If this is misery, then my mind is rotten with the memories.
Memories of snowball fights in the winter,
fireflies in the summer,
trips to the lake and seeing fairies in the dogwood trees.
If this is misery, then my body is covered in scars.
Scars of hugs, kisses, wrinkles from smiling,
tattoos from my travels and my life story,
and freckles born from the hot and humid sun.
If this is misery, then my soul was doomed from the start.
Doomed by the winds from the hills,
the flowers in the fields,
and the thunderstorms that make me feel alive.
If this is misery, then I'd rather be miserable.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
My body has lost so much,
and it feels to no longer be my own.
Weight,
an *****
my dignity,
and my sanity.
Whether it be myself or someone else,
my body is betrayed.
And it will continue to be betrayed
until I regrow the backbone that I lost.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
The world is blanketed
in white powdery snow;
and just like the world,
I rest in my blanket
and dream of a place
where I can rise
along with the sun.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
The gentleness of Spring
is a beautiful thing,
something that I come to long for
day by day.
But my body and soul
stay stuck in the harshness
of my own never ending Winter.
The cold keeps me frozen in place,
and it saps the warmth that I have for myself.
My people suffer this cold as well,
even though they are well into Spring themselves.
Despite my frozen state,
I stare longingly into the Spring,
hoping that the snow will let up
and my bones are no longer frozen.
Time is running out,
and I will die if I stay here.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 12:54 AM UTC
I love you so much that it hurts.
I want it to hurt.
If it hurts, then is it love?
It hurts to look at your face
because I dare not stare.
It hurts to talk to you
because I dare not speak.
It hurts to think about you
because I dare not think about myself.
I want you to look at me,
talk to me,
and think about me.
I want you to want me,
because I don't want me.
I need you to want me,
so I can someday want me.
I love you so much that it hurts.
I don't want it to hurt.
But if it doesn't hurt, then is it still love?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
You can make a room feel warm,
And yet also cool.
Depending on your wants,
You either make my cheeks flush
Or my skin get goosebumps.
Either way,
My body is on your wheel,
And I am at your gentle mercy.
You know me so well.
Too well.
If you were blindfolded...
...you can recreate me.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
Growing up, I believed that I was
A key with no lock,
An ant with no colony,
A songbird with no voice.
I once believed that if I got older,
I will find no place,
No people,
No purpose.
But now that I am older,
I became my own lock,
My own colony,
And my own voice.
Now that I am bolder,
I have found my places,
My people,
And my purpose.
I am chained to death,
And that has only made me stronger.
I am bound to my fate,
And my fate is in my hands.
I am getting older,
And it is only making me bolder.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
Green and refined,
Ancient and divine,
Only the devoted are blessed with the fortuity
To paint with your colors,
To master your intricate rituals,
To consume your ichor,
To worship each and every form you take.
Those who have never known you
Or refuse to bask in your light
Will call this idolatry or heresy,
That your right to be worshipped does not compare,
But they'll never know the privilege
Of feeling your warmth in their ephemeral bodies,
And tasting your sanctity,
So they can speak your tongue and cry their fervent praise.
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 2:13 PM UTC