Is it my breath?
Do I stink?
Did you realize
I’m awful and lame?
Did you notice
I can’t focus?
Or that I bite my nails
And I sing like a locust?
For whatever the reason,
I’m not your season.
The box you’ve made for me
I will not squeeze in.
So let me be me,
Weird and free.
Mindless chatter,
Is all you’ll be.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
At any moment,
the mention of you
can hijack my train of thought
and bring me a million miles away.
Sometimes, I’ll fight it
leaving quickly.
Jumping out of that fleeting vessel.
It will hurt, but less than if I stay.
Then, I’ll take a moment
to feel the new wounds,
but not long enough to linger.
Mindful not to call another train.
Sometimes, I stay there though
racing down the track,
in the memories with you.
Dad’s there, too.
Those memories,
they’re the delicacies of the trip.
The wound is worth it.
But I cannot stay.
All in a matter of milliseconds
the train inevitably crashes home.
Where I pick up the pieces,
so no one will know.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
A furious wave of fear
pounds against
the inside of my gut.
Why do I worry so much?
I have tried avoiding
the voided tunnels,
the ones that call
in the pit of my stomach.
Should I run away
from the maze of memories
or should I march right in?
I'm afraid that it will wash me away.
The void will evaporate my identity.
Am I as fragile as I feel?
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:12 PM UTC
I don’t know how to tell you
I feel so far away
Like I’m touching heaven
Toes tickling space
My trajectory’s a mess
It’s out of my control
My brain is slipping by
Nothing for you to hold
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
I want a Time Machine for Christmas
So we can go back to before.
It means I’d get to see you.
And hug you once or thrice more.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:50 PM UTC
“I miss my sister,”
I say as my head makes a thud against his chest.
My tears leaves evidence behind.
Two little nostril prints and all.
I miss my sister.
I take a deep breath as I’m hit with the nostalgia.
It smells like her.
I think I’ll stay a little while longer.
I miss her laughter intertwining with mine,
And the wine.
And the jokes,
That only we would know.
I miss the way she made me feel,
Heard and seen.
My big sister and me.
I just miss her.
I miss my sister.
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 7:43 PM UTC
Cassiopeia.
Sounds like they were jealous
And just called her vain.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 12:29 AM UTC
My village burned.
I watched it curl to smoke.
And when I cried for help,
They all thought it was a joke.
Mom moved north,
married a Christian banker man.
When I visit, I’m committed
to giving my kids more freedom.
My sister got high on ****
Her body fading into a ghost.
She might not even be alive
She doesn’t pick up the phone.
My brother says I’m just too much:
too loud, too heavy,
too proud and tear-stained.
Every word a siphon on my veins.
And Dad?
Where’s Dad?
Dad?
Hiding behind his work.
Emotionally phobic,
Pretending my name is silence.
Because I'm not compliant.
He uses the tears of my grief,
To wash his hands of me.
My village burned.
My cries fell silent.
So, I walked away.
Now, I’m the bad guy.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:50 PM UTC
My mom is a Weeping Willow.
Bendable beyond belief.
But breakable.
Your mom is a Locust tree
Unmoving. Stubborn.
And adorned with thorns.
We grew up in their shadow.
But we are not the same.
We bend with the wind.
And our roots run deep.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 7:15 PM UTC
Your hands are clean
You’ve washed them well
From the family you kept
In a private hell.
But the emptiness remains
A mark of your disguise
A father who’s built on two things
Control and lies
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC