She used to fly
and twist,
She used to jump
and dive,
She used to perch on countertops
and dream.
She used to be candy-cane letters
and too- bright feathers,
golden glows
and angel halos.
She used to give love out
like it was something that came free,
but in time, she realized,
“Now there’s nothing left for me.”
She used to fly across the sky,
she used to twist through the air.
Places used to be safe,
homes used to be warm;
Now she sits and waits for
love, forevermore.
Because before she curved
and before she bled,
she used to fly across the sky
she used to twist through the air.
She used to jump and dive,
there used to be a fire
somewhere inside
But she curved and bled,
too sick to leave her bed,
waiting for her bitter end
thinking,
“They used to call me dove.”
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
hits harder than a punch in the gut,
is a odd-feeling taste on my tongue,
like oranges and honey and the ground
right after it rains.
Feels like some kind of drug,
knocking me out when a
button-eyed bear is held against my face.
Reminds me of cotton-candy lipgloss
and crayons on corner walls,
and when I was too stupid
to know when to shut up,
and hang my head,
what days I should send myself to bed,
what times that they just wouldn’t come.
Nostalgia
when I didn’t know
how to stop the ache in my chest,
when it was time to let go.
Too-sweet buttercream
that I didn’t hesitate to eat,
strawberry lollies
and forgotten dreams.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 7:48 PM UTC
Mimi, who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her, who?
Who is coffee and Christ,
who is lavender and late nights,
whose skin is in decay,
is too weak to rise today.
Who whispers that I am her baby,
who shouts that I am her world,
whose eyes are pages that I fail to read,
can’t teach me how to live,
has nothing left to give,
who used to hold me in her arms,
is lost.
Who will help everyone no matter the cost,
is haunting her old room,
her ghost humming a pretty tune,
is following me wherever I go,
who I hear laugh when the wind blows,
who is love and pain and prints in my brain,
Who crosses herself up and down and right-left and over again,
who loves like we’re to be lost,
asks who remembers her,
who remembers her, who?
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
i know you twinkle,
stars,
i know you burn,
But tell me
what it’s like to stand
over the midnight skies.
tell me what it’s like,
to steal the stage,
what it’s like to run the show,
tell me how you know
when it’s time to let go.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 8:10 PM UTC
i know you wax,
moon,
i know you wane,
but tell me how
it feels to glow
like a blinding beam.
tell me what it’s like
to be idolized,
what it’s like to live the dream,
tell me what you know,
of all things divine.
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC
The libraries of volumes,
are starting to decompose
flames running across
pages of poetry and prose.
We stand back and watch, faces grim,
this is the start of the end.
The forests are starting to burn,
the oceans are starting to dry,
unbelievers are looking to heaven,
and asking God “Why?”
Why is it our job to suffer?
Why must we live in pain?
Why do we carry on living,
when it’s just to die?
Why this time, we don’t get another try?
But all chances have been wasted,
and all love has wilted,
we throw aside our morals,
and decide to be wicked.
So the children pack their bags,
and grab their parents hands,
and they travel over
new uncharted lands.
And they whisper,
“If there was a moment to be wasted,
leave it behind in the dust.
If there was a heart in your chest,
let it rot and rust.
If there was a light in your soul,
make it dim.
If there was life inside you,
**** it and begin again.”
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 7:37 PM UTC
the elephant clouds cross
rock-candy sky
train chugs along.
soot in the air,
hacking cough in my throat
silver thorns in my heart,
He is drawing near.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 7:36 PM UTC
My mother told me
I was a fool to go after you,
but I thought it poetic,
to be foolish for you.
Thought it was romantic
to rush and jump in
much too fast,
thought it was fun to be dragged.
So go ahead and choke me,
I'll cry on my birthday,
dreaming of faraway.
Of chocolate clouds,
And peppermint skies,
Strawberry ice,
The tears will chase,
Each other down my face,
I’ll have a meltdown,
Throw my cake on the ground.
Shouldn't have had you at my party,
wouldn't have stopped me from falling,
wouldn't have stopped me from sinking,
wouldn't keep me listening,
but maybe my mascara wouldn't smudge,
even if my heart wouldn't budge,
I could have cried some other day.
Other than my birthday.
Other than my party,
could've cried in the backseat,
of a random taxi,
on a random Tuesday.
could have ate my feelings away
right beside a driver who didn't even know me.
But I didn't cry in a taxi,
didn't cry in the backseat,
I cried in the bathroom,
at the big venue,
I messed up my makeup,
we didn't even break-up,
we aren't even dating,
so why did it matter,
why did my baby heart shatter
on my birthday?
Over nothing?
Oh, why did I have to cry
on my birthday?
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
The world's suffocating me from both sides,
don't you feel like that sometimes?
Like the walls are closing in,
and the celling's starting to collapse.
And you breathe in and count to four,
but you can't take it anymore,
and you're not sure how you feel,
never want to eat another meal,
if you could just be pretty,
just be skinny,
things wouldn't always end this badly.
And you try to call on God,
but he ain't responding,
and your muscles start to lock in,
the weight on your shoulder's is pressing,
and did I forget to mention:
Everyone's watching,
everyone's laughing,
oh, look at that, the ceiling's collapsing,
and the walls are caving in,
this is how it always ends.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
I have to remind myself to breathe sometimes,
I wish I could go back and rewind
conversations, and moments,
add in things I wish I said,
take away things I never meant.
I've started falling into unhealthy obsessions,
I watch the same shows again and again,
because the ending never changes,
everything is always the same.
And I fall for people who are just words on a page,
look out the window and hope I'll be saved,
it's been so long since I've been okay,
but I bet no one cares anyway.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 2:39 PM UTC