#grown
We can listen and think at once,
extending mind into your future which
is my future, and all our fellow Earthians future,
Now, digestible a day at a time, which
becomes an instance of instances rethinkable
Performer norms professionally
plaited and also rethinkable,
offered any worbivore,
take and eat
agnostics
gnoshit
hmms
in the assumed consumption scarcity,
we have far too many little books
to ever read, bringing belly bitterness
as we resume our gaseous weform and pass on
we need critical thinking dung beetles
for the collective conscience encrusted
with predigested prognosis
of more terror
to come.
Quiet, in between time running line
upon line, precept upon precept,
continuous wave, bits in winds
Great books, plus good news, plus patience
tune ever knowing to ever learning definite science
the spirit of a maddened crowd collecting around me,
usual right way we may seek consensus, weformation
in formation, arranged and cross referenced at hand,
in literal true words we must each define to digest,
with a flick of a finger I may imagine I listen to Isaiah,
and I can hear three voices, because I learned to see,
first, see here, my literal instance in happiness pursuit,
present in the unstill reality of weformations in time,
we who breathe in and out under the ordinary sky,
we… the mature, past fructification abscissions.
Words formed from consciousness, paid at aimed at
tensions hooked to sneaking suspicions, lingering lies.
When these fingers developed this muscle memory,
I can remember posing, supposed to be sleeping,
several times, instances, sorted on that behavior,
kept secret, only me and those I did or did not deceive
know, secretly we might say, hey, is this your spirit
thinking I did that, a time or two, played possum
for some kid thought I thought the right thing to do.
We have, late in good life,
been made good by having virtues,
behaviors mankind have, vir is all our kind, virtues
grant us our engineering virginity we be like laks, bugs
that generate shellac, or mollusks that make pearls,
what one fingerprinting realization literally leads to
is what we have today, rationalizing access to truth,
what we learn as we live
after finding our way,
to be honed most edgewise point
to pierce disagreeable bubbles
from under
into the bubble we all
breathe and have our being in.
First the point,
then the blade, then
the full corn in the ear… ground to flour
anointed with water and leavened in minutes
then presented as playing patty cake… remember
the long forgotten feeding ritual in time past.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC
I don’t just give my love—I pour it in full,
Lay bare my truth with no fear, no empty pull.
Not holding back, I’m steady, solid, unafraid,
Every word a promise, every action obeyed.
I'll lift you higher than what you have known,
Carry your dreams and make them my own.
When life brings storms, I stand at your side,
Unshaken, unwavering—your champion, your pride.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Through highs, through lows, I will not let you down.
No guessing, no games, just love that is true—
Because every piece of my best belongs to you.
I have walked through fire, bent but not broken,
Turned pain into power with every vow spoken.
I bring you my heart, my strength, my plan—
Love proven in motion, giving you the best I am.
When life grows heavy, I shoulder that weight,
Become your shelter, your calm, your own safe place.
I do not just promise—I show what I do,
My best only matters when it is lived through you.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Tested by pressure, still holding my ground.
Not hope, not habit, not words I defend
This is commitment that holds to the very end.
I have carried burdens that tried to undo me,
Learned who I was when the cost became too deep.
Every scar, every prayer, every stand I have made
Led me to love without fear or evade.
I give you all of me—heart, soul, and crown,
Not to be saved, not to be found.
I stand here complete, no part held apart—
I will be made whole by the way I give you my heart.
I am not perfect, but I am aligned,
Rooted in truth, not running from time.
The future is ours because I choose to stand—
Not giving you pieces,
But giving you all that I am.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 6:42 PM UTC
You've changed so much, I don't recognize you We're so out of touch, maybe I changed, not you You don't want me to grow, you know it's true but I already know you don't want me to outgrow you
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
I remember most things,
Sights, smells, sounds
It goes by unhurried,
Like a river flows leisurely
How I would complain about being small,
How I would complain about being big
How my real problems were fantasies,
How they were irrelevant
The in between has passed,
I’m tumbling now
Like a boulder rolling down a hill,
No longer in place
My problems are grown,
Important, unavoidable
Running isn’t an option,
It will never be an option again
“Value your youth,” I was once told,
I took for granted what I shouldn’t
Now stuck with regrets,
No more ease, no more chances...
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
I expected it to be gradual,
Like feel every day of my life,
Watching the sun rise then sets,
But then I become 25,
After a nap the length of my childhood.
Once upon a time I was guided to walk,
To learn in school with a teacher,
With classmates to learn with me,
So I learned better through them,
With some friends I had fun with.
I used to write so much,
A lot of thoughts with little words,
So smart, so creative, so brave,
But then I got here,
Barely spilling time to be me.
Why do I feel so empty,
When I have a life so full.
A love strong to waive my mistakes,
A home to keep other worries out,
And a job to do that pays well.
I travel and dive to the oceans,
I drive to the far high roads,
I fly to more islands,
But then I go home and think,
Why am I still sad?
Maybe this is growing,
The uncomfortable phase of consciousness,
When you think more of the things to do,
Than just doing it,
Always with fear of getting it wrong.
Because for the first time ever,
You are alone and fully responsible,
For your whole being,
And it is scary,
Growing up is scary.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
The days come and go,
so does my shadow
with night and day,
I've grown, grown big
to want a husband and children,
without the sun's warm embrace,
I've followed life,
living with principle
and my words, to their abode;
I'm a woman now,
my mother's hands smaller than mine,
I'm a woman,
the mirror paints her beautiful,
The days are long gone,
those days I miss and my head
can't twist back enough to recall them,
This, this is sadness.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 4:55 PM UTC
My sanity is gone
tired of being the pawn
it's only bones on the lawn
with spite in each bone
it's alter ego is all alone
my insanity is grown
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 1:04 AM UTC
I saw one dandelion in a field of frost.
It wasn’t dead, alive of course.
I didn’t pluck it from the ground
Or even make wishes to benefit from this astonishment.
And if you can survive
Keep turning heads.
Keep removing stress.
Keep making everyone’s life get better when there’s a trace of you.
You might be scared at times
But I’m right here.
Oh, I’m right here by your side.
You don’t have to cry, dandelion.
Dec 13, 2021
Dec 13, 2021 at 6:19 PM UTC
The drops are so much deeper,
and the highs aren't high at all.
Ongoing expectant measures listed,
of these persistent calls to pressure.
To fill a frame that's drained,
when switching off is no longer an option.
Are these real problems or signs of age?
Before was easier, yesterday simpler,
but would the early days help to mould,
when you've already grown from there.
Late observations of missed play,
a rug pull calls out the fool to vacate.
As we're a little bitter in vain,
there's no sweetness today.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 12:06 PM UTC
We've all imagined
Wedding dresses and vails
growing up
losing our pig-tails and overalls
trading them in for
beach waves and crop tops
only for the person in our
Reflection
to turn into a complete
s t r a n g e r
staring blank faced at a girl you can't recognize anymore
drawing imaginary lines on our bodies with our eyes
cutting away the imperfections with
our hands shaped as
scissors,
wishing
we could look like
the models in the magazines
or
the actresses on the tv screens
But, society tells us
we can Never be
Skinny
enough
Never be
Pretty
enough
That our features will
NEVER
be
Good
e n o u g h
Because the girl in the mirror who has lost all hope
can Never amount to
what we have been taught from the time we could
walk and talk
what beautiful is;
We went from carefree children
to teens who are
depressed and anxious
all the time
most of us addicted to Nicotine and Alcohol
our parents tell us to smile and quit with the attitudes
but behind closed doors we criticize ourselves
enough
The little girl in her pigtails
playing with everyone on the playground
so innocent
so pure
get labeled as a racist
in the 6th grade because her skin is white
By the time she enters high school
she knows better than to state an opinion,
the teachers know Best,
never stand up to a man,
he's superior to you,
even when behind the closed doors
he touches you when you say STOP
but you know better than to say something
cause you had to have wanted it,
take it as a compliment,
it just means you're pretty
if you say anything you'll be labeled as a
W h o r e
if you keep quiet it's an invitation for
M o r e
people asking
"why do you flinch at a simple touch?"
how do you explain years of torment to a complete
s t r a n g e r,
you don't, you smile and act dumb
pretty is a vocabulary word to describe anyone
but the girl that is seen in the mirror
because she is
Not
Good
e n o u g h
and she knows that
she has lost friends cause she can't trust them
she changes her style monthly
trying sooo hard just to be
accepted
she doesn't remember
the little girl in pigtails,
she doesn't remember
what a real smile looks like,
the pain behind her eyes
c l o u d s
her reality
the voice in her head telling her
"you're eating too much"
"you're an idiot"
"you'll never amount to anything"
and she
s l o w l y
fades away
til there is nothing left
to put back together
cause her mind and heart are
s c a t t e r e d
aimlessly
shes numb and she
thinks, this is what happiness feels like
no more pain
no more criticizing
No, more
pretending to be okay
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC
are something that I have learned to hide.
Seen as a weakness to my parents, seen as too sensitive.
Grow up, you aren't a baby anymore.
Stop crying, you have everything.
Bottled up inside me I learned to control them.
I learned to ignore them
every time they threatened to burst.
Tears are a luxury we all take for granted.
I've grown to accept this part of me,
grown to accept that tears aren't the enemy.
A part of me will always whisper to myself,
grow up, stop being a baby.
But in the end, we all shed some tears.
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 7:19 AM UTC
Her constellations move differently
She no longer controls star systems
Only one remaining cluster
now orbits her
But it is more than enough
For they need and love her as their light-giving empyrean
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
I didn’t think that you were something
I could grow out of
But our love
Doesn’t fit us
Anymore
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
“but you Nat,
are a grown *** Hebrew man
so I shall not attempt
to advise you to do otherwise.”
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been notified, identified, blessed and cursed, alotta of different ways,
but late at night, arrives a new coronation forthright,
about my all grownup ageist stay-tus & my ancient birthright
and I’m-athinking that as compliments go, that’s quite a
right-on complementary to my actuality, so not bad, tho
all-I’d-add is maybe, old school fool too, & do appreciate
that this observation comes with added cherry on top,
I’m finally old enough to make it ok to make mistakes,
and a hardy thanks that the words hard and lard din’t appear
when mentioning my cheekiest feature...
10:28pm nyc
in downtown lockdown
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 10:30 PM UTC
Mother do you hear my silence now?
I've been floating in an abyss terrified of who I am
Waiting for you to understand
Mother do you know why I said what I said?
You sit in a tower looking down only acts
But is it me or a reflection looking back
You claim to care about my mental state
But don't give a **** about what brought me to this fate
Mother do you hear my silence?
In the midst of his verbal violence
Can you see the pain I keep inside
Because it's all getting harder to hide
Mother when you say you care
Is it just to hide behind a prayer
Or is it more than to show God the cross that you bare
Mother do you hear my silence now?
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
I thought I won the crown
So, I prepared the gown
Little did I know
That's the trick of my foe
They prepared a show
In cold winter snow
I'm experienced such woe
And realized I'm just a clown
My gown has turned into ember
The things I could remember
Only rage and anger
Epitome of the raging fire on December
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
we grown so lets get down to it
I'm about to give you so much brain
you'd change my name in your phone to Isaac Newton
You been sending me naked photos
and seductive messages
you ready to do this
I'm trying to **** you down
baby don't be clueless
I'm trying to reveal Victoria's secret
I've dreamt of this
the first time I'd give your ***** a kiss
once you cross this doorway
your inhibitions are dismissed
I'm trying to reunite with the back of your throat like an old friend
Repeat offender, I'll touch it again and again
such a beautiful body
Creating you was God's only sin
The police will be investigating me for an pistol
cause these back shot about to sound like an parade
yes I eat from the back
but only if you behave
I'm trying to beat this ***** like I'm striking for oil
this gun is an automatic with no recoil
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 3:23 AM UTC
Walk a ways
Don’t turn back
Don’t forget the words that I said
We’re in this together
And you can believe that
What I have handed you
Won’t weigh you down
When the devil comes to destroy
Don’t let him touch the things we have grown
I have plans for you
But stay present where you are
We’ve got work to do
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 2:55 PM UTC
the trees remember me
that short walk down an urban street
to primary school
now enclosed by panicked fencing
and paranoia security systems
I watched the seasons change
growing a little
in some respect every journey
my silent witnesses look the same
monoliths marking time
with bark and moss layers
roots entrapped in black cracked tarmac
where they were meant to wander free
my conscious return is by car
they cancel the careless carbon footprint
of this time traveller
I feel connected
as though an old movie
flickers among the boughs
of my diminutive figure
ghosting along the pavement
for a moment I am with him
tears unexpectedly blurring my eyes
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 7:35 AM UTC
Girl
No, better than girl
Better than playground crushes
Summertime blushes
Fleeting rushes
And cheeks, those flushes
Not girl
But woman
Etched in notebooks
Eyes that look
Through soul
Grace visions
Pinpoint precision
Woman
In technicolor
Live
Electric, but wireless
In 4320p
High dynamic range
And legs for days
I see you
Cinematic
And wild in you ways
Like watching for the
First time a nature
Documentary
And knowing the lion is king
But the lioness, the hunter
Not cub I seek
But grown
Wonderful
Dangerous
Vivacious
Passionate
Woman
In technicolor
A world not her own
But give it time
As she toils
And breaks
And creates
And tries
And amazes
And blazes
And screams
And relaxes
And I stand in wonder
Under the weight
The awe
Of her
Woman
In technicolor
In worlds lost to the black and white
Of conformity
And distortion
The contortion of which
Make her seem small
But she not
At
All
She is technicolor
Made for IMAX screens
And this boy
Hoping to prove to be
Man’s
Dreams
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
Your mouth must be just another *******
Because all I hear is **** coming out of it!
People like you like to **** in the wind,
But get upset when your clothes get wet!
You have come to reap what we've sown!
Typical of you to take what others have grown!
The people you stand with mean nothing to you,
Just something for you to sink your teeth into!
You blood ******* parasitic vampire!
You're a disease! A growth! A cancer!
But you can't help it,
It is in your nature!
Mindkiller!
Deceiver!
Vampire!
It is in your nature!
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
You are the girl across the yester year
Like a memory bound town
Vague as watery days spent in summertime swimming pools
And now, we have the same ears for similar sounds
The same ears for similar sounds
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 6:25 PM UTC