Sometimes I wonder,
Have I lost my spark?
Did I have one to begin with?
Was I ever good enough in the first place?
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
I was heading down my hill last night,
Wheels skidding on the grass,
I saw a car and thought of you.
Couldn't help but flash all the way back,
When I was sick in head and heart,
You came to visit as surprise.
I found my joy in those headlights.
But you haven't been back here in years,
The year written on those banged-up plates.
But my mind plays its tricks,
I'm still lookin' for that grade six,
On the license plate of every car I pass,
That looks a bit like yours.
And I know it's dumb; I know it's not right,
Know it's not you coming to see me tonight.
But oh, how I wish it was.
Wish I didn't miss you quite so much.
(And I don't even miss you - that much)
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
Pages flip like the turning of a clock,
A rotating passage of time.
Parchment the same colour of my skin,
Pencil marks lined neatly in graphite.
The blemishes scratched from those pages,
Marks erased with a swipe of rubber.
Those lines once made home on myself,
The tapestry sewn from my skin,
They faded away like the pencil on paper,
A story written and lost.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:23 PM UTC
I need distance,
I need space,
Need to breathe,
To be safe.
A kind of refuge,
A respite,
From this constant
Fight-or-flight.
Somewhere safe,
Somewhere calm,
Somewhere I don't need to run.
Where I can sit,
Finally break,
Let go of my past mistakes.
This poem's dumb,
The rhyming's wrong,
Why did I ever think
That I was strong?
Can't do a thing,
Say the right words,
I use the pen and not the sword.
Impale the page,
But draw no blood,
Don't slit those wrists
A gush of blood.
I did that wrong,
What am I saying?
You won't get that
Longed-for saving.
A happy ending,
What a joke
You're the ox
Tied to a yoke.
Just keep on pulling,
You can't fall.
Bash your head
Against that wall.
Let your brains splatter,
Masterpiece,
Grey and red
Will my thoughts cease?
They're always running,
Never stop
Just need a break
Somewhere to breathe
Back where I started
Save me, please
From this awful twisted dance
I don't want this
Make me laugh.
At least I'm rhyming?
I don't know.
On a roll that's just for show.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:20 PM UTC
You can't tell them,
They can't know
They'll only see
What you choose to show
So hide it up,
Under lock and key
It's just too much
To let those thoughts free
If they find out,
It'll cause them pain.
You're always too much
You drive them insane
You talk-talk-talk,
Make them carry your burdens
They definitely hate you;
That thought's for certain.
But aren't ALL your thoughts
The absolute truth?
You're already worthless,
Got nothing to lose.
Because you've already lost it,
Mind's been gone a long time
Stuck in some place
Between "awesome" and "fine"
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
Funny how we ogle,
We observe,
Drive hours and hours to see dead things in their glass cases.
Browse them like wares,
Oily fingers on cleaned display cases,
Capture precious flesh and sinew in pins and needles.
Funny how we do the same thing to ourselves,
Encase ourselves with powder and resin.
Polish and glue,
We ink over the parts we dislike,
Turn ourselves into perfect statues of time and torture.
We poison ourselves with the things we claim will make us live forever,
Clog our pores with cream so thick we can’t move.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
My mind is calm,
Empty,
But not in the way I cherish.
The whiteout is blank,
Motionless,
The water on a still lake.
I long for the storms,
Rivers,
Rainfalls of inspirations.
Instead,
All I get,
Is c a l m
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 9:00 PM UTC
Just a girl with
All the colours of the rainbow
Flickering behind her eyes.
The dullness of masks,
Of confusion,
Dulls the shine.
But when you look deeper,
Into her soul,
You see it brightening.
Ideas weave through like a river,
In the grassy fields of thought.
You see the hopes, the dreams, the fears,
Planted like seeds.
When she smiles,
The room lights up with the joy,
The sincerity,
Of the girl painted with all the colours of life.
Dec 14, 2024
Dec 14, 2024 at 5:55 PM UTC
I spoke to you last Friday,
Lights dim and skirts brushing the floor.
You were wearing folds of blue,
Clad in pleats and flowers.
We talked about nothing of importance,
Pockets and converse and models.
I kept waiting for that recognition,
The twinge in my chest I always feel.
I didn't feel it.
I looked at your face, heard your voice,
Eyes shadowed with sparkle.
I didn't miss you.
I remember our late-night chats,
Endless conversations just like this one.
I couldn't see that girl in you.
I wonder, I can't help it,
If you felt that way as well?
One thought stuck in my mind,
A question you will never hear;
When you were choosing your dress,
In a colour I always loved on you,
The shade of blue I say you've always shone in.
Did I ever cross your mind?
Did you think of me?
Did you remember my praises fondly,
Remember the colour I loved you to wear?
I kept thinking of that dress after that,
Of our first conversation since you left.
I miss that girl.
But I don't miss you.
I think I could be friends with you,
The girl in the light blue dress.
The girl I used to know.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 2:03 PM UTC