Uzziah
26/Cisgender Male/VA
Hi, I'm uzziah. I usually write things when I'm feeling overwhelming emotions. Im silent in real life and have a very difficult time speaking my mind, but poetry feels like I can actually talk without worry and help people understand me a lot more.
You fight every day, searching the ruins
for where it all unraveled
trading the soft lie of comfort
for the burdening weight of knowing
we are all just passing through.
Yet the more you disturb the silence with quiet thought,
the more you wonder
if you want this chapter to be an ending.
The question circles back like a tide,
pulling you closer to drowning
every single day.
You want to reach out,
but to who?
Who will help support the weight
without flinching,
without writing you off
as someone starving for attention?
What you show is a splinter
of what lives underneath.
What you tell, barely a shadow
of what you actually feel.
And still, the knife sings its siren song,
Peaceful and deceitful all the same.
You say "one more day",
not because the melody is beautiful,
but because it's the only lie
you trust your heart to listen to.
Because the cruelest thing
is knowing the blade was always there.
Knowing the choice was always yours.
And finding comfort in what's unknown... when nothing else feels safe.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 2:20 PM UTC
-Childhood Shadows-
I was small, hiding in plain sight,
my brother’s hands crossing lines I couldn’t name.
Fear lived in my bones,
and silence became my only armor.
Mother caught him, rage flaring,
almost breaking him with her own hands,
yet the years he was gone were only temporary.
When he returned, words of apology softened the air,
but I swallowed every emotion,
locked my voice in a chest of fear,
keeping our fragile family from crumbling.
-Carving Pain into Skin-
Adolescence came like a storm,
self harm tracing rivers of sorrow down my arms.
I thought love could save me
hearts I trusted shattered like glass.
Grandmother passed before I could say goodbye,
leaving grief curling around my chest.
Whispers and lies spread like wildfire,
friends turning their backs at someone else’s bidding.
False hope flickered in the eyes of another,
but the scars of the past clung tight,
teaching me that pain could be both refuge and cage.
-Loss and Panic-
Stepfather gone, a week of silence,
and my brother returned, shadowed and unwelcome.
Panic clawed at my throat,
and hospital walls became a cage for trembling hands.
A note, simple and desperate, asking him to leave me alone,
betrayed when my mother gave it to him.
He packed, left, yet I was forced into a family meeting
his apologies spilled like water,
but I could not forgive.
His absence was still presence,
a day later, a text:
“Because of you, your brother is homeless."
Pain twisted into my skin,
and I carved again to keep the agony inside,
hospital walls embracing me like old friends.
-Broken Doors, Fragile Shelter-
Returning home, he was back,
my door removed, privacy stripped away.
I left, prepared for homelessness,
but ex’s family extended hands,
gave me a place where I could breathe.
Love turned sour in the household I thought safe,
verbal abuse echoing through empty halls.
Cousins I trusted lied, playing games with truth,
and I learned that survival meant cutting ties
even with blood, even with family.
Now I live with a friend,
the air lighter, but still heavy with caution.
-The Present Struggle-
Life steadied, fragile as glass,
until work hours slipped, income waned,
and bills rose like walls I couldn’t climb.
Stress pressed, deadlines whispered threats,
yet I stand, scarred but defiant,
each mark a map of battles survived.
Every heartbeat a declaration:
I endured the worst,
I carried grief too heavy for my age,
I survived betrayal, heartbreak, loss,
and I continue walking forward.
-Endurance and Reflection-
I am the sum of pain and resilience,
a life carved by shadows, yet touched by flickers of light.
Lessons written in scars and empty rooms,
in hospital beds and broken doors.
I have loved, lost, and been broken,
yet here I am, standing.
Every scar a story, every tear a truth,
every breath a reminder...
I am not my trauma,
but I am its survivor.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 12:41 PM UTC
You call my name
with a tongue sharpened by hope,
your smile refusing to fade
leaving traces wherever you wander.
I collapse to my knees,
the weight of my shoulders
crushing the marrow of me,
yet you remain,
hands steady,
offering a tomorrow
I never dared to touch.
You hold a mirror to my soul,
banishing the shadows
that fasten themselves
to every doubt I carry.
You never ask for anything
but the fragile currency of my time.
How could your birth carve
such a fault line through me?
I am nothing but scars,
echoes of yesterday
repeated until they bleed.
How can I accept your smile,
when I see myself as waste,
a husk,
a ruin?
Yet still,
you gather my yesterdays
and pledge them back to me,
remade,
as though even broken things
can be worthy of light.
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 11:42 PM UTC
Please, do not gaze
Upon the stories carved in my skin
Each line, a silent echo
Of torment etched within.
Please, do not pry
Into the vault of memories I bear,
For truth, when stripped of mercy,
Is but a dream that vanishes in air.
Please, do not weep
When I smile and claim I'm whole,
As I swallow quiet doses
To still the storms inside my soul.
Please, do not tremble
When my heavy eyes begin to close
Sleep does not cradle me
It only deepens what sorrow sows.
Please, do not attempt
To map the silence I contain,
For the feelings once ablaze in me
Have frozen into pain.
So I beg of you
Do not question this quiet affliction.
I am not broken beyond repair,
Just adrift in a lonely fiction.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 12:38 PM UTC
Sitting in silence,
As the hourglass spills its golden grains,
Etching quiet warnings upon the souls in denial
A whisper that time is no eternal friend.
A choice still lingers,
Unmade, like a shadow at dusk
While silver threads replace youthful strands.
Age has no doorway to escape through, and the sand does little to muffle the ache that resurfaces with each turning of the glass.
To look back is to face the wreckage,
To rebuild from embers we once chose to ignore.
But fear looms
Fear that old chains will return
Forged now in guilt, fear, and empathy
Elements far heavier than iron,
Stripping away the illusion of freedom.
A battle brews between vital organs
The heart pleads for what’s right,
The mind demands what’s wise.
Yet the line that once divided them
Fades like breath on glass,
Too blurred to tell apart.
How long can indecision linger
Before the choice is taken
From hands still warm with life?
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
It drips, it teases, it moans my name,
A wicked desire I cannot tame.
Its scent seduces, deep and bold,
Luring me closer, my senses unfold.
Each bite lingers, slow and sweet,
Juicy, tender, pure carnal treat.
My lips embrace, my hunger sighs,
A pleasure so deep, it melts, it glides.
No wipes saves me, let it spill,
The taste, the heat, the aching thrill.
Tongue tracing every sinful trace,
Savoring each indulgent embrace.
And as the final drops dissolve,
A fizzy burst, ecstasy evolves.
A feast so perfect, craving no more,
Surrender to passion, give in, explore.
Choose wisely. Choose Wendy’s.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
Nothing lingers in this space,
Walls infused with hollow white.
A place where dreams leave no trace,
Where stories fade before they ignite.
No scents to stir a drifting mind,
No whispers calling from the deep.
Nothing tempts the gaze to find
A path beyond the current’s sweep.
This room is still, no breath, no sound
A cough dissolves in heavy air.
No melody to wrap around,
My tongue lies mute in vacant prayer.
Yet in this white, one color clings,
A silent mark that dares remain.
Until doubt whispers, softly sings,
A gentle urge to shed, to change.
Remove the skin, you’ll be like us,
Unburdened, stripped of name and past.
A world so cruel, so stained with dust,
Welcomes those who fade at last.
Strip the color from your bones,
Join us in this hollow home.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
Don’t leave me alone
I can’t even feel my heartbeat anymore.
I see it in your eyes, the hesitation,
But please, don’t go. I’m slipping, panicking.
I know you need something I can’t give,
Something buried too deep to reach.
You turn away, reluctant to look,
Afraid of what you’ll see in me.
I sink to my knees, too tired to fight,
Sleep won’t come, but death is near.
He stands at my door, key in hand,
Waiting. patient. certain.
Fear wraps me in riddles,
But I know I’m still here,
Still grasping for one last moment
Just for tonight, will you hold my hand?
One last time, whisper your goodbyes.
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 10:56 PM UTC
Calling out
To the stars on a solemn night
Weaving whispers
Through the shadows that shun the light
One truth
I remind myself each day: "Hold on tight"
Yet still I yearn to ask what’s right?
Calm stillness
While the flames dance all around me
Just a breath
Before I tumble to my knees
A sudden quake
The chaos swells but somehow feels so bright
For this is my fight
Shattered another wall, yet it still stands tall
Scaled the highest peak, yet I’m destined to fall
Spin me another tale so I can piece my heart together
It’s like shifting the weather
All the love that slipped through left me frail and meek
Heavy clouds, vacant stares, I find it hard to speak
Just a thread, just to weave my soul back together
Is like changing the weather
When all is lost
Will I ever be found?
On this trembling ground
Will you hear the sound
Of the me that drifts, never to be found?
For it all feels
Like changing the weather.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
Where are the footprints in the sand
Now claimed by the relentless tide
Once marking where we both stood
But now, swept away they reside
Where is the promise once so bold
Now feeling like a cruel jest
You vowed to stay by my side
But now, I'm left to carry the rest
Through endless nights, I lie awake
Watching the unchanging moon's light
But when dawn broke, you were gone
And my faith began to take flight
Why does the light favor the blind
And elude those who've blindly follow
No matter how much I pray for a sign
I've always been left to feel hollow
Will those prints upon the shore return
If I'm finding my faith among the breath of pills
Each testament now shrouded in disbelief
As life descends a never-ending hill
The whispers of hope fade into the abyss
Leaving scars of doubt upon my soul
Searching for faith in the drugs I misuse
The waves of despair take their toll
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 7:52 PM UTC