fabric licks my flesh
hugging me like a child to his mother
stop touching my arms **** material
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
even the old men
wail in Gaza, hunger cries
to the onlookers
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 6:09 PM UTC
present me with a flower crown
weaved with daisies and dandelions
hold my hand and call me a monarch
so i can call you mine
infect me with your angelic laugh
paint my face with your smile that glows brighter than the galaxy
remind me what its like
to feel the tendrils of love wrapped around me
there were pores in my heart
i craved for something to fill the wounds
so i sat you down and asked you to be mine
a girl who i can fall in love with who will hold me tight
console me until the pit is filled
and watery lakes have been cemented
but i was too late, i suppose
and again, i am alone
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 8:31 PM UTC
will me not to see the sun
a casket lying flat an a nun
run a blade a grass across my wrist
and mail a letter that tells to persist
steal the flowers she gave to me
leave the bloodied roses on your porch
wilted withers that shatter shadows
gold and silver mean nothing anymore
bless me purple bruises that leave a landmine of tortured, aching skin
run up my arms and up my neck like a mile i have to win
prophesize that i am choked out by greedy grieving ghosts
who want my soul to sell to hosts
that **** from it my lively hopes
and leave me to rot and killed by smoke
soulless seas of screaming eyes
lifeless wings of butterflies
i cannot be saved now
i cannot be saved now
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
the puppeteer will push and pull
at the stolen strings welded to my limbs
one up, one down, spin round then round
your staggered motions dizzies me
the puppet boy will dance and sing
with a voice-box that does not belong to him
pitch high, pitch low, seasick vibrado
your wavering wails strain me
the audience will cheer and shout
in the sea of spectators they swim in
screams loud, screams soft, reverse from the top
your oppressive noise blinds me
i am the puppeted boy who’s driven by everyone but me
for when i cannot sustain my own limbs
other people decide my fate for me
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC
damaged is the deed that is done
with a dagger who points to the sun
all your damage has been undone
with a pill bottle and a sink and a throat filled with guns
damaging the deserted is never fun
but its not good enough to be seen as one
when damaged tells damage about the sun
one damaged says no damage has been done
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 8:50 PM UTC
no matter
how many hours i built
up my script
for the assignment
i had to do well on
the blood
curdling
anxiety couldnt help but
to sweep it
away out my
heavy, saturated mind
and then its gone
“among the
ancient ruins of…” i pause
i knew this like
the back of my hand
why could i not
recite it? the
long long speech
i spent 4 hours
memorizing gone with a
gust of wind
would one not
remember a river
that they have swallowed
whole? is it strange that it has
simply evaporated in the blink of an
eye, freshwater stains on the walls of a
cup made to quench my long
lived thirst. i am left dry and lonely,
laying in a desert drier than
my empty, wordless mouth.
there is simply nothing left to do but stand
on a stage and stutter, the tantalizing irises
of those
surrounding
threatening
to swallow me like black holes. a
familiar buzzing ignites in my
blood. anxiety
squeezes my lungs.
the sky above me
opens up and my invisible words dance in
the wind, wishing me luck, and then they’re gone
May 2, 2025
May 2, 2025 at 7:51 PM UTC
i sit in the same place as i did last year
desk worn smooth beneath my hand
the sunlight spills through the glass window
just like it always has
here i listen to a new voice speak
a different cadence and a different tone
but i am not listening to the lecture of the teacher
in this place i feel all alone
i look up from my bleeding cuticles
mind refocusing on the words
and for a single aching second
i see it, there you are
your dark red hair catches in the light
the way it always has when you turn to write
laughter just behind your lips
diamond iris sparking like struck flint
standing in front of the board, it is you—
until it isn’t
faster than it came, the illusion shatters
pain sharp as chalk dust in my throat
my heart stumbles like it forgot how to move forward
without you leading it homeward
i miss you more than words can hold
more than ink can write
more than silence can carry
and yet i sit in this room with this new voice
her new name
pretending not to see your ghost
in every empty space
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
one of two
me and you
we can swim in the dark and ill still recognize your face
your smile
your heart
warmer than stars which light the universe and sets me free
you were hand crafted by all who came before
built cell by cell in the womb of the sun
so your brightness reflects on my face
made just for me, *****
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC
first there were no words to speak
a romanticized tranquility that took the form of a smile
but there is no happiness in numbness
only empty space
then came the rivers of screams
from the red blood cells that are free
to retire from carrying a life on their back
color a painting on a canvas that never agreed
and at last it was silence once again
this time not from lack of words
but from the ability to pretend
that your bones are not to break from griefs descend
why not be a silent singer if no one will listen
when you strain your pleads past their god-given limit
and i testify against these tired, painful vows
until they lose every ounce of oxygen and finally fizzle out
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 6:03 PM UTC