What if I told you this pen felt like a gun
and these words were the bullets
And if my thoughts are the trigger
and you were my paper
would you let me pull it?
If so I'll treat this ink like it's my blood
put my pen to paper, like a gun to the head
and hopefully write too many words
so you'll never see me again
2d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:40 PM UTC
The gravel crackles
My guardian holds me tight
Eight years til I smiled
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 2:00 AM UTC
If you were a marker
and I was paper
And the only way I could erase your mark
is to burn
drown in liquids
crumple myself up
or cut the mark out
Would you still write on me?
Wait.
How'd I get all these marks on me
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:32 AM UTC
I like to hide sticky notes around the house that remind me
Sometimes the notes sing to me in a melody that I can't ignore
And the notes of perfume that cling to my nose are daunting
My eyes glued to any glimpse of the notes that I find
The taste of them give off a bitter note that I love and hate
But the only note I can't seem to find
is the one I can hold in my hands
Must've lost it somewhere..
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:34 PM UTC
Innocence crawls through the mud
so that Ignorance can waltz in the flowers
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:42 AM UTC
What do we feel?
Is it the stinging fact that we know the skin of this onion is in our hands..
Why is it that we cry when the onion is the one being cut?
Sorry for the Cliche.
This isn't about onions..
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
These words feel hollow
They barely shine through
a star with no luminescence on a cloudless night
Just so the clouds can pose to cry, and call it rainfall
Be careful what you ask for
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:11 PM UTC
Just trying to figure out
when the meaning of all this becomes nourishment
while it consumes me
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 9:29 PM UTC
Skittish ignorance petrifies us of being crushed whilst knowing the juice is sweeter than the unpressed grape..
So why do we question the weight of the oil press?
Doesn't the core of an apple bear seed?
Or the water from a coconut not nourish us?
the mirage that being pressed doesn't make you firm.
seeing the pleasure in letting go but the audacity to keep holding on.
The oil is always more valuable than the olive
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC