I’m a ghost in my own skin
A walking talking effigy
Half formed; half well
I cast a shadow
I exist and persist
Like sunlight on a cloudy day
Through a glass darkly
Yet I do not know
How to be anymore
Or how to be grateful
I don’t know much of anything
I know that I’m tired
As I float through
The walls of my home
I speak in whispers
And am never heard
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
Sometimes
I can recognize
I’m depressed
When my algorithm
Sends me
Stand-up comedy
It can’t tell
I’m depressed
It does think
I’m looking for a laugh
It knows
I like a good joke
To cut the tension
Perfectly timed
Inappropriate
In polite conversation
I love
Crowd interaction
With the same energy
As a dinner with friends
I don’t have those
In large supply
I look around my table
At empty chairs
Absent of people
I used to build a life with
I miss when
They’d tease me
They still do
Over the phone
It doesn’t feel the same
You can’t tease
A simulacrum
You can’t tell jokes
To empty chairs
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
It’s not writing, it’s evisceration.
A destruction of meaning
A quiet holocaust of words
A naming in the unmaking
Hollow sounding phrases
Meaningless drivel masquerading
Profundity profiting profligates
I see the words flow freely
Drinking up the energy
Out consuming the earth
In today’s digital age
We delve into stupidity
A tapestry of recklessness
It’s not the future, it’s a blight.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
It’s strange to be standing on the edge of a precipice waiting
Talking to folks who’ve walked this path before
And with all good intentions try to warn me
It’s strange looking down and realizing that I could meet the ground at any moment
Everyone tells me it’ll happen
They tell me I’ll be too tired to be
Insinuating that I’ll resent my life
Or lose something I could never get back.
What they don’t know is that I’ve hit the ground before
It has already happened
I’ve been far too tired to be
I’ve resented my life in ways that seem impossible now
I’ve lost so much of myself I’ll never get back
And I’m so glad
It’s not a precipice at all
It’s a wide expanse under a setting sun
It’s a sun-kissed morning where the birds are chirping.
It’s the swelling sounds of wind in the trees
And the moonlit music of evening.
It’s tired mornings and tears
It’s everything
All that will be will be gathered to me
I’m so glad.
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
How can you enjoy the company of a mind that once tried to **** you?
When taste returned,
when color regained its verve,
when music became essential again,
when paintings again shared their meaning, and flowers grew back their smell,
when trees creaking in the early morning wind became a symphony again,
when the night sky spoke,
and my dreams no longer frightened,
and the future seemed not only possible but probable,
and the hope for a better tomorrow was not a fable to get me through the day but a promise, I forgave my mind for trying to **** me.
I went from wishing I’d stop breathing to being desperate for every breath.
I’ve never been more glad to be so desperate.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 12:07 AM UTC
Time is a poor thief
Who trips through life
Indiscriminate
While we slouch towards Babylon
Time reminds me of love
I once held long ago
Profligate
And I build life anew
Full of love undiscovered
In a future worth living
Intimate
As I wander towards Heaven
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
I’d forgotten what it felt like to be anchored.
I had been adrift for so long I couldn’t see the shore.
I found it strange to see the sun change places with the moon;
The rise and fall grounded me in time.
I allowed the wind and rain to batter me senseless -
What sense could anchor me?
What weather harm me?
I couldn’t sleep; I didn’t dream.
Through tears I found my heading.
Days and days and months and years
I made it safely back to harbor but
Now the docks are burning.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 12:20 AM UTC
I know not hours
Or years
That could divide
The time I cherish
In my heart with you
And to you from me
Sand in an hourglass
Slipping through
And out onto
A mirrored shore -
Endless.
Silent as the windblown forest
Bedecked with dew.
And I would spend
All my days with you.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
I am in a mood
To wash away with the rain
Entropic and beautiful
Spin out and dissociate
Dust motes in a sunbeam
Leaves in the wind
I am in a mood
To live unremarkably
And dissolve in the sky
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 1:28 AM UTC
One day when I was a child
My favorite pear tree fell
I found it strange to know it’s fruit
When I’d only seen it bloom
Split in half by the weight of ice
Right down the middle
A crack of thunder as it went
It was killed by the rain and cold
I used to rest in it’s shadow
Infertile but gracious to me
As the blooms floated down
Like flurrying springtime snow
Strong seeming and lovely smelling
A father in spirit and in truth
Winter killed what spring made beautiful
It held no children but me
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 11:17 AM UTC