I’m all choked up
I cannot talk
I’ve got a ****** up brain, ****** up thoughts
Thought I was okay
But then I guess not
Hope you know that this is your fault
Want you to feel bad
When you go to sleep
Hope you’re sad when you remember me
Hope you’re feeling bad for all you did to me
And hope you lie there in your misery
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC
I couldn’t stop crying
even when it was _
of course
who opened the door,
and even when _’s mom
took me into the bathroom
and turned on the shower
and said over and over,
Mija, mija, mija,
until she was crying
and I was crying
and she was looking at my knuckles
all ****** and bruised
from punching the wall
instead of _
and she was hugging me tight
and I can’t stop crying
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:55 PM UTC
Great job hypocrite,
You say we’re
wasting time,
But you’re the one
wasting ours.
We talk for three,
you talk for ten.
You tell us we’re
too loud,
But you’re the one breaking
our eardrums.
Great job at setting
the rules.
You really taught us
what’s right.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 1:50 PM UTC
I bled for this and I bleed for you
Nobody wants anything I’ve got
Which is fine because
You’re made of
Everything I’m not
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
"Hey, how are you?"
Typing...
Typing...
Typing...
"I'm not doing too well to be honest. I feel like a cold dark blanket has been wrapped around me, slowly suffocating me. I want the world to just stop for a second so I can catch my breath, instead of feeling like I am hanging on by a single thread. I want to run far away from here and go somewhere, where I am a stranger… I — I want to be free."
Deleting...
Deleting...
Deleting...
"I'm alright, you?"
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 1:53 PM UTC
First wash with warm water
Next with cold water
Finally with both.
Three times.
Makes sure your hands are clean.
What will happen if you don’t?
Well… I don’t know, but won’t find out.
Make sure the germs are gone.
Bring sanitizer,
Make your hands like a surgical room.
Oh, they’re dry?
Just wash more, it’ll be fine.
Oh, they’re cracked and bleeding?
Sanitize more,
Don’t want the germs infecting them.
Keep washing until your hands crumble.
You’re not allowed to have germs,
Can’t get sick.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Your love is like camouflage for your rage
You never loved me, just used me
You tied me back,
Well, I won’t be caged anymore.
Your presence forced me to be quiet
But now I want to shout
I want to scream all the profanity
You pushed on to me.
When you leave I will be fine
My heart is to dark to care
You took my smile away long ago,
Now there’s no one to care.
So just leave
Because you can’t destroy what isn’t there.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
I stand on the balcony
almost-normally thinking
of the men in the hall
looking over my clothes
and forming an image
of my body
So that is who I am
so that is how people relate
to one another, scanning
who they are
in the eyes of others
assessing each other
and weighing up who
they want to talk to and
flirt a little, who knows
what will come out of it and
what their hands and feet
will do, yes, I do know
who I am, but I also want
to hear it and feel it and
make it felt, make it felt
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
It was 11pm on a Friday when the boy walked out
of the house filled with a nasty smell and
people running to the bathroom before they throw up.
The boy swayed and waved to his friends as he stumbled to his car.
11:02 and his phone buzzed with a text from his mom,
“When will you be home?”
“Soon,” he responded,
not knowing that was the opposite of what would happen.
11:07, across town and a dad drove out of a school parking lot
with his daughter curled up after a long soccer practice,
cleats on the floor waiting to score a goal the next day.
11:13 and the boy saw everything blur around him,
hands slipping off the wheel, the alcohol from previous hours
taking over. His car drifted to another lane, a lane where a dad and daughter are also headed home.
11:21 and there will be sirens and lights and numbers on a breathalyzer.
Back at their home, a soccer bag waiting for things to be put in it,
Extra cleats waiting to score their first goal.
In an apartment a mother will be waiting for a text from her son.
At 11:35 that night, two mothers will get a call and find that their children are
Dead,
in an accident that could have been avoided.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 3:16 PM UTC