The blur of golden grass draped over hills and the hum of air whistling by
Stretched out in a car with splashes of sun or lights reflected in my eye
The conversations with a stranger not by phone but on a desk
Like waiting for a message in a bottle and returning every day to check
The eruption of emotions when a book or movie finally succeeds
In capturing my heart and mind without fading once I leave
The secret thrill of adorning fun socks covered in ducks or rainbow stripes
Like the eighth wonder of the world and for my friends a breathtaking sight
The discovery of an item from the “lost and found” scattered across every street
A good luck penny, a sparkling rock, each treasure bittersweet
The embrace of laughter and the rose-colored tint
Of basking in the sound of chaotic gatherings with mouth-watering aromas carried on the wind
The breath of heat that thaws my blood after escaping the chill outside
Icicles clinging to my bones and frozen in my skin but strangely satisfied
A reminder to myself when days feel empty
Of the little things in life that make me happy
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
She drinks it all in like a bird in the sky.
Outside her body, not in control of her mind.
The “Happy birthdays,” the hugs
wash over her yet she remains dry.
She sits down possessed
by an aching feeling inside.
In the middle of two friends
with their hair in her face.
Scrolls on her phone and tries to meet someone's eyes
smothered by the sound of voices racing by
she smooths her hair and bites her lip.
Doesn’t bother hiding the tears welling in her eyes.
No one will notice.
There’s not a face turned in her direction.
She’s nudged in the side
only it’s just an arm gone astray.
The result of a passionate conversation she isn’t apart of.
Suddenly a weight on her shoulder
blue sleeve and pink nails
soft smile and gently, “Let’s take a walk.”
Shoulder to shoulder
the tears finally running down her cheeks.
She swipes at them and laughs.
Thousands of eyes glaze over her now
walking through the middle of the school.
Yet she feels secure as if safe inside of a bubble.
“Are you okay?” asks the voice beside her.
She mutters an incoherent reply and allows a small smile.
Nods and finally
there’s light in her eyes.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 1:36 AM UTC
Their hate
Their envy
Their insecurities
They chase after you as if you’ve committed a crime
It feels illegal to be yourself
when they try to catch you every time
They see you free from the chains of insecurity, of envy, of hate
They see you live without the fear of others' judgment, what they create
Like a politician, they scheme to hide their mess and reveal yours
But your mess is already on the table, behind broken doors
You are a glass mirror, trying to show them what they want to see but
With arms shaped like hammers, they smash and they cut
Out your insecurities, hidden underneath layers of skin
And the audience watches, only half hoping you’ll win
But that audience, they are struggling too
They watch your undoing
with shivers of deja vu
Old scars burn as their blood once again rushes with shame
Because really
we are all the same
Everyone bears the weight of fear and hides scars from the past
But some lash out in hopes the high of relief will last
After all
The only reason they throw fists fueled by hate
Is so that their insecurities
their fear of judgment
Can stain someone else, with bruises they create
But we can’t pretend to be blind, shield our eyes from the truth
We are all victims of judgment, hate, and cruel truths
That pain grows inside us like we swallowed seeds of hate
And blossoms into buds
waiting for us to take the bait
Until we pick that flower and force it into another’s hand
So it spreads and it slithers until it covers every inch of this land
Yet these people aren’t entirely to blame, they’re victims too
Who swallowed the hate and let it break them in two
One half chases peace, running in vain
The other rages, embodying the pain
They said to us, let go of the past
But I can't recall that anyone ever asked
Because if you can say that
I don’t think you understand
That feeling stinging, like the back of someone’s hand
Then how do you move on, if you don’t let go of the weight
Become just like them or transform all the hate
Or maybe you can forgive but
you’ll never forget
Because how is it fair if they escape the regret
But we will not forget that they are victims too
Whose pains are shadowed by everything we have been through
There’s no way for them
to take back what they’ve done
But at least for now
They’ve put down the gun
Jul 11, 2025
Jul 11, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
I wonder if
the waves took you away
If the sparkling surface
knew what to say
I wonder if
you felt safer there
If in the palms of a god
your limbs tangled beyond repair
I wonder if
the roar of the waves
If the wind tearing past your silhouette
sang a devastating praise
I wonder if
you slept for hours
If it took minutes or days
for you to wilt fragile as a dead flower
I wonder if
every road leads to you at the edge of a cliff
If no laugh and no kiss
you could see as a gift
I wonder if
the ocean will always be blue
If the red wine you spilt
will stain it a bruised purple hue
I wonder if
a piece of you still exists
If I really see your face
your fingers wrapped around my wrists
I wonder if
the days are still passing
If I live in my mind
your memory haunting and harassing
I wonder if
we scattered in the wind
If we are shattered pieces
undone with cracked bones and skinned
I wonder if
my life can be worthy
when you were stolen away
Why can my life not end early?
Let my mind slumber and my body decay
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 4:26 PM UTC