Lovers fell like leaves
Slowly— and then suddenly
just to drift apart.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 11:48 AM UTC
healing hands
careful heart
but at what cost?
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
holiday cheer to mourning tears,
i watched you take your last breath
the most wonderful time of the year
doesn’t comfort me in your death
the heavy rain was quite fitting
and the flickering candle mocked me
i can feel my fragile heart splitting
when i don’t see you under the tree
all of your things are already gone
and the house seems so bare
but i know on christmas dawn
—in our hearts, you will be there
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
i just want to see you happy,
even if it doesn't
include me.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
halloween is for being something that you aren’t—
this year i’m going to be happy.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
it took years for me to heal
years to see even a year into the future
but today i wrote my old ways a letter
it feels strange not being sick
my illness was what made me, well me
she’s toxic, but addicting
i miss having someone to talk to
i miss her like i miss an old friend
mon vieil ami
but lately i can feel her presence
i can hear her faint whisper
keeping me hostage
she’s all i know
so i don’t mind her visiting
or making her permanent in my life
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Nobody cares about you
Nobody thinks you matter
Nobody thinks you’re smart
Nobody misses you
Nobody thinks you’re strong
Nobody thinks you’re beautiful
Nobody wants to support you
Nobody thinks you’re worth it
Nobody loves you
Nobody thinks you’re special
Nobody hopes your day is going well
Nobody thinks you’re kind
and Nobody thinks you deserve the world
but don’t you worry
because my name is Nobody
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
A car door slams,
when my destination is reached.
A gate, enclosing generations of
secrets, creaks when moved.
A bell chimes four times,
ringing in the new hour.
The Earthy smell of
freshly cut grass and roses
linger around my nose,
taken in by my lungs.
My steps crush fallen leaves
as I gently walk around.
My eyes take in the many
shades of grey on green
along with purples, yellows, and reds
spread about on the grey.
My fingers scrape against a grey slab
worn away and rigid from tears.
To the right, is another slab
smooth and shining in the sun.
Off in the distance
a large tree sits,
with branches whispering in the wind.
The leaves watching the fallen ones,
before falling themselves.
The wind softly sells faded stories
of the worn names on slabs
no longer distinguishable.
Flags wave with pride
saluting the fallen soldiers.
Paper windmills spin around
with bright colors reflecting
the stolen childhoods
of children who never
had the chance to live,
but now rest in dreams.
The moon rises,
bringing in a muted light
that illuminates small details.
The crisp air tastes of musk and
the sky is now at dusk.
I can feel a certain presence.
My favorite place, the only place,
that follows acceptance.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
Death knocks on my door
three times, ever so gently.
But I don't answer.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC
Someone carved a face in that pumpkin,
and now it's perched on a stoop, grinning
with the same sinister grin the carver must have had
when he carved it.
And everything I recognize as expressive
(the triangular eyes, that big toothy smile)
is marked by a lack of pumpkin.
A red face of dead space.
And now I'm seeing just the opposite.
I see two spots where the eyes should be,
an open wound where the mouth once sat,
and a fire within, baking the insides.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC