The expression of
your skin against
mine.
The energy of
anger when you got
too close to reading
between the lines.
The extravagance
of grief that shot
me in the chest
that's,
every ounce of
my being
lovingly in a box
flush and beautiful
inside alone,
without the key
that I burned and
cheaply made,
to ever allow
its light stained
appearance to
only be seen.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:32 AM UTC
My mother
who used to hold me closer
closer than an arrow
grazing a doe
seeing as death flashed before its eye
just to blink and trot away
with more care
than I'd have as
my fingers grazing
something so fragile:
a life line
my fingers rebound
and recoil
against something
that I held closer
than my mother
Trying to splay
my fingers to
feel a pressing
back,
only to see
as it burrows
further
the lower I fall.
Nothing else
held me
closer than the
letters that
fell from
that rough pink
tongue
at my knees
my hands busy
to decipher
the characters
into the letters
I never will
write to my
family.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:26 AM UTC
I'm not the storms in the sky
or the earthquakes in the dirt.
The water churning behind
a carefully built dam
without a touch of my
finesse as cracks
liter its surface.
I am the monster
lurking underneath
those calm waters
no storm brewing
as I slam my head
into this obstacle
of freedom,
only to realize
I doomed the town.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:35 AM UTC
Comfort,
Fury,
Agony,
Love,
Pain,
Exhaustion,
Love,
I said that twice didn't I?
Love.
Between agony
and pain
that I feel inside.
yet what is it?
Love is the heart,
and it beats
for my friends and
the chosen family.
Yet all I could wish for
is that people stop loving
the sound of its beating
and instead?
become willing to rip me open
to see what lies inside
and find that broken
feeble heart the beats,
somehow
keeping me alive,
please wrap your hands
around it
and help it pulse
while I cry.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 11:50 AM UTC
Words
words
words
it's like insanity
writing till
you can get
every
last
d
r
o
p
to spill over into a full cup
a full cup
a full cup
it's full of lies
of stories
of artificial words
can words be fake?
would they still drip
and cause us all pain?
Fake words
fake words
fake words
the fake
are
propagates.
it burns down throats
it holds them at arms length
devoid of the very small
d
r
i
p
s
that humanity has learned
to use.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 2:26 PM UTC
misanthropy
a beautiful flower
of purple
and green stems.
drooped flowers
filling my chest
where my ribs
met.
A blessing for
the departed
and a curse for
who sees the casket.
Sadly,
I'm the only one
standing there
as it grows.
a beautiful flower
of purple
and green stems.
drooping flowers
filling my chest
where my conscious
used to be.
resting,
in a meadow,
too beautiful,
for death,
for decay,
for my body.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
To the sun you gaze
with the darkness of the middle
yet your petals are full
of bright yellow
hiding your sorrows
in the shade behind you.
And there I stand
waiting for the sun to rise
so that you can gaze at me
again,
I don't stand there
because I am something
you want to forget,
I stand there, because I'll
stand in the cold of the shade
or your darkest moments
and I will stand
in the warmth of the sun
with you
so that I can tell you of
my shadows,
while I try to
make you believe
you that you can tell me
too
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
Forcefully
the system pulls my skull
splitting it apart
pouring poison
from their lips.
And I can do nothing.
Nothing but stare at the words
up on the board
as they dig further
trying to bury themselves
in the corners of my mind.
They know they don't belong there,
and it makes me wonder
do I know it too?
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
It beats so fast
sitting in my chair
like tomorrow has already come
and I'm a week behind.
It trembles under my skin
like dragon beards candy
slowly being torn apart
and I'm trying to sit still.
It compresses so tightly
trying to breathe air
like my spirit is trying to fall out
and I'm barely keeping it inside.
Yet I couldn't tell you why it races.
My heart,
My muscles,
my throat.
All I know is that no matter what,
that finish line, is nowhere to be seen.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
Just don’t drown
Please.
Because I can’t explain it.
The way my body tenses
Shakes
Eyes wide
Panic Panic Panic.
Save them.
Save them.
Save them.
They’re okay,
They’re okay,
They’re okay,
Tense
Shake
Wide
Panic
Off stand
Panic
Off stand
Panic
Off Stand
…
Now
Anxiety attack
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 2:32 PM UTC