Not all that glitters is gold
Odd then, isn’t it
That we don’t mine for riches
But for the illusion of them
This glitter stains our hands
Even as we admire it
We discard the bare rock
It's worth not diminished
But vanished
Gone the second we saw the glimmer coating it
And realized we could harvest that instead
No, not all that glitters is gold
But we do not care
We don’t want gold anyway
So long as you can’t tell we don't have it
We would rather be illustrious and hollow
Than dare be described as solid
If it means we are dull outside too
Haven’t you learned by now
Worth isnt determined by what you are
Only that which you pretend to be
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
Preying on my innocence
You carved up my flesh
Pining for the taste of mutilation
And the rotten aroma of decay
That which fed you
At the cost of my own starvation
Making it all the more satisfying
Than if I hadn’t given it willingly
But I did
And that captivated you
Sharpened your teeth to fangs
Filed your hands into claws
Molded wanting into desperation
Until you were no longer sustained by taking
You needed to devour
What point did my powerlessness serve
If not vanquished by you
My naive gaze saw care
Where your glare was marked by hunger
I walked into your arms
Only to find they were a cage
I do not wonder why you wanted such a thing
I do not need to
I know now
The way that I didn't before
That you had to be the one to relinquish me of my strength
But that you could not take it
You wanted me to be reminded of who left these marks on me
But you needed me to know it was my own fault
For offering up my youth so voluntarily
Delivering it on a silver platter
I had to know
That you were the predator
And I was the prey
Enough for a meal
But never to fulfill
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 11:35 PM UTC
The water is freezing
But I am burning
An inferno that is extinguished
But that can never be put out
My insides are churning with charcoal
My throat becomes singed as I attempt to choke out the salty ocean I am swallowing
Wait, that's not right
This ocean is swallowing me
The sea is still
Deceptively so
If I were looking from above, I might be inclined to view the cerulean depths as peaceful
Inviting, even
I know from within the depths that this is not true
Though not visible
Waves are devouring me
They crash over my head and pull me under
Bubbles fill my vision
Here and then not
Leaving me a clear view of darkness tinged by the blues of anguish
I cannot float
I cannot sink
I am frozen
And I am on fire
I am guilt
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
A large, ugly, and frightening imaginary creature
This is the definition of a monster
Does Oxford think of me as one as well?
My anger is large
More resentment than anything
All encompassing and with the force of hatred ingrained within it
My thoughts are hideous
Tainted with the mutilation born only of regret
I am frightening
Or maybe I just wish I were
I could be tough enough to face down the terror that frightens me
Imaginary is all that I could ever be
Existing with a presence so easily erased
Living life teetering the balance between shout and whisper
Until I am nothing at all
I am a creature of parts
Put together and taken apart
A Frankenstein of everybody's design but my own
A large, ugly, and frightening imaginary creature
So then, am I not, by definition, a monster?
And what does that say about me
That I am built of strength?
Or that I was amassed of cowardice?
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC