You have brought me joy.
You have brought me pain.
I have nothing to gain.
I'm just a pen to you.
Losing ink as you write.
I have no might,
to say I'm not alright.
I love you till I sink,
even if you waste my ink.
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
I see you there,
Standing nervously.
I see your hair blowing in the wind,
The smile on your face.
I see you playing with your hands,
The softness of your skin.
I see your beautiful chocolate eyes,
Looking all around.
I see you reach for my hand,
we're both so cold.
I see your scars,
I have them too.
I see all of you.
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:33 AM UTC
I found a moth in my room,
I thought of killing it.
I trapped it.
I left it to die.
I left it to starve.
I came back.
I grabbed it with my hands,
I felt its wings flap,
I felt its legs poking my palm.
I brought it outside.
I opened my hands to let it free.
I looked, and it stayed.
I sat down and talked with the moth.
I said my goodbyes.
I found a moth in my room the next day.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
Each time I'm without you,
My thoughts wander,
My heart throbs in pain,
My stomach eats itself,
My body can't seem to be still.
However,
It seems you're the cure
and
You're the poison
You say it's not serious,
You say it's satire,
You say it's okay.
It's not okay.
My thoughts wander.
My heart throbs in pain.
My stomach eats itself.
My body can't seem to be still.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC
I'm not sure when I got cold
Not sure when my pulse stopped
Not sure when I stopped thinking
Somehow, I never saw myself dying
till it was too late.
I still walk
I still talk
I still work
I still lurk
I died,
but cannot leave my punishment
Date of death: unknown
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:22 PM UTC
I have seen the world, from Chile to Alaska. Paris to Japan.
Yet with each step I take, each breath, each blink.
You're the thought that never leaves.
You're the mint on my tongue,
the taste I will never forget.
I may shed tears,
for I miss your color,
in this dull world.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
The car has gallons of fuel ready to burn,
ready to race down open roads,
ready to push its engine to the limit and beyond for the owner.
Yet the owner keeps it in the garage, never using it, only admiring it from afar.
The car loves its owner, but longs to be driven,
so it does the only thing it can,
it waits.
Its battery quietly fades, the fuel that once gave it life slowly seeps into the dry floor, time begins to wear down its once gleaming frame.
And still, the car waits.
It still remains beautiful as before, but within, it is slowly fading.
The owner one day decides to finally drive the car, but because it has gone so long without being driven, it does not start.
The owner turns and turns the key, nothing happens.
No matter how hard the car wishes to roar its engine,
it no longer can.
Soon the engine bay collects layers of dust, upon dust.
The car remains in the garage,
kept… but never loved.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 8:33 PM UTC
I'm tired.
Tired of holding my hands,
Hands that have seen my dark cold blood.
I'm tired.
Tired of putting on interludes.
Interludes that I wish, I was a part of.
I'm tired.
Tired of me
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:09 AM UTC
Actual love.
Something horrible, yet beautiful
No matter how hard you try, that person will never leave.
They will always have a place in your heart.
A painfully enjoyable past,
it pains your stomach, but pleases your heart.
No matter how hard you try not to think about them.
The feeling is the same each time,
as the first time you loved them.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC