He couldn’t even finish a bowl of sorbet—he said it was “too sweet” for him.
Little did he know—he was too sweet for the cruel world he was born into.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
Palm trees and mountains occupy my mind.
You are all palm trees,
neatly lined up in a row,
swaying together,
adapting when needed.
I am a mountain,
plastered against the sky,
only noticed from afar,
an unchangeable monument.
I observe the palm trees swaying in perfect unison,
and know I’ll forever be a distant sight.
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 2:18 AM UTC
I get us each one more scoop of ice cream.
You’re full but try to eat it anyway.
It’s things like this I’ll miss,
you shoveling in food simply because
it’s the last thing we’ll eat together.
As I’m shutting the car door,
my mind screams for me to stop.
I scoop out the thought and leave it on the pavement—
along with my fears that you won’t come back.
All I can do now is trust that God will protect you,
as my heart is scooped, clean out of my chest.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 1:54 AM UTC
3 years in the making:
3 years you’ve cared for me
I hope I did the same for you
3 years you made me laugh
With our dumb jokes and antics
3 years I’ve thought of you
When seeing cottage cheese clouds
3 years I’ve called you
When I had something important to say, good or bad
3 years you made amazing
Simply with your presence
3 years you’ve tried to pay for me
And I’ve stubbornly refused
3 years I’ve watched you
Grow up into a man
3 years you showed me
What the love of God looks like, unconditional and unfailing
3 years of goofy photos
That I will never delete
3 years that you and I have made millions of mistakes
And I wouldn’t change a single one
Because my favorite moments comprise those 3 years
And I would wait another 3 for just 1 more
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
You spent so much time preserving your youth that you forgot to use it.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 2:45 AM UTC
The future worries me:
all of the unknown possibilities.
Indecision overcomes my mind,
at the time I most need it precise.
I even cried tonight,
looking at a list of courses:
mystifying options that I may not have
if I can’t write the essay right
or get the shiniest recommendations.
So I am worrisome,
for the next month and year.
I am worrisome because I want nothing more
than to be part of that place,
and to belong among those people.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
He remembered a detail—
just one.
And somehow that was enough…
to make up for everything he forgot.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
I’m at a stand-still with you.
You ask for my advice.
I give it.
You don’t like it.
I offer something different.
Not good enough.
Then figure it out yourself.
I need your help.
Then I need you to accept it.
I paddle this verbal boat forward.
And you paddle it back.
We’re not really going anywhere.
Just making a splash.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:18 PM UTC
but hope too has a powerful current,
strong enough to move me towards things
I believed I was too weak for.
hope resects the doubt from my body,
and makes the lack of air in my lungs bearable,
until I reach the shore.
and hope, reminds me that there is more.
more to see,
more to experience,
more wonder than dread.
so I’ll do my best to surrender the doubt,
and adopt the hope instead.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
Arms linked, thoughts linked
One person in two bodies
𖠋𖠋
They crack the same jokes,
They sing the same songs
It's difficult to belong
Among people that are linked
𖠋𖠋 𖠋
But today, you took my arm in yours,
Adjoined me to your chain
Today I felt like one of you—
If only for a little while
𖠋𖠋𖠋
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC