hers like nothing else
Mattered right there in that moment right there on that booth
Nothing else.
How he is different, and i dont mean
From ‘the rest of them’,
I mean
Nobody else understands what she sees
Except for her, except for them
And no matter if her friends bash on her for the decisions
She will forever love that bond that others dont get. That
Is how he is different.
And that
Is what she saw.
Now she only needs help with one thing,
And that is to not lose this.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 9:30 PM UTC