get under here, baby
get under the tree
where we both can be free
they can’t see us here
i’ll put up a tent
we can pretend we’re magellan
in here the moon can’t walk
and the sun can’t run
we can put up our own north star
we can sail real far
follow that green glow
it all will feel right
it will be alright
with you by my side
the sky doesn’t exist
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
either I’m gonna die in blue, or in red
indigo —you see, melancholy, drowning me
or bursting red —the stress finally caught up
vein snapped like a tight rope I’m hanging on
playing the long game,
but I know it’s gonna get me one day
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
baby, come hide under the tree
where we are hidden from
the eyes up on the sky
baby, come hide in my room
where it’s only me and you
you can be you
and I can be me
and we can be in love
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
Oh my sunshine, where have you been hiding?
These days I’ve been stumbling
with long face, rainy clouds
Imagine how sweeter life would be
if only you were here.
My dear daylight, won’t you come near?
Let me see you clear.
I’ll sing you a lullaby
as long as you’re with me.
And all will be well —sugar to my tea.
My life would be sweeter, tenfold.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 5:53 AM UTC
OH THE SUN, DO YOU HEAR ME?
I LOVE YOU.
Basked in your light, you are the love of my life.
Can’t help wishing you are all mine.
Let the green die, the blue freeze
As long as you are all mine.
But I can’t dim your shine like that,
so it’s fine; don’t need you locked inside
to know your heart is still all mine.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 12:46 AM UTC
“Their win is not my loss”
tossing, turning, repeating to myself.
“Their win is not my loss”
but god, that doesn't make it easier.
I want what's best for them,
but also want greater for me.
“Their win is not my loss”
—but can’t it all just become mine?
Guess green is what I’ll wear—
dress in envy, it’s the new black.
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
I’ve always been blind to boundaries.
When I was a child, I was never afraid
of where I was heading
“what I can’t see does not exist!”
; it carried me far.
Now that I’m grown,
I barely talk, can hardly walk.
I still can’t see —but I can feel.
All of this shame, where is the rail?
All of these rules, where do they lead?
Now all I do —is hide and hide.
Maybe they’ll think
what they don’t see, doesn’t exist.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
put chain on me
gilded with gold
told me it’s good
where i belong
decades passed
it faded to dust
now hard to see—
so they blame me
“it’s in your head
it’s all on you
to still feel it
around your neck”
you can’t see it
but it’s still there
no one’s yanking
but they have had…
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:49 AM UTC
slide down the slope
of an ingénue —to just fine
I can run, but I can’t chase fulfillment
no amount of praise I collect
will fill the success-shaped hole in me
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 3:05 AM UTC
Drown out my life with lines I drew.
Drunk on G major to forget pain.
But lately, with nerves frayed and teeth gritted,
I can’t take any more of this.
I think I’m losing it.
Each string I touch becomes barbed wire.
I hate what I wrote, I hate what I’ll write.
If life without art is an uncivilized life
—then be it.
Can’t drink more paint or look pretty in poems
—It wraps itself up to here.
Too high on dopamine,
I think I’m losing it.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC