Today,
my dad talked to a 25 year old
about war, politics, and religion.
He said people my age should read more,
and not blindly watch the news,
things aren't as they seem.
He went on and I unconsciously nodded along
Today,
he dropped by a neighbour’s house.
They had all sorts of dishes prepared
just the way he likes it.
He tells jokes and laughs,
the kind that turns him red, tears coming out,
and you can’t help but laugh along with him—
even when it’s not funny.
He would tell them stories about the old days,
interesting ones, that keep your ears open
Today,
someone called him in a panic
telling him that their child is sick
they've gone to all these hospitals and clinics
but they're still unsure of what to do
his calm voice reassures them
and after a couple questions
his brain rummages through the Library of Alexandria
and knows exactly what the issue is
and what to do
a few days later, the call comes in again
and the child is completely fine
He's so smart...about everything
Oh! even that other day someone called him
they were in a real pickle
I'm talking like someone was trying to kidnap them
and beat them up
but my dad is a hero
without a second thought he rushed to help
He's so loved, admired and respected,
there's not a single person out there in the world who couldn't depend on him.
And today he-!
No...
Today I’m twenty-five years old,
and full of opinions to share
but no one is there to talk to.
Today, I’m sick,
and I don’t know what pill to take.
Today, I wasn't invited to anything
and I don't know what to eat
and no one to laugh with.
Today, I almost got kidnapped
but my phone just kept ringing
and no one picked up
And when people say,
“Your dad’s such a good man,”
I nod.
So when I think to myself..
“Who did my dad talk to today?”
I already know.
And I stopped waiting for the day
the answer would be
me.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
I can’t seem to get you out.
Every memory, touch, and place
stains onto me—
a thin layer of you
I can’t peel off.
I see you in every cell,
And I can’t seem to get you
out of my skin.
You’re glued on.
I’m rubbing friction,
Hoping you’ll shred apart,
but just like adhesive glue,
with time
you solidify onto me.
At first, I thought that meant love—
that this ache was proof of _something_
That if I just kept rubbing,
this pain would mean something
But now I smell the burn of it,
the friction I made to forget you
set me on fire.
I look into your eyes to plead,
but all I see is pure adoration.
and I melt.
I’m hypnotized.
Those big round eyes,
engulf me.
I thought I saw love
in those brown eyes.
I realized too late
that it was a reflection of mine
and I can't seem to get me out
My wanting.
My love, mirrored back
so perfectly
I believed it was yours.
Now every time I try to get you out,
I find another piece of me
stuck there too.
To burn you off of me,
I burn a piece of me too.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 8:58 PM UTC
I can't seem to get you out
Every memory, touch, place
glazes onto me
I see you in them all
And I can't seem to get you
out of my skin
You're glued on
I'm rubbing friction
hoping you'll shred apart
but just like adhesive glue
with time
you solidify onto me
I look into your eyes
to plea
but all I see
is pure adoration
I melt
I'm hypnotized
Those big round eyes
engulf me
I thought I saw love
in those brown eyes
I realized too late
that it was a reflection of mine
and I can't seem to get me out
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 12:30 PM UTC
The first needle
stung
Eyes closed to wince
The charming prince
stinks
The second needle
tore
Heart clenching the pieces
hope decreases
By the third needle
numb
The carriage came
to pick up it's claim
Miraculously,
The crane took it's basket
back to the womb
Returning it gently
to a shadowed room.
Needles 1, 2 and 3
came again
But by the fourth
I prayed
by the fifth
I prayed
And by the tenth
I poured
my being, my soul, my love
my child
I think I always knew
before my bones even grew
My mom left me
a miracle
I didn't understand at first
I just felt something
brewing
So I poured
like my mom did
But I didn't have a cup
so I gushed and bled
everywhere
I would sit
and wait for someone in need of thirst
I would water the flowers
even though it rained
because it was written in my bones
before I could even object
Even though I'm fully grown now
I don't know how to get off the carriage
a second time
But as I look out the window,
I thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
Thank you mom
for carrying me
in your miracle womb
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 3:26 AM UTC
Excuse me?
Are you a mouse?
Why are you squeaking
You should be sleeping
My little mouse
What worries you so
Is it the monster under your bed?
Or the thoughts that cloud your head
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
We say
It's never too late
But I don't want to wake up
At 50, feeling unsatisfied
never have grown
so it does get too late.
it's too late to take the nectar
when the flower is already pollinated
it's too late to say sorry
when there is but a gravestone.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
you told me you didn't understand
my poems
you didn't get them
but you watched me go on stage
take a deep breath
and breathe life to them through a mic
you smiled and said you're there
for me
and me only
you forgot to take a picture
till the last minute
because your eyes were on me
when did you stop looking?
was it the moment I looked back?
was it the moment I held you?
was it the moment I started to love you?
or was it the moment I chose you.
I think
I can remember
when you stopped looking
because I felt it
and
now you're just another person I've written a poem about.
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
"You're special"
"You're worth it"
"You're so unbelievably important to me"
But
But
But
I won't choose you
Nor will I fight
But
But
But
"I really do want you"
"to be with you"
"I WANT this"
"You can't tell me I don't love you"
But
But
But
"You deserve better"
"I can't meet your needs"
and so...
"I won't choose you"
But...But...But
My only need was for you to choose me
To reflect my choice
of choosing you
In disappointment I sit now
Pooled around me what I cannot distinguish
From tears and streams, it flows through me
My needs now washed away...
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 10:11 AM UTC
I was doing just fine
without you
without anyone
finally, I sighed in relief
I forgot to close the door
Suddenly
I was pulled in
Cautious, I simply peeked out the door
I shouldn't have
I should've closed the door
I had forgotten to
Maybe not
Maybe I hoped
But the door closed on it's own
and I thought
What a good thing it did
It opens again
To pull
pushed
and pulled
push...and pull...
I grew weaker to resist with each force
I am a tired soul now
Only so much strength left in me to
either
open the door for the last time
or close it for once and for all
I hate these games,
the pushing and the pulling
I want to settle.
but who's there to settle with?
So I push the door open
to walk away
to enter another
and pull it shut.
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 8:23 AM UTC
I don't want just anyone
Anybody's touch
I want yours
and yours only
Even when you're not in my life
yet
I still just want yours
and yours only
Perhaps that's why I wait
And wait
but I never know when to stop waiting
And so I wait for anybody's touch
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC