What is starting to want, in you?
41 responses
my fingers itch
at the thought of your hand
near mine
longing to reach out
to hold yours
moonlit hollow
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
under the skin of my wrists
a circle around my ankle itches
my lower back aches
mark us with ink and become beautiful
wide magpie
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
In me, a restless fire is learning the difference between being consumed and becoming light
thin dune
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
Him
I scroll and scroll
Swiping through my feed
To feed my soul, my heart
The one that hungers for me
My teeth set stiff and hard
My pace erratic and on guard
I want him but it's futile
I have lost before I tried
My heart grumbles and rumbles
Clenching at the crumbles
The attention leftovers thrown in charity
I am sad and pathetic, that's your verity
So I scroll and scroll
Hoping you come on my feed
A chicken waiting for her feed
I hunger for your love, for thee
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
So much
The Hunger of Youth is insatiable
a fireplace always in need of something to burn
A hand...
A hole...
Money...
Moments...
The difficulty is not in what starts to want
but never hearing what is needed.
Everything you want
ain't good for you...
weary ember
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
my heart, one that used to be an open sore, now echoes deep the same lyrics: a want to want, the sting of asking too much placated by a nursery to keep the selfish hope, a desire to find love, to settle, but not in terms of stories, rather my own. a hunger alike to the one i spent days yearning over, i feel it approaching. it has stayed within, and now the droughts have receded. the sun shone, the moon is crescent, and there's a pole star, up close.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
I will love you, but I’ll never have you.
Not the way your teethy smile lights up your whole face, full of glee.
Not the way your hair blooms in the wind like thousands of flowers in the summer.
Not the way your glasses sit crookedly on your nose, framing your eyes like carefully painted vitrail.
I’ll never have any of that.
And for someone I can’t have,
You sure are good at making me want you.
silver thistle
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
I wish I could let you love me.
I am too afraid of the end.
I will leave before you.
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
Hunger
ravaging hunger.
The desire
the comfort
the pain
the agony
of death
easy, pain
burning, soothed.
I want someone
to stay around.
Told it's a curse
a hoax to avoid.
I want someone
it can be anyone
who lets me
scream
yell
beg
plead
and love
in any way
just let me
feel it,
stop letting me
starve for trust.
kindly valley
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
For a moment, the kitchen opens,
With drinks and laughter, silent walks
on a moonlit path to a home far away.
Two glasses sweating on a table,
a gurgle and little drums on the
high chair.
Wellies wet with mud and rain,
and a playful grunt,
While pouring
in milk to the soft dough.
Teatime chatter and
a golden sky turning a purple hue--
Taking the form
of a sweet spring well spent.
The water stops.
The oven beeps.
The background blurs.
The room closes.
secret moss
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
the desire for freedom.
a soul should not spend
twenty years behind a counter
waiting to become a person.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
Born to be a lover,
Forced to be a yearner,
An ocean of love
Flowing through the veins
Yet starving for one drop of love
From an emotionally
Unavailable Phantom Ghost,
Driving slowly and excruciatingly
To the brinks of madness.
There is no going back
There is no moving forward,
Somewhere stuck in the purgatory.
Sigh.
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
A quiet ache, invisible and deep
I want to feel seen, to be enough,
But I’m loneliest in a room full of people.
Anxiety knots my words, and my smile is thin.
What I want is simple, yet huge:
To belong, to breathe, to feel safe in my skin.
faded lantern
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
I miss what I’ve lost
Shame like fingers around my throat
I crave what I don’t have
Desire like the humming in my chest
I wish for what I never knew
And for what I wish I didn’t
Weariness like a chain dragging me down
What is starting to want in me?
A brilliant question.
One with no answer.
Or maybe…
Too many?
open cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
i taste its absence in the back of my throat. i dont know what i lost, but i know i need it back
open pond
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
I want to be strong
I want for other people to see me and see that I can
That I'm capable
That I'm smart
That I'm more than my blonde hair and sex
Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't
That I'm weak
That I'm not worthy or able
I want to be respected
distant dune
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
I want happiness to last.
For that feeling not to pass.
I want to stop letting people who hurt me into their lives,
Claiming their love is true.
I want to be "normal",
Whatever that means,
And for things to be what they seem.
tiny heron
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
to never leave here
tiny pine
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
To move on from here has become a hunger in me. It's all I think of, yet I see no open door revolving for me. So I linger sometimes in pain as I struggle to move and breathe again and feel free in life once more. Happy inside myself surrounded by peace. Feeling alive as I travel this life I'm
in. I want more than anything to feel free as I once did.
quiet swallow
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
maybe to be someone i am not pretending to be - being happy without masks hiding my pain.
bright reed
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
To be on my own, to do on my own, to figure out on my own. As the teenage years are slowly leaving me I'm starting to want everything my teenage self were too stubborn to just..let. Peace, socialism, a bit of hard work, solving it on my own, crying, saying no when it doesn't feel right. Something in me wants to grow up finally.
brave cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:26 AM UTC
What is starting to want in me?
A life that does not feel borrowed.
A room that feels like mine even when I’m alone in it.
The version of me that writes again without fearing it won’t be good enough.
I think something in me is starving for softness.
For honesty.
For people who do not make me shrink to fit beside them.
And maybe that hunger is not ugly.
Maybe it’s proof I’m still alive enough to want things at all.
wide atlas
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
Unnamed
A lump in my throat.
A smile rising
whenever I see
your words on a page.
A breath caught
when my thoughts wander.
An ache
to touch your hand.
An itch in my fingers
whenever you are away.
A fear
of stepping too close—
of losing you,
or worse,
becoming a ghost
to you.
These feelings
keep gathering,
asking to be named.
Not by you.
By me.
:)
rusted heron
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
I want to be free of all this pain,
yet they use my name in vain.
open meadow
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC
my brain wants freedom
my heart wants love
it seems everything inside me
has something it dreams of
steady pond
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
my fingers itch
at the thought of your hand
near mine
longing to reach out
to hold yours
moonlit hollow
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
In me, a restless fire is learning the difference between being consumed and becoming light
thin dune
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
So much
The Hunger of Youth is insatiable
a fireplace always in need of something to burn
A hand...
A hole...
Money...
Moments...
The difficulty is not in what starts to want
but never hearing what is needed.
Everything you want
ain't good for you...
weary ember
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
I will love you, but I’ll never have you.
Not the way your teethy smile lights up your whole face, full of glee.
Not the way your hair blooms in the wind like thousands of flowers in the summer.
Not the way your glasses sit crookedly on your nose, framing your eyes like carefully painted vitrail.
I’ll never have any of that.
And for someone I can’t have,
You sure are good at making me want you.
silver thistle
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
Hunger
ravaging hunger.
The desire
the comfort
the pain
the agony
of death
easy, pain
burning, soothed.
I want someone
to stay around.
Told it's a curse
a hoax to avoid.
I want someone
it can be anyone
who lets me
scream
yell
beg
plead
and love
in any way
just let me
feel it,
stop letting me
starve for trust.
kindly valley
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
the desire for freedom.
a soul should not spend
twenty years behind a counter
waiting to become a person.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
A quiet ache, invisible and deep
I want to feel seen, to be enough,
But I’m loneliest in a room full of people.
Anxiety knots my words, and my smile is thin.
What I want is simple, yet huge:
To belong, to breathe, to feel safe in my skin.
faded lantern
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
i taste its absence in the back of my throat. i dont know what i lost, but i know i need it back
open pond
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
I want happiness to last.
For that feeling not to pass.
I want to stop letting people who hurt me into their lives,
Claiming their love is true.
I want to be "normal",
Whatever that means,
And for things to be what they seem.
tiny heron
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
To move on from here has become a hunger in me. It's all I think of, yet I see no open door revolving for me. So I linger sometimes in pain as I struggle to move and breathe again and feel free in life once more. Happy inside myself surrounded by peace. Feeling alive as I travel this life I'm
in. I want more than anything to feel free as I once did.
quiet swallow
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
To be on my own, to do on my own, to figure out on my own. As the teenage years are slowly leaving me I'm starting to want everything my teenage self were too stubborn to just..let. Peace, socialism, a bit of hard work, solving it on my own, crying, saying no when it doesn't feel right. Something in me wants to grow up finally.
brave cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:26 AM UTC
Unnamed
A lump in my throat.
A smile rising
whenever I see
your words on a page.
A breath caught
when my thoughts wander.
An ache
to touch your hand.
An itch in my fingers
whenever you are away.
A fear
of stepping too close—
of losing you,
or worse,
becoming a ghost
to you.
These feelings
keep gathering,
asking to be named.
Not by you.
By me.
:)
rusted heron
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
my brain wants freedom
my heart wants love
it seems everything inside me
has something it dreams of
steady pond
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
under the skin of my wrists
a circle around my ankle itches
my lower back aches
mark us with ink and become beautiful
wide magpie
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
Him
I scroll and scroll
Swiping through my feed
To feed my soul, my heart
The one that hungers for me
My teeth set stiff and hard
My pace erratic and on guard
I want him but it's futile
I have lost before I tried
My heart grumbles and rumbles
Clenching at the crumbles
The attention leftovers thrown in charity
I am sad and pathetic, that's your verity
So I scroll and scroll
Hoping you come on my feed
A chicken waiting for her feed
I hunger for your love, for thee
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
my heart, one that used to be an open sore, now echoes deep the same lyrics: a want to want, the sting of asking too much placated by a nursery to keep the selfish hope, a desire to find love, to settle, but not in terms of stories, rather my own. a hunger alike to the one i spent days yearning over, i feel it approaching. it has stayed within, and now the droughts have receded. the sun shone, the moon is crescent, and there's a pole star, up close.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
I wish I could let you love me.
I am too afraid of the end.
I will leave before you.
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
For a moment, the kitchen opens,
With drinks and laughter, silent walks
on a moonlit path to a home far away.
Two glasses sweating on a table,
a gurgle and little drums on the
high chair.
Wellies wet with mud and rain,
and a playful grunt,
While pouring
in milk to the soft dough.
Teatime chatter and
a golden sky turning a purple hue--
Taking the form
of a sweet spring well spent.
The water stops.
The oven beeps.
The background blurs.
The room closes.
secret moss
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
Born to be a lover,
Forced to be a yearner,
An ocean of love
Flowing through the veins
Yet starving for one drop of love
From an emotionally
Unavailable Phantom Ghost,
Driving slowly and excruciatingly
To the brinks of madness.
There is no going back
There is no moving forward,
Somewhere stuck in the purgatory.
Sigh.
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
I miss what I’ve lost
Shame like fingers around my throat
I crave what I don’t have
Desire like the humming in my chest
I wish for what I never knew
And for what I wish I didn’t
Weariness like a chain dragging me down
What is starting to want in me?
A brilliant question.
One with no answer.
Or maybe…
Too many?
open cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
I want to be strong
I want for other people to see me and see that I can
That I'm capable
That I'm smart
That I'm more than my blonde hair and sex
Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't
That I'm weak
That I'm not worthy or able
I want to be respected
distant dune
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
to never leave here
tiny pine
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
maybe to be someone i am not pretending to be - being happy without masks hiding my pain.
bright reed
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
What is starting to want in me?
A life that does not feel borrowed.
A room that feels like mine even when I’m alone in it.
The version of me that writes again without fearing it won’t be good enough.
I think something in me is starving for softness.
For honesty.
For people who do not make me shrink to fit beside them.
And maybe that hunger is not ugly.
Maybe it’s proof I’m still alive enough to want things at all.
wide atlas
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
I want to be free of all this pain,
yet they use my name in vain.
open meadow
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC
my fingers itch
at the thought of your hand
near mine
longing to reach out
to hold yours
moonlit hollow
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:28 AM UTC
Him
I scroll and scroll
Swiping through my feed
To feed my soul, my heart
The one that hungers for me
My teeth set stiff and hard
My pace erratic and on guard
I want him but it's futile
I have lost before I tried
My heart grumbles and rumbles
Clenching at the crumbles
The attention leftovers thrown in charity
I am sad and pathetic, that's your verity
So I scroll and scroll
Hoping you come on my feed
A chicken waiting for her feed
I hunger for your love, for thee
blue stone
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
I will love you, but I’ll never have you.
Not the way your teethy smile lights up your whole face, full of glee.
Not the way your hair blooms in the wind like thousands of flowers in the summer.
Not the way your glasses sit crookedly on your nose, framing your eyes like carefully painted vitrail.
I’ll never have any of that.
And for someone I can’t have,
You sure are good at making me want you.
silver thistle
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC
For a moment, the kitchen opens,
With drinks and laughter, silent walks
on a moonlit path to a home far away.
Two glasses sweating on a table,
a gurgle and little drums on the
high chair.
Wellies wet with mud and rain,
and a playful grunt,
While pouring
in milk to the soft dough.
Teatime chatter and
a golden sky turning a purple hue--
Taking the form
of a sweet spring well spent.
The water stops.
The oven beeps.
The background blurs.
The room closes.
secret moss
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
A quiet ache, invisible and deep
I want to feel seen, to be enough,
But I’m loneliest in a room full of people.
Anxiety knots my words, and my smile is thin.
What I want is simple, yet huge:
To belong, to breathe, to feel safe in my skin.
faded lantern
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
I want to be strong
I want for other people to see me and see that I can
That I'm capable
That I'm smart
That I'm more than my blonde hair and sex
Just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I can't
That I'm weak
That I'm not worthy or able
I want to be respected
distant dune
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:01 PM UTC
To move on from here has become a hunger in me. It's all I think of, yet I see no open door revolving for me. So I linger sometimes in pain as I struggle to move and breathe again and feel free in life once more. Happy inside myself surrounded by peace. Feeling alive as I travel this life I'm
in. I want more than anything to feel free as I once did.
quiet swallow
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
What is starting to want in me?
A life that does not feel borrowed.
A room that feels like mine even when I’m alone in it.
The version of me that writes again without fearing it won’t be good enough.
I think something in me is starving for softness.
For honesty.
For people who do not make me shrink to fit beside them.
And maybe that hunger is not ugly.
Maybe it’s proof I’m still alive enough to want things at all.
wide atlas
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
my brain wants freedom
my heart wants love
it seems everything inside me
has something it dreams of
steady pond
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
under the skin of my wrists
a circle around my ankle itches
my lower back aches
mark us with ink and become beautiful
wide magpie
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
So much
The Hunger of Youth is insatiable
a fireplace always in need of something to burn
A hand...
A hole...
Money...
Moments...
The difficulty is not in what starts to want
but never hearing what is needed.
Everything you want
ain't good for you...
weary ember
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC
I wish I could let you love me.
I am too afraid of the end.
I will leave before you.
late kestrel
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:15 PM UTC
the desire for freedom.
a soul should not spend
twenty years behind a counter
waiting to become a person.
thin cloud
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 10:11 AM UTC
I miss what I’ve lost
Shame like fingers around my throat
I crave what I don’t have
Desire like the humming in my chest
I wish for what I never knew
And for what I wish I didn’t
Weariness like a chain dragging me down
What is starting to want in me?
A brilliant question.
One with no answer.
Or maybe…
Too many?
open cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
I want happiness to last.
For that feeling not to pass.
I want to stop letting people who hurt me into their lives,
Claiming their love is true.
I want to be "normal",
Whatever that means,
And for things to be what they seem.
tiny heron
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
maybe to be someone i am not pretending to be - being happy without masks hiding my pain.
bright reed
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 4:55 AM UTC
Unnamed
A lump in my throat.
A smile rising
whenever I see
your words on a page.
A breath caught
when my thoughts wander.
An ache
to touch your hand.
An itch in my fingers
whenever you are away.
A fear
of stepping too close—
of losing you,
or worse,
becoming a ghost
to you.
These feelings
keep gathering,
asking to be named.
Not by you.
By me.
:)
rusted heron
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 7:28 PM UTC
In me, a restless fire is learning the difference between being consumed and becoming light
thin dune
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
my heart, one that used to be an open sore, now echoes deep the same lyrics: a want to want, the sting of asking too much placated by a nursery to keep the selfish hope, a desire to find love, to settle, but not in terms of stories, rather my own. a hunger alike to the one i spent days yearning over, i feel it approaching. it has stayed within, and now the droughts have receded. the sun shone, the moon is crescent, and there's a pole star, up close.
warm garden
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC
Hunger
ravaging hunger.
The desire
the comfort
the pain
the agony
of death
easy, pain
burning, soothed.
I want someone
to stay around.
Told it's a curse
a hoax to avoid.
I want someone
it can be anyone
who lets me
scream
yell
beg
plead
and love
in any way
just let me
feel it,
stop letting me
starve for trust.
kindly valley
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
Born to be a lover,
Forced to be a yearner,
An ocean of love
Flowing through the veins
Yet starving for one drop of love
From an emotionally
Unavailable Phantom Ghost,
Driving slowly and excruciatingly
To the brinks of madness.
There is no going back
There is no moving forward,
Somewhere stuck in the purgatory.
Sigh.
wandering ridge
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 12:50 AM UTC
i taste its absence in the back of my throat. i dont know what i lost, but i know i need it back
open pond
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
to never leave here
tiny pine
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
To be on my own, to do on my own, to figure out on my own. As the teenage years are slowly leaving me I'm starting to want everything my teenage self were too stubborn to just..let. Peace, socialism, a bit of hard work, solving it on my own, crying, saying no when it doesn't feel right. Something in me wants to grow up finally.
brave cedar
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 3:26 AM UTC
I want to be free of all this pain,
yet they use my name in vain.
open meadow
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:26 PM UTC