there's a stranger in my bones
i don't know his face
or where he began
the stranger whispers at night
****** and clear
it makes me feel safe
i always forget
things my stranger says
but i hope he knows me
i hope he isn't alone
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 9:52 AM UTC
i found a poem saved here
it's a couple years old
i forgot that i wrote it.
to be honest, it's bad
no rhyme and no rhythm
no purpose to be had
but i think that it's useful
to see what they thought
and the words that they chose
because i didn't write it
where did they go?
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 7:46 AM UTC
i used to think i was confused
now i'm certain it's true.
because the me that was then
has turned into a "you"
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 7:33 AM UTC
sometimes i think
if you asked who i am
i wouldn't be able to tell you
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:52 PM UTC
Listening does not mean learning.
Learning does not mean knowledge.
Knowledge does not mean you are wise.
Wisdom does not mean you are aged.
Age does not mean you are frail.
Frailness does not mean you are weak.
Weakness does not mean you are worthy.
Worthiness does not mean you are entitled.
Entitlement does not mean you are the one.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
sometimes i just want to take a break from being me
and be someone else for a little bit
i think it'd be nice to run away
but i'm stuck in a concrete prison
sometimes i just want to be done with this
and go somewhere i can be safe
i think it'd be nice to not have to try anymore
but my chains are too heavy to lift
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
...running around this endless loop
as if i'm stick in a chicken coop
go too slow and i'll be soup
so i keep on...
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 1:20 AM UTC
if i could taste the rainbow
i'd paint it just like michelangelo
i would sing about it like calypso--
every shade of indigo
broadcasted from my patio
so loud and sharp i'd get vertigo
my very own adagio
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Around me, I see the world
Undulate and fabricate
This warped sense of time and space
I see the world in a pantomime
It's simply this internal rhyme
I'm dying, but it's a victimless crime
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
i know i'm not who you want me to be
but i cannot change the way i think or see
this beautiful, beautiful world around me
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC