you've got so many good things going for you.
a family, not perfect, but still present.
an imperfect mother, a ****** dad and a brother who acted more like a father than anyone else
and despite this, they all unite for the one purpose of
helping you bloom in this life
you have a sense of ease, going into the world,
perhaps you never had to question if you were born wrong, somehow
or if everyone else had the instructions to living
while you missed the memo
there's this beauty in you
flowing inside and out
your door is painted the most beautiful colors
and oh so tempting
and with all this, I'm afraid
afraid that you'll glide through us all
bending the gravity around you ever so slightly
is it a responsibility you must bear?
i wouldn't know,
i wasn't there.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 5:47 AM UTC
Avert your sight from me.
This tree trunk's got teeth
Rough surface, pointy heartaches
The ground with no nutrients
They left for better soils.
Avert your ears from me.
Why hear the blue wind blow?
It passes by as quickly as it came.
Avert your mind from me.
What use the dying smolder bore
For one such pyre as yourself?
Your purpose is to burn and combust
But who will heal those left?
So face the silver sun instead
burn your rotting retinas
voice silenced
remote forgotten
but i'll still be here, tolerable medley
of stubborn oxymorons
that bleed tangerine, aquamarine
forgetful-filled tears of colors.
Nov 11, 2023
Nov 11, 2023 at 7:22 PM UTC
My love, Digi
How lucky I am
to have found you.
Remember how we met?
I, an impressionable youth
you, the most impressive of all
caught me in your World Wide Web
I left that Earth behind
and I called this World home.
Digi, you keep my worst side a secret
and paint me in the best colors
red, green, blue,
oh, so pretty for my simulacra.
Digi, you watched me spill my guts when no one else did
Patched me with holograms and artifical voices
wrapped in their blue glow, we became one
and yet, I have never felt less blue.
Digi, please answer!
The Earth I left behind
It's calling me back
pulling
stretching
so hard
it hurts
my light flickers
to flesh and bones
it materializes
and I'm left a fleshy void.
My love, Digi
Please come back for me soon.
Yours truly, A?̶̢̡̲̼̗̲̹̾̔̈́̔͛̏̒͘͝͠?I?̶?̵̧̧̺̩̬̠̖̩͚̗̲̜̓̍̔͆̾̑̀͠ͅ
<3
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 9:38 AM UTC
a happy end,
but he's the villain
a pleasant walk,
but he's the tremor
a gorgeous dream,
but he's the wake
if only they were meant for him.
maybe they were,
in another end
in another path
in another dream
in another life.
for now, he would lie dormant
in his headspace.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered
What we could be?
....We could be,
The sun lighting the world's path,
The lapis blue moon sharing a spotlight,
With the dancing stars,
We could be the lylac sky looming,
But instead we're brooding,
Waiting for the clock to strike
When it's lost in the mountain
Of our best kept secrets.
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
I've got no destination
I'm just wandering
No idea where I'm going
No idea what I'm doing.
...
And that's fine.
No matter how aimless
I am free to explore
I can always discover.
I hold unlimited possibility
Limitless opportunity
I could be anything
And maybe everything.
Soon, everything will make sense.
Soon, I will find my purpose
I just need to stay determined
On this long, wild
Journey.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
You've left me for dead
In this dark toy box
Am I that dusty?
Or are you enjoying the new toys more?
You've put me away
In the darkness of the old
In with the new, out with the old
It feels so bleak and it feels so cold.
I thought we would be forever
The playmates that we wanted
Turns out, well
That you've left me for good
In this dark toy box cell.
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
When I think of Red
I feel like another person
like in those books I've read;
Strong, passionate, confident
A fire in my heart
roaring
A desire to be powerful
but it's simply not enough
to color me
red.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC
Potatoes are really ugly
With their brown mushy skin
But peel it off
And see their truthful beauty.
But some potatoes go too far
Too obsessed to be beautiful
That they turn
into
French Fries.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:32 AM UTC