my power is taking pain
and turning it into poetry
the parts of me that perished in the plight
etched into paper
left in open sight
the words i daren't utter
dressed up in golden light
for the truth
turns monstrous in people's mouths
so i hide catastrophe in constellations
thread grief through galaxies
hide rage in red giants
and everyone calls it beautiful
they trace their fingers over my metaphors
without realizing that
some of them are scar tissue
maybe that is the real superpower
to make ruin sound radiant
to swallow broken things whole
wring from them something radiant
and the lines that hurt the most
become the ones
people underline without understanding
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 10:58 AM UTC
there is a suitcase,
permanently half-packed.
i keep folding my life into it,
and unfolding it again,
when i hear your footsteps in the kitchen.
because leaving was never the hard part,
leaving you was.
you taught me how to braid my hair,
got me takeout when there wasn't enough for yourself.
you taught me how to write,
and now i don't know how to spell goodbye.
how do i walk out of a burning house,
knowing you are still inside.
crying,
while still being kind?
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 3:12 PM UTC
its quiet now
no more drums bleeding through walls
no more flying screeches of 'you messed up the chord again!'
no more sighs trying to untangle wires
just the echo of two weeks
that felt like a whole lifetime
amidst the inside jokes
and the endless laughter
i found a kind of belonging i didn't know i craved
until now, that its taken away.
they'll go their own ways-
leaving, graduating, transferring.
and maybe i'll be the only one
still feeling this way,
but that's okay.
i'll never forget how it felt to be seen.
to be heard, to be felt!
by people who understood,
the way music lives in my chest!
the ache in my stomach,
that just won't go away,
is proof that something real happened.
something worth missing.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:53 PM UTC
i circle the sun
inching closer
it lets me in
giving me a taste of the golden glory
and i burn blissfully
i burn-
for you.
suddenly the wings are a furnace
plumes unspooling to ashes
my soul - annihilated.
i fall, a comet without a name,
worse off than when i first came.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 3:30 PM UTC
loneliness wears a thousand faces.
it sits beside me in lecture halls,
laughing in unison;
while i am a ghost in daylight.
and the world looks through me,
as if i were made of glass.
notifications flicker like false stars,
giving me hope.
but no one ever stays to ask.
loneliness - my only constant.
it lingers like a shadow near,
the only voice i'll ever hear.
yet i still write,
i still bleed,
perhaps someday someone will read.
and respond.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:25 PM UTC
sometimes the stars look like exit wounds in the sky.
bullets,
punctured through the abyss of darkness.
they were pure, innocent souls; slashed down.
their inner light bleeds through;
trickles out in rays through the sea of tar,
until the entire night is freckled by their memory.
their silence.
we call it beauty,
but it is really grief gracefully endured;
stitched into the heavens so we may never forget.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:51 AM UTC
perhaps the things that wound the most,
are the ones which leave no scars.
ironic, isn't it?
blood is associated with hurt, not release.
and that people are associated with camaraderie, not isolation?
yet leave you cold...
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 3:55 PM UTC
how infectious is this joy!
looking into the eyes of a canine companion,
a pair of shining stars, filled with nothing but love,
undemanding,
a love that asks for nothing.
not food, not shelter;
only-
you.
yet on our streets,
those same stars are dimmed.
silenced in the name of safety,
while the true criminals parade on in broad daylight.
tell me,
what kind of world-
cages a heartbeat?
erases a wagging tail?
they asked us for nothing,
gave us everything.
and we repay them,
with absence.
with killing their love,
a love, that;
just
wanted
to
stay.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
the stars speak to me
tiny glimmers of hope dotted across the
vast abyss of darkness
for they burn for millions of years,
yet light up not a fraction of the sky
but they persevere!
they persevere for the one who might find solace in their glow.
lighting up even one person's life
is reason enough to keep going
to keep living
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 3:00 AM UTC
i am surrounded by mirrors
i look different in each one
every time i glance at a reflection
i morph into something else entirely.
and a stranger stares back.
in one i'm too short.
too short to hold onto my father's hand
i reach and reach
scream and cry
but i go unnoticed.
and a gaping hole forms in my heart.
a hole i try to fill with substances, people and emotions-
but none of them fit.
in the second i am too fat,
tummy bulges out, and thighs rub together.
my arms are too flabby.
in the background is my mother,
staring at my body with disdainful eyes.
those eyes burn a hole in my chest,
one i that i think starvation will fill,
instead food became my best friend in that reality,
and my mother, a stranger.
in the third hard eyes glare back at me.
a girl who's been so unloved she becomes silent.
this reflection petrifies me,
for this girl is angry and cruel.
her excellence is used against her.
she has been shunned and left behind,
with nothing but her writing to find.
finally, in the last there's droopy eyes.
and that's all that's there,
droopy eyes, smudges on the glass, and someone else's fingerprints.
which reality is mine?
who do i believe?
the version that cries?
the one that lies?
the one they clap for,
or the one that watches from behind?
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC