Death is quite scary,
but it is the only thing,
that keeps me on earth.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
The number was dead,
the call would never go through,
your voicemail is gone.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:11 PM UTC
In the glass-like pond,
would you see the fish and stones,
or would you see you?
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:09 PM UTC
One day I hope I soar
to a land that is warm.
One day I want to fly,
to somewhere I won't die.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:04 PM UTC
I can't cry anymore,
the tears come but they don't fall
and it hurts- it hurts like hell,
am I just unable to, or am I broken,
or is something else wrong with me?
I don't want to call my parents,
but I miss the good days,
ones where we didn't fight.
I want to cry when I'm scared,
thinking of me or my siblings growing up-
I won't always be there for them,
and that scares me so bad.
I think of what I've done,
none of the good, only the bad,
those thoughts keep me in distress
and I want to cry about them.
I can't though, even if I try-
and I don't have anyone to tell.
I'm not the sad one in the story,
just the joker in everyone's life,
I don't care about the important things,
but I do... I try to and want to.
I worry and I'm anxious-
all I see is things going wrong
wrong with me- or my future-
everything crumbles in my head,
and no one can help or know.
My tears seem scared to flow,
staying locked behind my eyes,
making the world blur
just like the days and months.
I don't know when I'll cry again-
but I want to.
I learned knives don't make it them fall,
betrayal doesn't either somehow,
but I want to find a way that my relief-
the tears- will finally slip.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 8:01 PM UTC
My Peace is only peace if that means WE can be free,
that those in power wouldn't belittle or be evil
towards me,
or my community,
but that can't happen until an understanding is made,
that those above don't see we don't have capability,
but that we are the only stability of harmony,
without the people there is nothing
yet, we still don't have basic civility,
I see hate among people younger than me,
people who should be playing make believe
and yet they think it's okay to hate
because thats what they see in everyone else,
the people they look up to make them think it's fine,
that freedom of being a child is shifting to a burden,
the kids have to learn to act like adults,
just so those who older finally start to listen,
I see girls get ruined because of rules,
and dudes from standards that were set from bias,
ones that are still up just because people to lazy,
and some from people to f-ked up to accept change,
grown people yelling for kids to be "correct"
but they already perfect enough,
I see people looking for change, being made fun of,
or worse shot at because they look different,
the steps took for change by their part
were erased and they ended up deported, put in cells,
or f-king caskets,
just because they wanted better,
Freedom ain't real no where, no matter how good,
because the corruption of people can't make it,
My Peace can't be real even if I tried to do it
cause no matter what peace is always broken.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 7:47 PM UTC
Their hands could've created,
but they have destroyed this world,
I want to rebuild.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 7:22 PM UTC
Burn the pyre, the hung,
the innocents finally learn,
that this is your "good."
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
I've been sitting by the fire nightly,
it always burns me ever so slightly,
I say, "Ow, I won't stay tomorrow,"
but I always come back to sit,
now I'm savoring the heat,
even though I know it will hurt,
and that it'll burn me up,
just because I let it do so,
it might be from my own desire,
to see myself go up in fire,
and see the ash as it'd go higher,
the ash, as I'd turn to embers.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 7:13 PM UTC
Time passed like sand through cracks,
my hands weren't tight enough to it all,
I forgot to write, I couldn't,
my hands were still too full,
but now that my sand has slipped,
I could finally get a different grip.
Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC