blue
soft light filters through the window.
Only the scent of conditioner and rose grounds me to reality;
Otherwise, maybe I could fly away.
Embrace the fading twilight like a long-lost friend,
dance through soft clouds
let the mist match the tears on my cheeks.
grey
the quiet stillness.
Unmatched only by the frost left lonely on my windowpane
because no one draws smiley faces in the condensation anymore.
It's not sadness as it is emptiness
ten thousand untold truths
that caress my lips and constrict my throat
because who would I tell them to?
blue
the teal moments of happiness.
They come with the sun, momentary bright cerulean
and as fleeting and triumphant as the sunset.
And the navy settles with the night,
soft yet heavy as the blanketing snow
suffocating, crushing.
grey
the regret and unshed tears.
As the blood of the fawn strikes the rocks
the spring will wash it back to grey,
and all will be forgotten.
In further years we will no longer cry in mourning
but instead, only sob for an innocence long forgotten.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
tie me in ropes and leave me to die.
til the wood rots through, leave me behind.
choked on my words and every blunt lie
here in the rain, losing my mind.
gag me by force and pin up my hands
until the siren's call has no more pull
don't listen to my screamed demands
until the pain fades, throbbing and dull,
watch the storm break and don't look back
you'll be better off alone besides
as I shriek in agony from my own attack
and fall to where the true dark resides.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:15 PM UTC
Dancing under soft light
running through waves
everything tastes of freedom
a simple song, stuck in my head
mourning has no place here
save for the loss as you open your eyes.
don't blink
only a few seconds left
not real-
time's up.
bright fluorescents usher stark reality
everything tastes of iron
lonely, trapped inside claustrophobia
overwhelming silence
notes on a clipboard
grimaces betray the truth.
help.
everyone cries, it's okay, they said-
raw grief ravages and burns until only
emptiness remains alone.
.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
The roaring culmination of water
Twists and turns inward,
driven by the reins of the wind and the harness of the moon.
I, a mere figure
stand, feet in the sand,
powerless before the seething sea
that stretches on for leagues of death and life,
miracles or monsters forged in the depths.
The world turns too fast-
it makes me stumble,
as my head hits the ground and stars burst behind my eyes
or far ahead,
is there a difference?
We are all swept away,
helpless to the filthy connotations of the world
that taints us with their grasp.
While the tides swell, steady as the clock ticks,
even as we all wish
it would just
stop.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
What is a God to a girl who lies?
***** uncouth words spill from her mouth
- and yet somehow, they allow her to fit in.
She spins tales of soot and filth,
to enthrall the listeners. Because,
these shriveling, snarling fibs,
draw in her audience under another lie,
called friendship.
Is it a crime if everyone does it?
And at night, as they fall to their knees,
begging for repentance of the sins they commit,
over and over, day by day,
she stands to the side, eyes downcast.
She wouldn't want to smudge her ***** hands
on the pristine altar
of a God not everyone believes in. But
she'll smile and lie again, to join her "team" in
prayer, thanking a God for blessing them
to continue on. For He died,
for all of us, they say.
Let's build an honorable totem, a glittering chapel,
of our sins we repeat. Even the priests,
constructed under the facade of
prosperity and blessings,
pocket the bills and laugh their way home,
to sprawl in the coins of the forgotten and sinful.
While the woman, crouched on the sidewalk,
struggles to feed her two children,
shriveled as the lies that girl told. All because
the programs wouldn't benefit. For she refused
of her own right (or not)
to go inside the chapel, but surely,
surely they didn't want her to starve still.
Perhaps the next one
would come in time.
Maybe this "God"
would be more forgiving.
But the girl,
the ***** filthy liar
stands by the woman,
hugs the baby
offers her sum. Meager, but something.
And so the woman lives on.
And as the girl walks home,
alone in dark and fog,
pockets light but heart as well.
For who is the savior?
The God or the Sinner?
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
Dear Murphy,
Why do you plague the broken and bruised,
Those who dread the thought of grief?
We all watch and wait
For calamity's fate
Because Murphy, it seems like it's law.
Dear Murphy,
Why do you shadow the haunted and hollow?
Those who can't breathe at your grasp
We all burn and break
Until it's too late,
Because Murphy, it seems like it's law.
Oh, Murphy,
The anticipation is getting to me,
And I know my fear makes it worse.
We all suffocate
Can't resist the bait
After all, Murphy, it's law.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 12:07 AM UTC
Did a stranger ever think I was pretty?
Or a child admire my smile?
Or do they sigh in pity as they walk through the city,
Because I haven't laughed in a while?
Did a girl ever like my blue sweater,
Or a boy ever blush and go slow?
Or do they mention the weather as they share looks together,
Because they know what the sleeves hide below?
Do they see the dark and the worry
Or the carefully constructed facade?
"She's fine, surely," as by me they hurry,
By my mask painstakingly made.
Did a stranger ever think I was pretty?
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 11:52 PM UTC
She stands upon the wind-brushed brass
While all the tiny people pass
A darkened soul once traced the lines
Now dull and weathered, lost to time
Would she weep for a brightened start
If a beat thumped in her eroded heart?
Her personage, known far and wide
Will never hold a dream inside
The vines that flowered long ago
Now only cry of death and woe
And still the city passes by
While the statue stands, a living lie
The people love, the birds will trill
As her silhouette is frozen still
For forever she will break alone
Her prison an eternal garden of stone.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
The darkness swirls around
Turning from a lack of light
To a physical being, with
long fingers and cold breath.
It drifts without purpose, only a haunting
dread
like at any moment it would suffocate
smother
And none would be the wiser.
The dark is a silent killer
but not for its own traits,
but rather for what hides within.
In one room, the dark conceals
tears
The woman weeps for her lost child
and her lost self.
Wallpaper peels
A sickening yellow color
As she drives herself to insanity.
Her love has gone to waste.
Across town, the darkness hides the girl
Who never had any love to begin with.
Her hoodie hides a pattern of scars
Each etched from a different broken night-
a pattern of pain. But
the dark covers it all.
She crouches in the shadow
Wondering
If this were the time the sun wouldn't rise again.
It is not the darkness to be afraid of
but rather,
what hides within.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 9:55 PM UTC
His words were soft and silky,
blades disguised
as velvet. Soft caresses with a steel knife underneath.
They fooled me. And they'll fool you as well.
When we talked, I was enamored. He spun tales of
glass thread, glittering and shiny but to shatter at a touch.
They spun off his tongue with the two-faced eloquence
of a snake. Betrayal concealed in venom.
and I loved it! Why, it was my sustenance-
I lived off the promised lace and the borrowed flowers,
the plastic jewels and the
I'm-working-late-but-I'll-pick-you-up-for-our-date-at-eight.
And so will you. Ah, child, the knife hurts all the more when it's you who holds the blade.
Those filthy lies will be turned on you, they will.
So if you wanted my advice-
Run while you can.
But you never wanted it anyway. So
enjoy the poison
while it's still sweet
and don't come crawling to me when it burns.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC