Today, I tried
to forgive myself.
From not being
enough;
to laugh;
to love—
so dearly
that maybe
in a future
I was there.
Happier,
safer,
and warm.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 10:36 AM UTC
All this haughty facade
is easily brittle,
the blisters
seeping through my soul
and I bleed,
an immortal
I work in progress-
but I am marked red,
unwanted by the Gods
and rejected by the devil.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 4:52 AM UTC
If torrents could run
through rivers of the old,
I’d surrender my being
and let them take hold
of my mind, this body,
the time that’s been told—
and traded in alleys
dim, fetid, and cold.
If torrents could alter,
harden into growth,
like a leash wound tight
around my ankles,
biting with cold,
I wouldn’t thrash
or resist.
I would stay afloat,
waiting for sunlight,
for devotion,
for hope.
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 7:41 AM UTC
A spectacle it was,
I snarked,
a man stood
with a dagger in his heart.
He cried war,
revenge,
and love.
My knees scorched
from the heat of these pebbles.
There I knelt,
for us,
to humor God.
Why make me love
when it must die
in the palm of my hands,
bleeding blue,
drowning in red?
I cried for war,
for pain,
for love.
I must beg once,
I cannot again,
for how could I?
A creation shaped
to be a warning
to many—
God can make you
miserable
for life.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
She never dreamed
of fleeting moments
in a bubble of threads
of fate—
of reason
for one person
she'll never
meet again—
not ever.
But it is there
a star-studded moment:
reality is gripped
by shackles
of faith
Freedom?
Delusion.
Yet it is here
that she—
gleams with pride
for herself
that she too, a
constellation of self
revered.
And this is where
with eyes closed
a candle is blown
in the wind
for maybe, in a future
her mug is not cold
not empty
and she might
dream again—
with reason.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 1:57 AM UTC
I am going on a journey.
Suddenly, it dawned on me —
what if I die?
Abrupt. Unnoticed.
Is there anything
I could leave behind?
Other than grief,
than sadness,
regret?
I realized — no.
I have none.
So I stood up,
braced myself:
I will not die.
At least,
not today.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 1:38 AM UTC
And when you cry, we will
weep with you.
But not for pity — not grief.
It is for triumph.
You made it.
True?
Applause.
Your hard work, finally,
paid off.
– fin.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
I was a casket, heavy
with memories fading into stupor
I refused to decipher words
that once let me hold blue
and name green
in a shade of blood orange, skies.
We walked —
I floated through gravel,
tears soaking my feet
beside your resting head.
I wept in silence,
for no one was meant to hear.
No one dared
to comfort the hollow
where my voice bellowed
in melancholic grace.
The ship sailed
into the horizon above clouds —
but there was no Neverland,
only the second star
to the right —
its red light dimming
before the supernova.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 6:28 AM UTC
I am in grief
because two nights ago
I lost myself
in the abyss
and I cannot go back
I am clawing at this corner wall
it's choking me,
I cannot breathe,
and I had to live till the day
that my body too, descends
to that place
that kept my soul
steal it,
never returned
Oct 11, 2024
Oct 11, 2024 at 10:53 PM UTC
Want to know what terrifies?
I claim
I am afraid of heights,
why?
my first thought
is
to
jump
.
.
,
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 11:30 PM UTC