i’ll go to bed at some point.
i’ll fall asleep with the lights still on
and drift away thinking of
the place i can feel like i finally belong.
but in the meantime
and well before that happens,
i’ll flip from side to side
with my baggy eyes wide.
i’ll keep those thoughts
running laps in my brain
and wonder if i’ll ever get to know
these feelings by name.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:10 AM UTC
i think of the time,
go back to the day
when i’m 15 and young
with too much to say.
i think of what would’ve been
if i had been strong enough
to say was really
on my mind then.
it’s not like it haunts me—
i wouldn’t say that
but, for some reason, i’m
reminded of the life
i almost threw away.
and, for some reason,
it hits me on days like today
when it’s quiet and calm
and nothing is seemingly wrong.
sometimes, i feel sorry for her.
sometimes, i wish i had
been better to her.
sometimes, i curse those who
weren’t good to her, but
i don’t blame them.
it’s just a shame that
i couldn’t guide her
with no one stepping up to
be beside her.
but i think of the life
she almost threw away
and i think of the pounding
in my chest from that day.
and for once, im glad she gave up
and moved on and developed
her own way to stand tall
and be strong.
…and to not get hung up
by the things she’d looked back on
when it’s quiet and calm
and nothing is seemingly wrong.
i think if i could meet her now,
i’d have too much to say.
id just smile, and thank her,
for giving me days like today.
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
a splinter, really, nothing more.
it’s only buried so deep.
a tweeze, a pull, and you should be done,
but instead you let it keep.
you remind yourself, a little one,
a promise that you made.
but, long did you forget the thought,
so unfortunately it stayed.
some nights had passed, the infection grew,
and discomfort swept the floor.
a tweeze, a pull, a little blood—
the splinter would be no more.
but, you cleaned around it tenderly
and covered it with care
maybe to remove it soon,
but the splinter stayed right there.
a year has passed and you’re bleeding dry.
you try to heal, but you know why
you can’t stop hurting while all along
the splinters lodged in so deep, so strong.
you claw and you dig and cry some more,
and you know that there’s more pain in store,
but sadness is as sadness goes and
removing it is such a chore. so
give up, girl. you’ve nothing left
and while you wait to catch your breath
remember that, a year ago,
a promise taunts to be let go.
a mindless thought—to be carefree.
a painless morning splinter-free—
that is what you silently hoped
and wished for what your life could be.
but now, the splinters part of you.
the infection’s gone, the wound has closed,
and the skin has healed and sealed it in and
now, just an scar of what once was.
a splinter, really, sharp and absorbed—
a splinter that shouldn’t have been ignored.
so, you gather yourself and prepare for the worst
and decide the best thing to is to dive in headfirst.
raw and, regrettably, very damaged—
you **** some more and somehow you managed
to dislodge the thing and yank it free.
now, you leave the wound to be.
the splinter’s gone and the **** is fresh,
but you don’t think twice about the mess.
so, you cover it with care and there within
that promise begs to be let in.
and you welcome her with open arms and
realize, as you take in her charm,
that all that had stopped her at the door
was just a splinter, really, nothing more.
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
in this age, you have given sexism a voice.
i’ll be forever haunted by “your body, my choice.”
in the past, i’ve been tempted to rise along with #metoo,
yet as of now, i feel there’s nothing i can do.
in reality, i’m powerless against the ignorant mob.
i feel my body was a temple that was erected to rob.
even before it’s begun, i feel stripped and enraged—
my wings clipped, my voice gone from inside this cage.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 11:05 PM UTC
teeter tottering
balancing in the middle
an act of exchange
Nov 1, 2023
Nov 1, 2023 at 9:32 PM UTC
alas, she remained
silent in the eyes of all,
then left without words.
in a rush of confusion,
they waited, yet no return.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 2:54 AM UTC
my ink bleeds from all angles.
it tumbles around and clings to your tangles
and stumbles through pages and pages on end,
tickles my mind before i hit send.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
black, bitter coffee,
baggy eyes, tired being,
sorry existence.
Feb 11, 2020
Feb 11, 2020 at 9:20 AM UTC
a dog and a man
through the window
of my lyft.
a man with his thoughts
in his head so adrift.
a dog with his owner
laying patiently for command.
an owner and his dog,
a leash in his hand.
Feb 10, 2020
Feb 10, 2020 at 3:00 AM UTC
and thus, the bleeding ceases.
i've since dislodged the knives
entangled in my chest,
embedded in my spine.
i've rid myself of poison
that once fogged up my mind.
the parts of me that held me back
are all that's left behind.
the blades are sharp and like my head
are due for some refining
but even blades,
sharp as they be,
all have a silver lining.
the wounds inflicted by such knives
have struck me at my core.
bring on the rain, this little flower
thirsts to grow some more.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC