#deepthought
i am either an extroverted introvert
OR
an introverted extrovert
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
that night,
i was brewing coffee in my favorite mug,
then began knitting another homemade scarf
while soft songs played in the background.
my mind began to wander—
is this the life i chose,
or one that was chosen for me?
this so-called unhealthy relationship...
i wondered:
is he thinking of me, smiling?
or wearing that same blank expression
he always gave
whenever we had another
boring conversation?
i began to ask myself:
have i wasted my time
on something i never truly liked?
have i wasted my years
on something i’ll always regret?
have i wasted my tears
on something i could never hold or reach?
or worse—
have i given up my soul and freedom
for something that never truly existed?
and yet,
i’m still sitting here
with my coffee,
knitting
another useless scarf
i’ll never wear.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
"CAUTION:
We live in a two-dimensional world;
we are not used to depth."
Mar 21, 2025
Mar 21, 2025 at 5:17 AM UTC
Deep in the Now,
there exists a kind of woman,
often attacked,
and sometimes rejected.
A warrior soul,
independent, rebellious,
the feminine in its purest state,
untamed and free.
She is the one
who left Eden,
forsaking the comfort of man
to carve her own path.
They say she was born
from Adam’s dust,
but made of pure energy
and empowerment.
She is where
the deepest passions
and the hidden faces emerge.
She is where life’s wounds,
fears, and shadows are faced,
where lost power is reclaimed.
A beautiful woman,
but I prefer her in the streets.
Because in my bed,
I want the one who surrenders,
the one who loves.
The one who cares for me,
and lets me care for her,
who speaks to me
through true communication.
And after long conversations,
time slips away unnoticed.
A beautiful woman,
in her fire and her calm,
Lilith in the streets, Eve at home.
Not because man commands it,
but because that is where she finds her balance.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
You handed over the pieces
of your life without hesitation
your breath, your time,
your love,
because that’s what you thought love was.
Not once did you think to keep
anything for yourself.
You reached in and revealed
these pieces of yourself over time,
wrapping them in your skin,
your time, your love.
I didn’t need all the pieces
that you gave me
those you gave because you thought it was love.
I won’t let you do it.
I cannot.
Regardless of how much you give,
if I am hungry, I will not take
without replenishing what is given.
If I am thirsty, I will not bathe
in what is excess.
I, too, will hand over the pieces
of my life,
because, as hard as it is to accept,
the truth is we do not truly own anything.
just enough to feel the space
where the years seem to fly by.
Something that connects us both.
You handed over the pieces
of your life,
and I promise to care for and love them,
because I believe it’s something you just do.
Just as I believe in welcoming you
to live and breathe in the pieces of my life.
I too will live, breathe, and drown
in you
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
I started to text you but it was late.
My heart made me feel like it just couldn’t wait.
There’s been so much silence between us yet my mouth has so much to say.
Hiding how I feel within because it’s not like you care anyway.
Random meme’s on IG remind me that it’s time to let you go.
How can I just ignore you?
I don’t know how to put on a show.
My feelings for you are so real.
I wish you’d be vulnerable first and tell me how you feel.
Cause right now my “too much pride”is all in the way.
If I let these walls fall down baby I’d beg you to stay.
Are you on the other end erasing unsent messages too?
Maybe you’ve dialed my number & hung up before you could express “I love you.”
Will our egos be our ultimate demise?
I can only sit here and hope that you somehow hear my cry….
Don’t let go.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 1:04 AM UTC
I’ve had times in my life that make me unworthy.
I’ve committed acts that make people what to swerve me.
Knowing what I know now,
and if I could do back to the days of early,
Would I still be so undeserving?
Or would the world serve me?
Would I be a king?
Or just another urchin?
Worrying about it now will never serve me.
So I try to make my future work for me.
Push on forwards, keep on fighting.
Maybe one day I will do the right thing.
And if I don’t at least I tried,
I’ll be able to say that on the day I die.
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC
We allow the wicked run
Kills us rather slow
Through the lights behind our thumbs
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
And like that she became wet.
********** before she bathed in the storm.
Umbrella left home, by the door.
She wanted to be cleansed.
Clothes thrown to the side.
Where's the fun in being dry.
To rush every moment that craves to be moist.
Splashing in puddle after puddle.
The Infatuation of being free.
The depth of being caught in a portrait just before it drys.
Covered in layer after layer of heavy blue.
A foam of white.
A kiss that quenches every thirst.
Our lips the brush that sops the wetness.
Forever more.
To purposely be caught without an umbrella
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 12:36 PM UTC
In monumental testament.
I grabbed a bottle and began to fill it with notes.
In times where reassurance was needed most I replaced the contains of the bottle with thoughts.
Unable to speak in a time where actions proved to speak louder.
Hesitant eyes that waited for reply. Drawing a blank where silence seemed ideal.
On one of the notes I drew a ship on the front and back of it. Sliding it in the middle of the bottle.
Shaking the bottle up and down, I watched it shift back and forth in wave after wave of loose strips of paper.
Rough torn edges, uneven chunks of paper.
Considering myself human for the most part. Taking a minute to walk across the shore.
Watching a ship sail it's maiden voyage.
Blue lines, the smell of paper.
The sound of waves crashing against the sides of the ship.
Sitting down along the side of the shore. Watching a ship caught in a storm of paper.
Reassuringly gathering my thoughts.
The ship drawn perfectly, setting sail across the depth of the bottle.
Leaned upright, splashing down on one note or another.
Following my first mind I sat the bottle on a stack of books.
I still wasn't ready to talk
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
Who are you when you're alone? Who are you when you're surrounded by people? Who are you becoming?
Are you listening to all the voices in your head? Are you the same person in the daytime versus the night?
When you look up at the sky, do you see blue or do you see gray? When you look in the mirror, do you see beauty or do you see shame? Do you ever notice the differences between the person you were yesterday & the person you are today?
Can you remember the last time you went out & didn't get wasted? Can you say you spend more time on your phone than in your own embrace? Can you even recall the last time you woke up happy?
Tell me, who are you when no one else is around? If you're honest with yourself, you'll realize we all have parts of us that are frail & broken. That's one thing we'll always have in common. If you come in contact with someone who tells you anything different, run.
I'm not afraid to share my story, neither should you be. Life is freely given to us by grace not by privilege. Don't ever get that twisted.
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
My wounds go deeper then the ones on my wrist
My scars hurt more than the blood on my wrist
My tears won't fall, I'm emotionally conflicted
While inflicting this pain is my most sincere addiction
It hurts so much, I just want to cut deeper
Bleeding out, awaiting the arrival of the reaper
Scars so deep, I no longer care to smile
Wishing I could slip away for a while
To fade away, leave my troubles behind
Only if the voices in my head were as kind
Wishing for the time my body decays
That is when I live my final day
When family and friends all beg me to stay
Most importantly its when my scars fade
AWAY
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
You are my everything.
You heal me of my internal wounds
Relax and relieve me from the days stress
You block out all negativity in my life
And swerve away my press
When we touch we merge together to form one being
Although your person is small enough to fit in my pocket
Your soul surpass mines and when we're together we're equal
Soaring up like a rocket
And you and I are unstoppable...
Until we hit a comet and your left brain stops working. .
Then I'm forced to find another more suitable to please all my needs
But I still got love and hope for you and me
And you and I and I can't do it
I feel so stupid without my music
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm truly am
But I need new earbuds to put it.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
In the process of living only the dead have won.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
Once an addict always an addict
And I'm back in the attic
Blowing dust off picture frames and knickknacks
Stirring up old feelings and panic attacks
These memories so fragile
These demons so quick and agile
None of it ever goes away
Just covered until a cloudy day
When my soul decides to do some housekeeping
But this is something no spring cleaning
Could ever completely sanitize
Until I come to realize
That this is no longer me
Just remnants of what I used to be
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
She has a way of tormenting you
In every direction you try take
She gives you a curfew
Hoping, probing, that you, too, slip through the cracks.
I wanted to be a astronaut
To explore the universe
To find my destiny
Through the black hole
And out
Spaghettified or not
When my now cuffed-mind
Soared the air
With wings dispersed in the wind
Still when she didn't care
And thought I was harmless
She tried shooting me down
And got one through a wing
Now I think I want to be an accountant
Mediocre and sane
But who wants to have sanity
When you can be in it?
So I crashed into Hyperion
And as high as I am
She still sends her vicious winds
To try and cut me down
But her torment crafts precious stones
So in the interim
I'll hold on
Hoping that I can un-cuff my mind
Keeping a birds-eye view
Like a leopard waiting for its ****
So that one day
I can glide the universe
Wings distributed out wide
Skillful and experienced
So she can never shoot me down
Now
Perched on Hyperion
Patient and vigilant
I wait
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Where did the innocence go?
Doves turned to ravens,
Juicesboxes turned to bottles,
Toxic beverages leaving poisoned bodies to roam these streets,
Possessing personalities of ********
Suckers turned to joints,
The high replaced the feeling of love,
Which could propel you to places beyond any hallucination,
Virgins mimicked, giggled at,
Wide eyed stares penetrate their skin as they stroll on streets,
Whispers fill rooms as their sealed bodies strut,
Jealous viewers stand, shattered,
With no purity to share with their loved ones.
Thinking their assets can be displayed for the public to adjudicate,
Maybe we're to young to know about love,
We're young, yes we are.
But what good is a young nation,
With poisoned , broken youth.
What good is a nation with no future leaders.
So I'm asking, where did the innocence go?
Tell me so I can know.
So I can replace the demons that lurk in these infants,
With the innocence that should gleam,
From their flesh.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
What if there was no light,
No inclination to fight,
Mountains, all feasible to climb;
To be in anyplace, and anytime.
What if love was a verb,
No pitfalls, no feelings to curb,
True loves lost in abyss,
No one to meet nor miss.
What if death was avoidable,
and people weren't exploitable,
Earth as Eden;
No sin, no wrong, even.
What if sadness was eliminated,
No choice debated,
Just action, speaking before thinking,
Leaving all people sinking.
For death is still a shadow,
The bite-mark is in the apple.
Love is fate,
ships of sadness and pain:
Humanity as the first mate.
Always surrounded with quandary and question...
But one thing yet to mention:
Eliminate all questions of "what if" in mind,
Then there shall be answers to find.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 10:01 PM UTC
nothing speaks
like silence
the build up
of emotion
how it sets you
in a state
of deep thought
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:11 AM UTC