I like when Papa comes home early.
I like when Papa cooks me dinner.
I like when Papa gives me allowance.
I like when Papa spends time with me.
I like when Papa asks me about my friends.....................
I like when Papa asks me about anything.
I like when Papa gives me lunch money.
I like when Papa comes home before sundown.
I like when Papa cooks. •••••••••••••••••••••
I like when Papa doesn't tell me how to dress.
I like when Papa doesn't comment on my friends.
I like when Papa doesn't comment on my hobbies.
I like when Papa comes home without waking me up.....
I like when Papa keeps food in the house.
I like when Papa uses his inside voice.
I like when Papa leaves my stuff alone.
I like when Papa accidentally drops coins in the couch.
I like when Papa is too tired to notice me.
I like when Papa is too tired for anything................
I like when
Papa is too
tired for anything.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 7:08 PM UTC
I named my pen
The Expression Express
My feelings aboard
With a ticket to you
No room for stammers
No lies
No extra stops
No compromise
Stations screaming by
Attendants saying hi
One ticket to you
Please and thank you
Take a headphone
And doze
No bumps in the rails
Just thumps in my heart
And loops in my letters
And clouds in the sky
And dreams in your eyes
Hey, wake up
The train has arrived
Expression Express, destination you
Chuu Chuu
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 7:00 PM UTC
I love my bedroom.
It's full of bright colors and soft things.
The sunlight shines in and makes everything sparkle.
It's the best place in the world.
It has all my treasures.
All my books, my collections, my memories.
All of my dreams were born in this room.
It's the best place in the world.
It has all my secrets.
All my failures, my fears, my feelings.
Sometimes it feels so fragile that the door will break at the slightest touch.
But it's still the best place in the world.
But when someone knocks, I get scared.
I brace my arms against the loose hinges.
Please don't break. Don't come in. I'm not ready.
It's MY best place in the world.
The knocking won't stop.
I block the door with furniture.
An eye peeks through the keyhole, and I panic. I'm trapped in the best place in the world.
I'm not ready to share my favorite place.
I need to clean my secrets and make my bed to hide my nightmares.
I need to touch them to put them away. To see them again.
I have so much to do and I'm scared. I'm not ready.
But It's still my favorite place.
I still want to share it.
However long it takes, if you wait patiently,
I'll eventually open the door.
And I'll show you the best place in the world.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC
Your mind is so full of troubles and fears
That diminished your wonder over the years
But today I have a special place
A beach for us to go.
A shore reaching beyond your sight
A sea that sparkles with brilliant light
The walls in your mind will melt away
Before the sunny glow.
I'll be the beach that washes your worries away
I'll be the beach that you daydream about each day
I'll be the beach that makes your heart leap
In a way you thought had left you long ago.
Let's bury your heavy thoughts in a pile of sand
Bathe in sunbeams and hold my hand
Wash your insecurities in the salty sea
And let me see you shine.
Let's leave your memories in a footprint trail
Set you free in my windy sail
And remember the reasons you're wonderful
When you press your lips to mine.
I'll be the beach that washes your worries away
I'll be the beach that you daydream about each day
I'll be the beach that makes your heart leap
In a way you thought had left you long ago.
But if you let me by your side
Your own beach, your own escape
You'll learn to love yourself again.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
Tomorrow will be brighter with me around
But when today is dim, I can only look down.
My looking is a little more forward
Because you look at me.
When I want to say something, I say it with a shout!
But my truest feelings can never come out.
My words are a little less empty
Because you listen to me.
When something is above me, I reach for the stars.
But when I feel small, I don't get very far.
My standing is a little bit taller
Because you sit with me.
I believe in myself with all of my heart.
But what do I do when it's torn all apart?
My faith is a little bit stronger
Because you trusted me.
My pen always puts my feelings to the test.
I'm not a good writer, but my best is my best.
My poems are a little bit dearer
Because you think of me.
Because you, because you, because you.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC
You know what I heard about Amy?
Amy likes spiders.
Icky, wriggly, hairy, ugly spiders!
That's why I'm not friends with her.
Amy has a cute singing voice.
I heard her singing my favorite love song.
Every time she sang the chorus, my heart would pound to the rhythm of the words.
But she likes spiders.
That's why I'm not friends with her.
One time, I hurt my leg really bad.
Amy helped me up and took me to the nurse.
I tried not to let her touch me.
She likes spiders, so her hands are probably gross.
That's why I'm not friends with her.
Amy has a lot of friends.
I always see her talking to people.
She probably talks about spiders.
What if her friends start to like spiders too?
That's why I'm not friends with her.
It doesn't matter if she has other hobbies.
It doesn't matter if she keeps it private.
It doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt anyone.
It's gross.
She's gross.
The world is better off without spider lovers.
And I'm gonna tell everyone.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC
Monkeys can climb
Crickets can leap
Horses can race
Owls can seek
Cheetahs can run
Eagles can fly
People can try
But that's about it.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
I want people to see me,
But that's just attention seeking.
I want people to listen to me,
But that's me thinking I'm better.
I want people to help me,
But that's just begging for attention.
So I Silently sit, rotting like an unattended plant,
Too scared to ask for water,
in the fear that acid will be given instead.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
I learned the art of quiet disguises,
of smoothing every trembling edge,
of stitching smiles over fractures
no one asked to see.
I carry mirrors turned inward,
but never let them face the light.
If someone looked too closely,
they might read the cracks in my voice.
So I bury the small confessions.
The "I’m not enough",
the "I might fail",
the "I’m afraid you’ll notice".
Each secret becomes a stone
in the pocket of my chest,
and I walk a little slower
with every hidden weight.
They say strength is silence,
but silence grows teeth.
It gnaws gently at first,
then deeper, then deeper..
Until the mask fits tighter than my skin
and I forget the shape of my own face.
And somewhere beneath the careful answers
and practiced confidence,
a softer voice keeps asking,
If no one ever sees the real me,
what exactly am I protecting?
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 6:58 AM UTC
I like school. I feel obligated to.
Surrounded by friends, so why am I so blue?
They see me, that's what they tell me too.
Just not quite the way I do...
They give me compliments. That's what they call them.
A short string of adjectives, hardly a gem.
I give empty thanks, they believe it too,
Just not quite the way I do...
My mind is a pond,
Flourishing with life, kept in a beautiful homeostasis.
But when those words enter these spaces,
My happy place grows a little less green, a little less true.
I recieve the compliment,
Just not quite the way they think I do...
Then, on a particularly dim day,
More and more adjectives and adverbs flood this place.
The water overflows,
The trees are felled, balance disrupted.
I am crying.
Just not for the reason they think I am...
I lay on a lily pad,
Staring up to the sky above.
But the sun isn't there.
Rushes of wind fly past, leaving destruction in their wake.
Ripples in the water become harsh waves.
I am now hanging from a rope,
As I always was.
Just not in the way you think I am...
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC