Sometimes some things are better left unsaid
Than stressed upon without a rest
A million things to say but none
To form the words, you have no voice
Sometimes, you expect the best of the rest
To nag and pine, then let it rest.
Not put your mentality to the test
But rather to be you dearest and best.
Sometimes I sit and ask myself
Was it something I said or something I didn’t?
Something I should be but something im not
But really I realized, what matters isn’t
How you say what, but how they care
Sometimes I pour out my heart
To the ears of whomever, willing to hear
All that my tired soul couldn’t bear
All the thoughts my twisted mind couldn’t me spare.
Till I become an empty barrel and can make no noise.
Sometimes I sit and write In rhyme
They say time could heal, but I don’t know about this time
If time destroys and time reveals
I don’t think I can last till time I done
I don’t think I will complain if I can go before my time.
This time in my life, I easily shut down,
Tired of keeping others alive, fanning their flames
While mine is dying inside.
This time in my life, I go where im wanted, sincerest of people
Not ready to judge me.
Not ready to speak out harsh words and call it “the truth”
This time in my life im stuck in a lasting phase.
A phase in my life where I don’t know what to say.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
Press play.
Testing one, testing two
Mic call, set stage
Audio check, background check
On and off
Wrong or right?
Right or left?
Im not sure
You dont know
You dont care...but you care.
You want to know how i feel.
You dont listen.
But you hear me.
Do you really hear me?
Im screaming at the top of my lungs now.
Hello? Hello???
Anybody there?
Oh right, my bad
All the screaming goes on in my head.
Oh so i need to tell you that?
Aloud?
Like. With my mouth and my real actual voice?
I dont think so. I cant speak.
Words stolen. Voice might crack.
I cant break. No. Not visibly.
So im running to you
To complain about you.
Wait what?
No stop. Sit. Gather your thoughts.
Who are you?
My thoughts are locked.
Behind my minds eye
A field of vision.
Blurred vision.
Pressure.
So much pressure.
I hear a voice.
Voices.
What are your thoughts?
I CANT SAY THEM.
Deep breath. Calm down.
Kinda odd
Might be wierd.
Like a cycle.
Cycle...
Cycle...
Cycle...
Stop.
Start again.
Gather your thoughts.
Press play.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
sometimes...life happens
stuff is said that I could’ve kept in my head
but I was dumb enough to open up and say them instead
My heart is getting heavier, I feel like I’m dead
and all I wanna do is crawl under the sheets and curl up in my bed
my mind is reaching different places holding everything
grasping at nothing.
I stare, not seeing, at the shell that once was me
I can swim, but honestly id rather drown
than come to the terms that I have to face you again
out in the real open world.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 9:17 AM UTC
What is love?
Some may describe it as a fondness for a person.
Willingness to do anything for them
Anything for their happiness.
Gifts, hugs, kisses, words of affection and affirmations.
This is what you call love.
No.
This is my definition of love.
Love is a synonym for pain.
It tears you apart.
Race for affection
Clawing at scars
Daring to burst your chest open.
No guarantee of reciprocation.
Breaking hearts.
Lack of oxygen.
Choking back tears.
Red eyes. No sleep.
Look what’s left of you.
Bits and pieces,
Left with lovers you once had.
Leaving you with nothing.
Fractured Angel.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
I can’t really say when,
I don’t really know why.
The intruder came in
like a cat through the backdoor
in a rainstorm —
sly, cunning,
armed with charms and other soft weapons,
seeking refuge and love
in a new home.
Not without hesitation,
we took the intruder in —
it looked harmless,
as though it could pose no threat in the world.
We gave it shelter,
and it promised love.
I made the mistake
of giving the intruder you.
As time went on,
I became a spectator
to my own life.
Things once familiar
became as useful to me
as shredded paper.
In just a few weeks,
a home I had spent years to build —
my own familiar space —
lay shattered,
broken into shambles.
Never did I think
I’d let an intruder live my life,
while I stood on the sidelines,
watching scenes unfold
from a third-person point of view.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
My mind has never been mine,
Just a box in my head, filled with other peoples thoughts on what i should be
A void that i have no control over.
My mind is not mine its yours
Your mind is not yours its theirs.
Our minds have never been ours, it belongs to the world.
Outsiders.
People. Strange people.
If i cant have my mind to myself,
Where do my thoughts go?
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM UTC
MADNESS.
My madness might just be a state of
Inner peace.
A place where i think of everything and nothing.
Inner peace.
Tranquil.
You. You are like a pill.
A drug that intoxicates me.
And i need a daily fix to survive.
Without it, its like i get separation anxiety.
Aint that a *****
You. You are everywhere.
Everything reminds me of you.
And i dont want to be reminded. But i enjoy the memories of us.
This. This feeling. This is what my madness feels like.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 2:33 PM UTC
I've always thought of the ocean as beautiful,
A representation of serenity and calm.
Whenever I was conflicted with thoughts,
You could find me at the ocean side,
Letting the water carry my thoughts while I watched them drift away.
A clear head.
My peace.
My safe haven.
I love the ocean.
I look upon the ocean with contempt in my heart,
Hatred taking root deep in the seabed where it can never be dug up.
Everything that goes wrong I blame on the ocean,
Because it's the only thing that separates us.
It's the ocean that has taken you so far from me—
An endless mass of space, silence, and neglect.
I still go down to the ocean side,
But not because I expect you to come down and ask me what's wrong
And comfort me once more,
But because I beseech it to bring you back to me.
I hate the ocean.
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
Why do I keep coming back to you
Even though you always make me blue?
Why do I even care what your thoughts are
When u don’t bother to even spare me a glance from afar?
I always seem so eager to please you, like a moth drawn to flame
Im attached and youre to blame.
I don’t think ill ever be the same, not right not, not ever again.
I know your thoughts now, predictable as ever. Banging on tables, is that your measure?
You are the reason im not mentally stable. yet, to let go of you, of that im not able.
But im the reason too. Because even though its torture, I still let you let me be blue.
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
Once bitten twice shy I was taught.
I guess I never really paid attention in that class...
till I learned the lesson.
But I didn't understand it the first time.
I had another class and was taught another lesson.
I guess it's because I never expected you to be the one to hurt me like this.
I trusted you too much.
I should've been more careful.
I should've learned the lesson the first time...
but now you're gone.
More room for improvement I guess...
Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 5:57 PM UTC