How does one teach a warrior
that the war they lived
fought, and still carried
now exists solely in their memory?
An anger, a wound,
yes.
present day life?
no.
Yet, how can someone who has lived
in fear, in caution, in battle
lay down to rest?
War is a cycle.
There is only being in war
and preparing for another one.
Constantly looking over one's shoulder
survival at the forefront
there is no room for small emotions
if you've no breath.
Yet, the skies are not smoke
and now that wound festers
on the very children you thought to protect
from a war long gone.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC
The childhood they lost
they tried to give
it was flawed
and sometimes a pain
and it makes it hard
hard to remember
what they tried to give
they never had
all that is enjoyed
from the fruit of their labor
sometimes fraught with holes
and sharp points
remnants from a trauma
that is never processed
only ironed over
for the sake of another day
a better day.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:29 PM UTC
You’re not chasing me to climb to new heights.
You’re dragging me down to the depths you inhabit.
You name me savior to your victim,
but I’m just a witness
to your crimes against yourself.
Did I hurt you?
No.
That’s you pinning the blame on me
when you’re the culprit.
I’m moving on—
and you’re angry you’re being left behind.
It’s not hard to leave someone
who refuses to move.
Yet it seems your legs work best
when running from accountability.
Perhaps your time would be better spent
solving your own problems
instead of chasing your next carrier.
Use your own two feet.
I’m not a ride meant for sharing.
And honestly, jealousy is not a color you wear well.
Don’t sully others with your incompetence.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 1:11 AM UTC
The price of validation
was another burden tossed
into an already overflowing bucket.
What I thought was finally
an understanding colleague,
was really another culprit.
Visibility in vain.
Validated then victimized.
Verity as vituperation.
A fellow victim?
No,
a famished vampire.
A ruthless predator
wrapped in a pleasant pretense.
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC
There is beauty
in burning
in fire.
Yet in that beauty,
behind that bright blaze
is a pain that must be felt.
A pain that fuels that beauty.
A phoenix born from ash.
A death before rebirth.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:41 PM UTC
My favorite stories end
with a hero who saves the day
Be it a damsel in distress
Be it the misunderstood.
A character arc,
A happy ending
But its just a story
stuck on physical page
chained by its medium.
The End.
And life rushes in again.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
At curtain close,
the applause fades,
the lights dim
and shadows reclaim the stage.
A painted smile drops,
no longer a character,
just a person wearing a costume
reality knocks with every layer shed.
You're just an actor,
on this stage of li(v)es
playing a script,
bending illusion as truth.
At curtain close,
a delusion ends and
life begins.
But following directions
is easier
than the burden of will.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
We’re all just trying to live in this world.
You began surrounded by so much callousness.
Life has been rough on you—
so you’ve run, you’ve hidden.
But when you spend too long in others’ shadows,
under the illusion of sunlight
borrowed from the dissipating heat of those beside you,
you forget a warmth unborrowed
that envelops your whole body—
the sun’s true embrace.
It may be uncomfortable, standing alone.
Some days, you’ll feel the downpour of the elements,
and you’ll weather them on your own.
But once you know a pain, a sorrow, a joy, a laughter
that belongs only to you,
it’s an amaranthine feeling.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
A back pain not from age.
A back pain not from posture.
A pain with no physical cause.
A pain born from the weight of others —
burdens that were never mine.
I am not your resting place.
I am not your guide.
Before my back breaks,
I choose to unload.
I’ve been walking slow enough.
It’s time I fly.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 10:25 PM UTC
Guilt takes my air.
Guilt takes my breath.
She’s the one who squeezes me into compliance.
She’s a teacher and a disciplinarian.
To suffocate is to learn.
To learn to bend.
To learn to bow.
A lesson taught without punishment
is a lesson taught without purpose.
Pain carves memories —
and these memories never fade.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC