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desiderium
i'm just tired thirty ; any pronouns
- 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
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Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC
friendship waking
. 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
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Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
photo dump. word dump. i don’t know
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.
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Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:15 AM UTC
Someday
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
morning tea
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
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
Little kindness
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.
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Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
The Witness
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.
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Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 2:03 AM UTC
Saltburn
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
knotted lines.