My soul, it aches
For those I can no longer find
Now that my world darkened
And my heart went blind.
In Heaven, I dont want
Streets of gold or lavish homes.
It's a field of lost hopes and dreams,
And every lost love -- in race we'd meet.
The world is so bland and dull,
Yet with new love I try to spread
In hopes of brightening new souls
And maybe, just maybe honor my dead.
Death is woman who's always been impatient,
Yet every day and every night,
I close my eyes and softly beg,
That she not curse me with her blight --
Please not now. Just one more night.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 5:25 AM UTC
I lie awake at night
Wondering what went wrong,
And why,
Just why I didnt fight.
Will I spend the rest of my life regretting
The choice to run before you spoke,
Just in fear of a little sting
That I thought at the time would be the worst thing?
Jokes on me, I guess.
The worst, instead, was the choice
That'd leave me tearing myself apart for years on end
Just because I was afraid to mend.
What if life were different?
What if Id chosen to wait?
But I guess it's no matter, friend.
I'll just be alone til I'm hundred and eight.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:39 AM UTC
A yearning so strong --
An unending game of tug-of-war
On my heart --
The vapors of long forgotten dreams.
I can hear Her call,
She crys out to me.
The Ozarks are my home,
They know where I belong.
But my dear Mountains,
Im so far gone.
I close my eyes and my memory serves well
Of jagged limestone bluffs
And trinkling streams all at race for a beautiful lake.
How long can I resist Her call?
The Ozarks chose, not me at all.
I'll come home someday,
Just wait and see...
But until then I guess I'll just be
Another peice of Ozark history.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
Death is a woman with a feiry scorn,
Shes stood beside me since the day I was born.
Her heart is black as coal,
And her favorite flavor is joy.
She loves to steal your heart,
And keep it locked away
Real tight behind
A vault void of any ray.
Death is my oldest friend,
And she'll dutifully stay ravenous by my side.
Death is my oldest friend,
Who, from which,
Those I love I cannot hide.
Death is my oldest friend.
A real bad ***** right til the end.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:16 PM UTC
No matter how much I work,
No matter how hard I try,
It'll never be enough
To simply get by.
My dog needs vet care,
And my cat ate a string,
But to greedy bosses and CEOs,
The poor don't mean a thing -
Hoarding money is the only way to go.
I dream of a life not elegant or grand,
But simply one where my family is happy and healthy,
And really truly fed,
Not one where I work myself to death
All for the sake of the Man.
Where we suffer, the privileged thrive,
Where we lement, the rich do revel,
And there seems no end to my empty pantry
While the privileged dine all rich and fancy.
I hope they're happy,
I hope they're swell,
Because in the end,
We never mattered,
And I know we never will.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 10:14 PM UTC
Forgotten words inked across a page
Under a moonlit, starry sky
Carrying with it an ancient rage
Known best as Poverty's Lullably.
Many speak of the dreadful wrong,
Yet few can hear it's mournful song.
Little do those above care
In any way, shape, or form,
For money is money,
Even if struggle shouldn't be the norm.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 12:24 AM UTC
You didn't love me, you loved the idea of me. You loved the memories we could have made together -- the memories of a person you dreamed of when you lie awake at night praying that every senseless hope would spark an eternal flame that only existed in your mind because in reality we were never meant to be. I was the hero in a comic book, and you were the writer who put forth their blood, sweat, and tears into a beautiful peice of work that would never be published. But dreams never do come true, and most especially not me and you.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
There was a moment when I knew
That every effort,
Every carefully constructed idea,
Every peice of myself that I'd given away
Was all in vain
Because at the end of the day
There was... no one.
Just me without you.
A shell of myself
And a stranger within that I hardly knew.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
Today, in all regards,
In the utmost most perfect day.
Not a cloud in a lollipop sky
With a wind that blows more swiftly than songbirds can fly,
Carrying with it the sweet scent of home
And the reminder that the mountains call no matter how far I may roam.
Its the kind of day that makes your heart soar like a girl's first love,
And the kind the child in you wishes to skip through the prairie grass that waves with the trees with a certain, careless glee.
Today is a day gifted by God
to remind us
To pause and listen to nature's song--
That, here in this very moment, is right where you belong.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:55 PM UTC
I hardly have the energy to right this poem,
Let alone get to know him.
How can I be so broken
When others can flaunt their wealth
Like they have a pure gold token.
I work hard for my family, and then some,
And Lord knows how long it's been since I've stopped to have any fun.
Im too young to be this old,
And too old to be this young.
They say it's just my age,
But I can't afford to make these mistakes,
Not when my family is counting on me
And with so few presents beneath our tree.
But the world is all a stage,
Even if the script isn't exactly clear.
But no matter if I rise or fall,
Im just glad we have each other to get through it all.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC