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i begged and i pleaded
for a community that does not care
poured myself into dozens
handed myself out in pieces
just to be forgotten
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC
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best liked with arms pinned back
unfurl, reach out, watch it all disappear
be bold, be loud
talk over, stay cold
my brain isn’t rotting
my brain is on fire.
jumbled. tangled. crossed.
wires. stars. tiny dots.
it was never meant to make sense
pretty little words
broken little worlds
i dont know i dont know i dont know i dont know i dont know i dont know i dont know i dont
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
Someday,
these words I write I’ll eventually say.
That old guitar I might remember to play.
My dreams will find a way,
when there’s hope for someday.
And next year,
I might find I’ve lost another fear,
but along with loss gained another tear.
The words I write you might never hear.
Why I still get up and try,
I can’t lie, I don’t truly know.
But I will myself to rise,
dry my eyes and give it a go.
Tomorrow
I may create a smile from my sorrow,
while living on the time that I borrow;
goes by so fast but feels so slow.
Why I get up and try,
I can’t lie, I don’t truly know.
Because I have yet to die
make a name for I and will it so.
Someday,
these words I write I’ll eventually say.
Create colours in this world of grey,
do my best to make them stay
if there is still hope for someday.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC
sweet and sticky
candied flowers
callouses over the warmest spots
whispers brushing against cool stone
honey drips off your lips
sinking —
into the deepest parts
of all i’ve lost
go slower, take over
consume for hours
never ending, all devour
sunrise coming
trembling, begging
go slower, it’s not over
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
It’s no surprise
that kindness feels so sweet
when you’ve been starving ,
even crumbs are a treat.
It’s easy to miss,
but the truth is this:
a little kindness
can feel like bliss
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
So many colorful shards,
so many scattered books,
my Father left behind.
He connected the dots
with me, in space and time,
listening to the wind
when it was raining.
Absent and so close,
he used to say:
“Listen to what’s on the ground.
See what lifts us at night
when the birds go silent.”
He gave me more unrest,
he was the left hand
forced to write
with the right.
He believed in me
when the system
sent me away,
dismissed me.
He had hope
without medals,
standing steadfast
in the last row.
Now the body crumbles.
There is a memory
full of holes.
A counting echo—
he remembers,
he doesn’t,
it’s fine,
still hard
but his voice lives…
Time is blending
into a rusted chain
of events.
Tenderness,
resistance
to the falling apart
of departure.
He won’t come back.
He won’t recover.
The body is warm,
life doesn’t want to escape
the shrinking shell.
Sharp words cut helplessness.
Many nights still come
until the final return
to the embryonic state,
to point zero.
I am here,
into this deep night
being the witness to breath,
awake in the dark gentleness.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
I was never one to take
hot showers, but now
the waters scalding.
Hope to numb the pain —
to burn the scent, scar the skin.
The water keeps getting hotter
and hotter,
my bones are growing colder
and colder.
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
tracing strings backwards
pinning moments on a board
only too become entangled
by a feeling
that shouldn’t need remorse
unravel the ties
to keep from fraying
weave in and out
to stop each cravings
knit my words into your brain
stitch your chords into my skin
intertwine to rewind time
reclaim
respire
consider
desire
rinse. repeat.
live in denial
or
start a fire
reclaim
respire
consider
desire
rinse. repeat.
strike the match
stoke the fire
burning bridges
(so i thought)
it doesn't matter
(an afterthought )
its getting late
it's time to think
(for) a lot more
laughter (a love long after)
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC