in the deafening moments in the night
the silence around me,
something’s not quite right
i begin to think
when it all began
a hidden wellspring of emotion
it starts to breathe again
i see a girl
and something quietly scorned
a mother
and the weight of the world
she sings softly to her in the space between the silent noise
and in that moment i am both small again
feeling like ive been misplaced
in someone’s arms
their heartbeat so familiar, cradled in warmth
and a more grown girl, an embrace
with the burden of the wisdom that comes with such gentleness
i cannot bear to withhold my tears from them both.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 4:15 AM UTC
the flutter of moth wings seem thunderous in comparison
to the whisper of my fingers on your skin.
but both things do tremble, my heart is the fool, the origin.
and tremble my hands do,
whenever i reach out to you.
because i would no sooner give you a reason,
any reason to shy away
than to touch you with anything but with something akin to a heedful ballet.
so forgive me, i plead with you
why i seem nervous or unsure
when i trace the curve of your face
because i aim to soothe, not ever
ever
to erase
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
there's a man with a gun
and he's telling me to run
but only so then he can have his fun
when bodies crowd the restless room
not knowing what to do
now that the man has run out of things to shoot
oh he wants to be so important
but he's a coward, an incomplete fool
now the buzz of the hunt fills his ears
he was born for this
primed and conditioned for years
good little boy, march to the beat
claiming to be the hero
when you're the real filth of the streets
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 2:33 PM UTC
come quiet child,
eyes wide and blue
i know you ask why
they all look at me the way they do
but i can't bear to tell you
how i've strayed so far
that i can't tell the difference
between the ache of loss
and cherishing something new
lonely child,
i have none of the answers you seek
all i can tell you
is nothing that doesn't make me want to weep
for you
for the girl i know you will become
the girl who will know no sleep
i'm sorry, hurting child
what i've told you is scary
and i don't mean to make you cry
but you will become wary
of the soft touches
of the glares that linger
you will learn to nurse your wounds
silent, like the casket pulling the trigger
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 1:49 AM UTC
staring at You from the arms of another
quite a view,
quite a sound, when he calls me his lover
crystalline tears from weary blues
too hard to fall softly
i pray they don't cut him when they do
looking for You from the places between
where his and i's body dont quite meet
distance, from the heart is strange
when i can feel it beat
im sorry, im sorry, i can see it too
how ironic it must seem
crying for him
and for You.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 11:39 PM UTC
i am the icarus to peace
on wings of spite and weary hope
doomed to succumb to the oceans of chaos below
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:38 PM UTC
one day you will have to confront the very thing that has allowed you to have continued to exist
and you will have to explain why you have such hate in your heart.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
maybe i don't write sad
or about the things i wish i had
but never did
and i can't stand of the thought
the one that bleeds
and eats
and tears at my mind
until I've screamed
and gone half blind
and I learned today that
it's called a butterfly hug
i've always just called it
misery and her desperation
to feel
to need
and breathe it in
and no i don't write sad
about the love im a stranger to
i don't need it
ive always survived with less than nothing
less than real
less than concept
it's just honest admission
i can't tell if im proud
or just plain afraid to feel
because what then?
what becomes of me?
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
breaking moans
slick as stones
force of my
savage form
dipping my fingers
in a lake of cotton and honey
a marvel, the way the moon
reflects my absolute need
it's funny, how i become
a beast when i cannot choke back
the tension
oh the tension, the retention of all
thoughts from this week
why must my ecstasy be a secret
that i have to keep?
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
it took violence
to become this gentle
it took neglect
to become this loving
it took apathy
to become this understanding
it took danger
to become this serene
it took adultification
to become this patient
it took abandonment
to learn how to cherish
and all it takes
are those kind eyes
and i break
a p a r t
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC