I build my life on 'maybe',
now I can't go back to reality.
Maybe I am better,
but now I think not.
Maybe she noticed me,
but I don't think it ever happening.
I run around in this circle,
I spelled out the word with my feet,
the word 'maybe' became strange to me,
and I think I live in it.
I live and spend my life in 'maybe',
now I don't think anything is real to me.
This is a strange life on the word based by 'Maybe'.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
Dearest companions
Do not ignore the writings
On the walls of the home
That has abandoned me
Monster— declared so boldly by the people
Who used to cradle my heart
And perhaps they are correct
What I am is no longer their business
It is the business of me and those who wrap their arms around me
Heed their warnings, for
Monster— Is not a title given to the innocent
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
You're too polite
And I'm too persistent
We're caught in this Rhythm of
Heartache and distance
Both self-aware,
yet neither is able
To seal off the cracks
That make us unstable
So we'll dance in this space
Just passing the time
'Til greener pastures
You eventually find
And I'll pick up the pieces
Again and again
Heart breaking in Rhythm
That never quite ends
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 7:14 PM UTC
I bear my pen, my final shred of dignity
Bearing words that betray me in sacred anonymity
And reveal my bear face–
Emotion-laced
Hope that still hums in the agonizing silence
Dreams of your gaze
In your eyes
What will never be
Real.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
I’m nobody’s favorite
Not even mine
I’m nobody’s favorite
But I guess that’s just fine
I’m nobody’s favorite
It’s not even close
I’m nobody’s favorite
Just “okay” to most
And yet I’m still trying
To a foolish degree
So somebody somewhere
sees something in me
It seems not to matter
What choices I make
I’m nobody’s favorite
I’m just a mistake
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:45 PM UTC
Bird, untethered, the color of blue
Weary and weathered, I sing this to you
Are you alone in this harsh winter chill
Am I forever to follow their will
Will things get warmer if I close my eyes
Or will they freeze over with winters soft lies
Bird, untethered, the color of blue I once again find myself singing to you,
Will we break free of our uncertainty
Or will our wings shatter before we can leave
Bird, untethered, the color of green
you’re unlike anything we’ve ever seen
Will this song reach you beyond these pale skies?
Or will you escape from the grasp of my cries
Bird, untethered, now where did you go?
All that is left now is winter’s harsh snow
Green feathers, nor blue, do I see in the sky
Nothing but aching, an empty goodbye
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
I used to have a loud canary
Plume and breast quite ordinary
But even so
While feathers grow
I begin to worry.
Birds, I know, are not bound creatures
With their hasty contumacious features
It’s quite easy
to
watch her flee me
In a steadfast hurry.
And this canary, fair and wise
Had two dreadful, glaring eyes
And when she sings
Of death it rings
As men begin to scurry
And though her mind, so volatile
Pushed me back, for a short while
I cannot help but feel a smile
When I hear her piercing hurly
And though you’d never guess
By her brightly painted breast
Her parting words
Were scarcely heard
As for me, the memory’s blurry.
Jul 24, 2025
Jul 24, 2025 at 9:03 AM UTC