#emotionalwaves
Show up for yourself: a slight show-off…
a showboat, afloat on the current of emotions
that try to capsize you. I inhale, and it tastes
amazing; carrying moist lips, saliva sweet
with self-speech— I speak greatly of myself
...until the praise turns on me.
Pleasure makes me weak; a whole week
overwhelmed by the sound of my own name.
A beautiful wound— I swallow you whole;
heart first… through my chest and echo.
Once an innocent body, screaming into a room
that only learned to listen after it heard noise.
Group texts succeeds and grow grotesque;
to **** seeds from something meant to grow—
spitting flowers onto ground that forgot how to hope.
In the pursuit of self-gratification, beauty becomes
something we surrender; the grandest role—
the Pretender.
I am a quiet Avenger with no team to assemble;
just mirrors to remember what I resemble.
To consider me showing skin and scars alike;
like confidence cut short— a skirt too brief
to hide the hurt.
Short on time, tall on pride— quick to climb,
faster to hide; keen to seek, but softer to speak,
voicing the meek with a voice that leaks before
it thinks.
Deep breath in— take it all, child…
this life doesn’t perform, it reveals.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
Why are these sudden emotions
revolving inside me now,
when my whole life was the same —
nothing special happened before,
nothing’s happening now,
and nothing seems likely to change ahead?
Yet somehow,
my heart feels heavier tonight.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
Oh, the fragile taste of love—
Sick of love, minus the love sickness,
Sea-sick, bracing through someone
Else’s emotional waves, especially
Daily texts that land like silence
In a forest of dead branches
Let’s leave the small talk—
"Oh, how was your day"
I really won’t feel your words,
but I’ll answer them anyway
_To keep in touch_
Feel insecure with every hug,
Cut my tongue, bruise my lips —
I don’t taste much love anymore,
Excuse my __Glass Teeth.__
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
Half asleep, yet wide awake,
Dreams of you I still partake.
I wish to speak, to hear you near,
But silence is all I hold dear.
In quiet nights, your thought won’t break.
A haunting peace I cannot shake.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
I found you in fragments,
not in face—but in feeling.
In verses you left on passing winds,
soft, sorrow-laced, and healing.
A selenophile’s sigh beneath moonlight,
your words, aching like autumn’s breath—
and I? Just a stranger
who mistook your sadness for depth.
I wrote not to be seen,
but to leave a trace in your night.
A quiet thought, a flicker—
never meant to become your spotlight.
But maybe I lingered too long,
near a silence not mine to keep.
Stepped into spaces meant for no one,
where your shadows learn to sleep.
And now I retreat, with hands in pockets,
like an evening walk gone still—
where I should've just sat beside,
not stirred a soul against its will.
So take these words like rain on stone,
they'll vanish before they stain.
Maybe it’s guilt, maybe it’s overthinking—
or maybe... just love without a name.
This is the last you’ll hear from me,
no echoes, no reply—
just a soft goodbye folded in poetry,
and a hope that you reach the sky
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 1:09 PM UTC