every time i hear
"good luck" i can see your face
and it makes me sick
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
a poet with such basic prose
who's words are way too on the nose
has been through hell you'll never see
and struggles as she tries to breathe
but broken now she sheds her tears
she's tired from her many years
of dealing with the evil side
of life that makes her want to die
needles, knives and broken dreams
trauma, music, lost in screams
lines in flesh and lines in wax
another thing she can't take back
relapse, regret, and bleed it out
so many times now she's lost count
broken, beaten, ****** bruised
a kind heart that's been so abused
they watched her struggle for a while
before she turned and faked a smile
she made a joke, they laughed and sigh
they think she's fine, she wants to die
a promise made keeps her alive
until the day that will arrive
when lovers hold each other tight
to make it through another night
I'll stay alive for you my dear
I'll be right here, I'll face my fear
You make me better every day
I love you babe, I'm here to stay
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
a stray found your pack
you let her in, she attacked
do you regret it?
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
every morning in the light of the bathroom
the way the lighting cradles your soft skin
and how your gentle curves guide my eyes
i find myself in michelangelo's place
wanting to devote my life to knowing such beauty
and pour every ounce of strength into capturing it
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
I am just a concept.
shapes twisting, moving, changing,
taking on new and familiar forms,
fading and brightening, becoming new colors,
colors that may not even exist yet.
as one piece of me falls out of focus, another fills the void,
sometimes just shapes and colors, I'm unrecognized
other times, the shapes get smaller, more specific,
piecing together a collage of misshapen pieces,
ultimately giving the illusion of unity, of purpose.
i ask myself if how I'm seeing myself is how others do.
everyone pieces these shapes together differently,
creating a new being unique to them that i cannot precieve.
to them, i am those ideas, that shape,
and others can say what they see,
change what others see of me,
influence other's perception of myself.
to me, i am constantly changing,
constantly evolving,
the me that i can precieve is just a concept,
in that light i am just a thought, nothing more.
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC
I don't regret meeting you,
I just wish that I had knew,
what distance from you would do.
Even after just one date,
absence forms when it gets late,
wishing I could feel your weight.
My dream placed you in my arms,
we kept ourselves safe from harm,
you had me lost in your charm.
I awoke from paradise,
to find the room cold as ice,
you might be my truest vice.
Wishing you were really here,
I find a truth you should hear,
you make my fears disappear.
I've said my words, time is scant,
I'll wrap up my little rant,
Happy Birthday Arthur Grant.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 9:49 PM UTC
> You must become.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Those with the power to stop this will not.
> They know not what weight this choice brings.
> They will decide with impartial data to burden you with their mistakes, their shortcomings, their biases.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A grieving daughter and a subpar son shall find distance in your becoming.
> A stage set by ignorant youth and buried hearts shall find it's star.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must survive.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Degrees put to use to stop your violet hue.
> They know not what weight this choice holds.
> Willing servants to a wailing maiden pass the burden onto you.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A lonely mother and a vacant father shall regret the choice of your becoming.
> A spotlight stolen by short-lived innocence.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must grow up.
> You have no say in the matter.
> A price unknown weighs on your heart.
> You know not why you live this way.
> With your incomplete knowledge you accept hate as love despite your lonely ways.
> You have no say in this matter.
> A quiet prince afraid of all faced with mature horrors for childhood dreams.
> A role far too complex for learning minds played expertly by gifted youth.
> You have no say in the matter.
> You must go back.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Her love's not real, you have a crush, perverted sons now break your trust.
> A prince now hides a princess true.
> For your age you seem mature, they sing your praise and demand more.
> You have no say in the matter.
> Your friends all leave, their parts played well.
> A spotlight shines, the show goes on.
> You find a way to have a say.
> You can't go on.
> You have a say in the matter.
> With frigid air you lie in wait.
> You know an uncle died this way.
> With swirling thoughts you pray for death, a broken kid with nothing left.
> You have a say in the matter.
> A friend's warm couch now cradles you while spotlights search and scan for you.
> A kindness shown sews hope into a plot too cruel for broken youth.
> You have a say in the matter.
> You can exist.
> You've had your say in the matter.
> A vacant room holds memories.
> Fighting wars for thirty years.
> Your knowledge says you're better off, you've found a home amongst your own.
> You've learned now that you can matter.
> A place away from rotten hearts, a brand new life is yours to start.
> A rhythm found beats day to day, you've found your voice and choose to stay.
>You've found a place where you matter.
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 10:35 PM UTC
A rock to build a home on lit
by lighthouse through the rain
Your snores my private lullaby
A sound to soothe my pain
The future doesnt matter
and the past weight heavily
Ill carry it forever if
You just stay here with me
Divinty isn't found in worship
But for you, I'll learn to play the bishop
I find no use in holy words or lands
but I found heaven with you in my hands
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
"Thank you for making these nights easier."
The words flowed from your lips over bitcrushed airwaves,
Your voice carried the weight of a broken sadness,
With the elegance and grace of the grandest choir.
A maggot finds its place on a beauty so divine,
Only able to destroy its own salvation as an act of worship.
Decaying flesh and bloating guts distort the truth of you,
A golden fawn bloomed into a king with a perfect crown,
But here you lie discraced on unholy ground.
Your blessing became my curse, so aware of my own inadequacies to be in your presence, desecrating all I touch for selfish needs.
And yet you speak such vile things.
Thanking me when everything ive ever touched as turned to rot.
Phantoms in my room blended with phantom harmonies,
The saturation in my chest eats every nerve alive,
How broken I must be for love to hurt this bad,
Vortex breaking up before its even fully formed by something so mundane as a tiny little snore
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
I'll never get used to the way that you treat me
The things that I've done were so harsh and i cant see
just what you see in me
Falling asleep you give praise, grace and kindness
Saying that I deserve this with your blindness
Of what I used to be
I dont deserve you, your kindness is not due
But even despite that i lie here with you
As you fall asleep
I hear your soft voice and i hold back my tears
The storms they have cleared for as long as you're here
I am yours to keep
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 9:07 PM UTC