a new face
has come to play
a new smile
who has no name
two eyes
cry love and pain
mind is backwards;
brain insane
two hands
no longer reach
words no longer
for tongue to speak
spirit clouded,
hiding; it weeps
a human no more
a monster for sure
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
there is a grey today
who hopes to steal my power away
there is a blue so true
who makes me forget you
and all the rainbows of yesterday
are hiding, they have runaway
and yet we push on through
this awful tasteless hue
to find a path of green
and float on down its stream
to escape this soulless prisons halls
we must learn to understand its walls
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
this home of mine
this vessel i run
why do i hate it so?
the breads that feed me
that nourish my bones
why do i fear it so?
hate enters my mind
stealing my time
why can’t i let it go?
that freedom i crave
to shake off the craze
why don’t i feel it grow?
i’ve spent so much life
bending my mind
why do i pin myself down?
in shackles i made
to contain all my pain
how do i find a new home?
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 3:59 PM UTC
wander the labyrinth
in a body only fear remains
every breath, beat, blink
run, stumble, fall
eyes blind-
hide in prickle wall
spirit bleeds,
soul pleads,
shadow all consuming
bones revert to dust-
impulsive scream;
you must
veins escape the body,
words only strike you down-
a pillow of crimes
a carousel
stole your crown
spinning, churning, turning
around, and around
fallen too far,
thinking, speaking, bleeding.
retrace the path-
fall right back to the start
an imprint known too well
spirals so crude
only further
from whats true
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 7:38 PM UTC
take the monster out of your head
he’s making the script
he’s making you fend
approval at the heart of desire
but darling, aren’t you tired?
aren’t you sick of being wired?
sick of preaching lines,
sick of seeing signs
it’s all show and tell for them
give it away, let’s play pretend
you’re watering the garden
while they all grow and bend
but you don’t sing
it’s you that’s suffering
it’s not you thriving, but them
it’s you surviving, and dying again
send a message to your friend
tell her we will make amends
tell her we will build again
but this time, it’s you, not them
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
what’s happened to my thoughts?
perspectives run away
morals are flying everywhere
today i’ve found a new game
can i really call me sane?
i can’t see what i’m looking at
the mirror shifts and swirls
emotions bouncing off the walls
can we be free at all?
i want to be free
where is happy?
i want to know me
i want to know me
so others cannot call me phony
so i don’t lose myself again
so i can be a real, true friend
trust no one, well that’s no fun
but really we’ve already won
so **** the spider on your toungue
let us free and we will run
its true that we’ve already won
the light, that’s right, it’s coming soon
so turn your face towards the sun
and let the shadows fall behind you
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
i don’t understand you
but i’d really like to know
what it is that makes you smile
and how i can help you grow
it’s hard for me to see you blue
i really want to comfort you
but even when you're navy blue
i promise, i still i love you
it’s not your fault for feeling down
if you take a look around
the world is a lil ****** right now
the world in which you nearly drowned
branded with a burden not yours,
names you never earned
stories that were written wrong
you can still re-write your own
people who come from pain and strife
and still can smile at strangers
are the strongest people in this world
to me these people are angels
you’ve grown a garden of your own
built kindness from neglect
and still you offer flowers
to those you’ve barely met
we’re all broken to some extent
and we must pick up the pieces
i know you’ve tried it much before
and felt the blizzards freezes
so i’m here to let you know
you won’t have to do it alone
i want to greet your demons
and understand their reasons
i can’t fix what wasn’t broken by me
and no mending needs to be sewn
but i can sit with you in silence
until the silence feels like home
broken things can still be changed
transformed into something new
whichever pieces are missing
i’ll help you find a few
but only if you want me to!
the gentle yet strong human inside
is waiting to be seen
maybe you feel it trembling there
maybe you hear it scream
I’m lucky to see him every day
he makes me laugh my worries away
I hope i can do the same for you
I hope i can take away some blue
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC
dip those toes
in streams of unknown
wade through dreams
a peak of unseen
dust off the craze
walk into the maze
of secrets untold
a life will unfold
unforgotten its luck
so **** it all up
then **** it back together
leave it for divine
fall back into time
spirits high, spirits low
binary divide
two lives intertwined
a master of none
what will become?
hold the unknown
and find a home
you are never, never alone
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 11:25 PM UTC
brush and shovel
sweep it up
i have learned
to fill my cup
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 11:12 PM UTC
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who plants seeds for roots to grow
to feed one in hunger
and water one in thirst
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who weaves sweet life with death
aid spirits to bloom and bend
from the souls that I will tend
but once i was a gardener of towers
who whispered sweet words
to boost bullies powers
who swept all the lies
that killed innocent life
so i prayed and i screamed
and lived
on my knees
but now i believe
I’ll die
on my feet
that’s why i aim to be a gardener of souls
who walks through grasses of joy
and when gardener grows old
as the plants have foretold
i’ll lay embroiled with the soil
as lessons fast uncoil
i aim to be a gardener of life
who invests in love and light
laughter is the food i’ll eat
the air i’ll breathe is pure delight
i aim to be a gardener of souls
and what i sow i’ll reap
i’ll listen to the melody
from trees who only teach.
i aim to be a gardener of souls
who will rake the leaves
as they bleed secrets
a fool dares not receive
but a gardener of souls
knows of natural wisdom
through long droughts
through fierce floods
a lesson to devour
no rain; no flowers
no pain; no powers
but those up in their towers
the gardens of cowards
your grave
is far
below
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 10:22 PM UTC