#familydynamics
After every courtroom dinner session,
the night weeps long.
Pages confess how life keeps getting it wrong.
Shh… shh… coffee whispers into a mug like a black hole.
Water taps a single beat, dancing with remnants of tears on the wet sink.
Hunger dies when kindness
does not live in eyes.
The poor thing searches for anything, wishing the brain would forget how to think.
The mind roams into a fog of Spotify
no music brings sleep in a thousand blinks.
Footsteps heavy,
throat burning like last night’s gravy.
Welcome back to the same chair
with the scar of tomorrow.
Where is the heart?
It feels hollow.
A broken plate.
A bent spoon.
Nothing tastes like food.
“Don’t waste it! You ungrateful.”
“We provide , such a worthless mess.”
That’s when a tiny plant learned to ask for water less.
Mind wants to drift away just like a bird.
Song on mute, forever unheard.
In a loop, it is stuck , I must swallow.
Whispers in the dark pass through a worn-out pillow.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:36 PM UTC
She is seventeen - not quite a girl,
He sees this
*A pat on the ***
The not-quite-girl whirls back
"I'm not comfortable with that, "
He looks at her then,
And almost....scoffs
"What? It's just a butt."
Her spine stiffens—
She does not laugh.
And even before this -
Hands on her waist
A hand, resting on her
collarbone
Fingers tucked underneath
the collar of her shirt
She moves it away -
He moves it back
There are fingers on her
sternum now,
nearly touching her breast
*And then he touched her *******
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
I come home a foreigner.
The sun is warm and welcoming,
But the environment has changed.
Curiosity is beckoning,
But with gentle eyes.
I come home changed.
Last time I was more timid,
This time, a little stronger.
Last time I thought my weaknesses were insipid,
This time, I claim them as a part of me —
I come home curious,
As to what it might be, I ponder.
The family dynamics.
The opportunities that I may squander,
In fear of becoming my truest self.
I come home braver.
Even though on the outside I may be frailer,
Even though.
I might not be, but opportunities I can tailor,
So, it is with courage I move forward.
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 1:09 AM UTC
The day has come
We will meet
Most of us
Can we all sustain
Our intentions or bust
Can we find intimate moments
Where we share pain and guilt
Where we find joy and happiness
Where we rekindle our trust
Can we walk side by side
Feeling close and be fine
Where we want to lead and to follow
All the same in one steps time
No annoyance uninhibited laughter
Give us a few hours
We rebuild
There is still one central figure
When we part
We hope we are all in this guild
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC