#firstpost
I wanna be high on the star dust of love,
floating above the atmosphere from the taste of your lips,
yet still held against the Earth by your tight embrace.
A hug so warm that the sun needn't have cause to exist.
A love that allows me to lose myself in the black hole of my mind,
while still feeling secure enough not to be ****** in by its unique gravitational pull.
I want to be able to have my stomach rotate within itself when around you,
and most importantly I would love not to have to do so in silence,
light years away from you,
caught in a terrible case of inertia.
But rather have my whole world orbit around your extraterrestrial existence,
no matter what phase you are in,
or how whole you feel nor how large your shadow cast.
-Love E.S.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
Still Here:
I don’t owe anyone an explanation
Not for my fake smile, not for my silence, not for the nights I can’t find sleep
People look at me and think they know
But they don’t feel the noise in here
The looping thoughts, the heaviness that drags me under
The ache I’ve carried longer than I can remember
Being alive hurts
It’s not about surviving, it’s about feeling everything too much
The grief that clings, the joy that slips away too fast
Sometimes I wonder if I’m stitched together by all the things I’ve lost
If that’s all healing really is
Learning to walk with holes where pieces used to be
I get tired of pretending
Tired of acting like I’m not cracked, like I’ve figured it out
Because I haven’t
Some days just getting out of bed feels like a war no one sees
And I want to scream that existing shouldn’t be this hard
But then the quiet comes and I remember if it hurts this much, it means I’m still here
It means I still care
Healing isn’t clean
It’s bleeding into my own hands and still choosing to keep going
It’s sitting in the dark and waiting for a reason
And maybe that reason is that the sun always comes up
Whether I want it to or not
I don’t need anyone to name me
I don’t need them to understand
This is my life, messy, scarred, and unfinished
But it’s mine
And if that’s what it means to be alive
Then I will take it and embrace it
Even with the grief
Even with the ache
Even with all of it
-Jacob Malone
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 12:12 AM UTC
In the emptiness of consciousness,
Thoughts swallow us whole
Just as we swallow thoughts.
As we swallow thoughts,
Dreams torment us,
Seeping into tortured
Bones.
Your own skeleton will claw at your
Skin.
(The cold burns,
Doesn't it?)
Undead brains are for undead bodies,
While agonized thoughts belong to
Agonized heads.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC
i feel so incredibly alone
like every breath in is suffocated by my loneliness
and every exhale is a shallow wisp into the void
to which i am alone
unseen and unheard
for the entire infinity of this mind that may just be limited to this life time
it still feels so real
and it feels so inescapable
and i feel so powerless
that i cannot even rest
Dec 27, 2023
Dec 27, 2023 at 3:04 AM UTC
What a tragedy it is—
To find love where you are not wanted.
To know peace while waging war.
To be a raging fire—frozen in place.
Oh what a tragedy it is—
—to be whole but forever incomplete.
What a tragedy it is—
To be loved yet still lash out with lust.
To own peace but still hunger for war.
To have absolute control.
—To give up your soul.
Oh what a tragedy it is—
—to think free will the same as freedom.
What a tragedy it is—
To have never tasted love or felt it’s touch.
To be without it’s sparkle and still wander the darkness.
To yearn for something you cannot imagine.
To crave passion and embrace—
Words to describe things you cannot.
Oh what a tragedy it is—
—to know love, only as something you’ve never had.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
It seems nothing is so beguiling as it appears,
Feels like I'm looking at some void;
Enwrapped in the nothingness of time,
My heart yearns for euphoria,
To enliven the wearied ardor for it's being.
I keep calling out,
Even though there's noone to hear me;
Wondering if there's something missing in my orison.
Yet I feel a personage telling me not to give up,
That in the fullness of time we'll thrive;
So I'll keep trying ,
Even if I'm besieged by nothing,
I'll sojourn with gaiety,
Keeping that love right within me.
The path may seem meandering into nihility,
Yet I'll go on,
Engraved may, through my footsteps
Remain forever our favorite song.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 2:33 PM UTC
I have wept in my mother's sorrows
In tears of those of lost and labored-
That life is waster when settled,
And regretted when hated.
The drugs have never covered-
They will never coat the fear that lives inside of you;
And the bottle that I've used to block the days before me
Have left me in depths of hollow and confusion,
To which the sky says yet again when I'm on my knees and looking for an answer-
I have yet to find but more questions.
This reflection I stand before shows more than I know;
Or wish to see,
Open your eyes and break the dark uncertainty.
~Bre Womble
5/29/19
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
Interestingly enough
(I miss you)
Mayhaps love
Is not the
Solution to all the problems in the world but the,
Specific cause, creating a problematic
(I miss you)
Yearning of the soul that creates issues as dark as
Obsidian, or could it be that love will never be
Understood
I miss you
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
The sky and the stars
Bring out most of all,
The knight is silent
Even during they day
They lie there wide awake,
Hiding from the light of day
This constant darkness consumes everything in its site
But not ours.
Unite these dreams and shine true.
The abyss of night is always true.
The sun will rise again for some of us.
Let that be enough to grow you passions from seeds to roots
And those roots will set your foundation.
A bold knight will shine in armor one day,
Just as a flower will sprout
A relationship will blossom
If only for me but a mouse
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 1:17 AM UTC
I fantasyse a fodder/
who myght feeed mye goost/
amende it atnyght/
when thee darke nd dreade onlee drenche/
nd drowne my hart in sorowe/
I am lost/
softlye now tale me/
all thee preteee thyngs I wont to heere/
tale me/
you love me/
that I am evrythynge u’ve wonted neer/
that mye prestencts dose not
alarm you/
that thes sun is bryght/ yellow/
fool of energee nd lyfe/
that you are proud/
of me/ not ashamed/
of my bryght colers/
tell me you love me
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC
I got strong feelings
More likely messages
Delivered by Hermes from the sky
It says
The world is huge
Don’t get lost
Find a way
Don’t leave it
Try to stay
So
I found a direction
It’s love
Love for you
For my beautiful
Truly true
Another message
And
It says
It’s right
It’s everlasting
It’s wonderful and fascinating
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC
"8th March 2018
A pen found its ink
A purpose found its man
Art,
The mother of all that's beautiful
brought me a gift
A life skill that would be my passage of lift
He came to life in unhealthy mental weathers,
his soul was birthed in shabby unearthly waters
and bound to mine
in an everlasting covalence.
he was given to me an agent of healing – an outlet,
a living freedom;
a drain for my pain,
a gift and a curse he is a stain on the domain of my name – but
I take pride in our duality,
my existence paradigm was on the edge of a cliff
suicidal - I lay on my back under the roof
of a gloomy identity
my name and my frame
soaked in melancholia of a quantity
that exceeds the infinite.
DEAR WORDSMITH
You and I
Are a year older
I am a decade wiser
I can feel it in my hair
the truth in its absolute quintessence
is a universe closer.
The way you hold my mind in your gloves
gives me sleepless nights and faceless days
but who am I to question my panacea?
I promise I will make the most of what we can be.
A savior, a tutor, a sage
My poet, my light, my flame, my light.
WordSmith_Wiz
03/08/2019
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Hello my old friend,
Never thought we'd meet again.
In this place you call home,
I've now returned to claim as my own.
I remember it well,
The hallow pit where I once fell,
This deep dark alone,
I found truth in these walls of stone.
You warned of outside
The perils of hope
The deceit of trust
And promise's rope...
A noose to bind and hang in dread,
I've now returned, broken and dead.
Will you take me in and stay with me?
Take away the fear and the lies that be?
Keep me safe in our hidden lair
You're all that I have...
My friend despair.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
Hey there, hear my sad story
I walk through this ghost town, my head hung low and my eyes weary
My 6 string hangs around my shoulder
The lights dim and the air grows colder
I find a rusty old chair lying
Creaking and wobbling, this old chair is crying
And I start to play the tunes of my sad old heart
Where do I start?
A boy once lived in a far away land
Roamed the deserts filled with sand
On a winter eve he set on a journey
To find magic and live in harmony
He walked and walked until the sun went down
He walked past every town
No magic did he ever find
A pain in his heart, that couldn’t be left behind
Alone did he ever run
Not a single soul, he could call a loved one
Now he roams the streets with a 6 string
Living a life without meaning
Craving for the day he has since been longing
Nor magic nor harmony will he ever find
This is a cruel world that is not so kind
So I sing the songs of my sad old heart
Until the day my heart falls apart
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
Flying Out
Climbing through stars
Now that I'm here, this far out
Can't seem to be knocked down
Don't want to climb down
When its you that you're higher
So high lights drown
I guess, I didn't grow any wiser
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
You see me in most young teens
I'm the thing haunting their dreams,
But not all is not what it seems,
I'm just like any other,
I even have a brother,
Guess what my name is,
What let me answer it for you,
I'm depression and my brother anxiety,
We walk throughout society,
Embodied within everyone and well,
Our job is to make life a living hell,
The beauty of it all,
You can seek help
But we remain,
To haunt you once again
Whether shine or rain.
We’re gonna be there
So grip your bear tonight.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
Dwarfed by concrete and steel, I struggle to
catch, to grasp that which has been stolen by
swift phantom hands and soft dying light who
whisper, caress, remind. They draw my eye
to the setting sun, the dying fire,
the phoenix’s last embers burning out.
The day’s enchantment will soon expire.
Lips drawn down, brows furrowing in a pout.
The same spectral breezes tug on my shirt,
Pull me towards the tracks that lead me home.
Night sweeps across the sky in silken skirts,
richly colored, bejewelled with precious stones.
I must hurry. Must leave promptly, before
Night regresses into a ****** *****
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
There once was a man
Who only thought about things
And never thought that things
Never thought about him.
He clamors to the thought
Of having more things
Without giving his things
A thought.
The sun would rise
The moon would set
The moon would rise
The sun would set
Another day passes
Without a thought
Till all there was left
Was his things.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
Why won't you say a single thing?
One word.
So I can understand
what you're going through
or how much of it is true
The things people tell me
make me hurt for you
I mean
You can't eat, You can't sleep,
You can't even grieve
What DO you feel?
How often does this repeat?
If you can reach
I want you to grab my hand
I can pull you out
But you have to be on your feet
Understand?
I don't like you
You don't like me
But if it's you I'm without
I doubt...
Please!
Be tame
Help me help you
We're one and the same
You know my name
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
Lost
I feel lost at every trickle
The water is cold tonight
The moment I went backwards
I realized once again my plans have been ruined
In the ruin I seek pity
Not because of the bright glare
Because of the glamour
Nothing else could feel this wrong
As my mind is wrapped in torment
I still think about my loss
How can I regain that trust back
How can I turn it back into a tune
Darkness in my thoughts
I go on with my day
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
I wish
I was your
lucky coffee mug
so that I could kiss
your succulent lips, and
make you feel my warmth.
Each time, in the earliest
rush of the mornings;
and every night you
feel the coldness,
my darling. I
wish I was
there.
— ibcn
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
You're now a villain
In the tale you used to star
The staled heroine
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC