#idealist
i like glitter.
i like movies.
i like to learn.
i like my friends.
i like rebelling.
i like pink.
i like doing dumb things.
i like being creative.
i like making films.
i like girly things.
i like video essays.
i like real essays.
i like articles.
i like books.
i like getting smarter.
i like to write.
i like to read.
i like to speak to interesting people.
i like to speak generally.
i like to stand up for what i believe in.
i like english.
i like hedgehogs.
i like bunnies.
i like cats.
i like feminism.
i like politics.
i like makeup.
i like nighttime.
i like the moon.
i like the sea.
i like smoking.
i like being young.
i like dressing up.
i like being seen.
i like seeing the world through a lens of **********
i like communists.
i like people who have something to say.
i like fools.
i like geniuses.
i like history.
i like comedy.
i like romeo and juliet.
i like shakespeare.
i like queer people.
i like love.
i like magic.
i like black people.
i like women.
i like people who have been put into corners.
i like expressing myself.
i like unicorns.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
Being a volcano
with a thick skin
of fresh fertile soil
Wasting myself on it
with well-intentioned tinkering
and failing plans
Ignore the mess
It's not that bad
Excuses are unnecessary
Tomorrow is another day
for the holy got to be
and new wrongprovements
There's enough in bloom
to live on
between all solidifications and ashes -
the black of ardent ideals
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
She says I’m a pessimist,
After telling me she admires my confidence.
That I’m most likely to win a Nobel Prize,
or become a politician.
But I’d much rather be a voice for society —
try to build a place where everyone
can be whoever they wish to be,
where we don’t just talk, but get it done.
You think I’m being pessimistic,
hearing those words escape my lips?
I think I’m an idealist —
it’s just that this world isn’t.
I’m not confident — never have been.
I’ve written enough stories about evil and sin
to realise I still have things to say,
and that using my voice is okay.
About the prize—we shall see,
All I can promise
Is to be
the best I can be.
Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
What you wish can never be
For wicked hearts will alway beat
Find the gold between us all
or you too shall one day fall
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Placating that rage
Spirting the way of sage
Object permanence makes the mental sour
Idealists, the opposite dour
Listening to musical notes as they are sang
Battlefields of yin and yang
Yang's lost its credibility
That seas lost its crossability
The middle Way's middle point
The yin is to anoint.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
Maybe I didn’t do it right.
Maybe I didn’t wait long enough.
Time let’s things fall into place,
And I wonder sometimes if they could have if I just insisted against the race.
I let your eagerness fill me with fear,
But I could’ve let my heart be more clear.
It hurts everytime I see you.
It hurts knowing I am uncertain.
Interest is rare these days,
And I often fear the lack of my
Judgment due to my idealistic ways.
I just hope you know you’re more than enough,
I can’t bear the weight of your heart in haze.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
easy access and proliferation of firearms,
now begs a serious hard question
presenting daunting task,
quite aware that passionate
stalwart supporters of the NRA,
embrace weaponry likened
to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask
(particularly in light of violent mass killings)
immediately forces people
of all stripes comprising this nation ask
quite aware of diametrically,
jarringly, and politically
doggedly entrenched fierce position
each polarized stance challenges,
especially when pitted
against die hard proponents
of the Second Amendment,
who would sooner burn to ash,
and/or adopt a siege mentality
glowering akin to red hot metal
regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash,
than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel)
prized, coveted, and cherished cache
amassed collection of firearms
permissible in accordance
with (literal interpretation
of Second Amendment
of the United States Constitution)
to mean no deterrent preclude
(birth right to equip bare arms),
deprivation against amassing a stockpile,
would trigger an immediate saber flash
and instantaneously, another Civil War, would
(with gnash of clenched jaws violently
opposing manumission
to release obedient snap, crackle
pop in je nais sais quois ***** the provocation
rendering revision, sans sacred covenant
would sting whip lash
snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile
divisive national issue
with cool collected talking heads,
cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy
be loved American style,
that indomitable fighting
esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial
though this skeptical and devout atheist,
would welcome being proved wrong
generating the better angels to render obsolete strong
arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song
witnessing unbelievable savoir faire
(forcing me to retract pessimism
and willingly swallow my pride), minus long
time overdue, and negotiation
celebrated with tolling from a gong.
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
Outstretched is her palm,
forget-me-not pink,
gaily contrasting with her whitish silhouette and
honeyed lips,
so taciturn by nature
Perhaps it is that gently pursed habit that so draws me in,
the scent of promise and the
taste of paradise
She fascinates me
Dancing with men after most men have gone to sleep,
she later waltzes with the moon
until mortar and pestle have been
reduced to
skipping-stones
Her dress celebration,
Her laughter champagne,
Her manner a Sistine rendition,
“Joy Of Man’s Desiring”
When her lips do part,
not a single sweet sound emerges,
but the muted C sharp of a thousand golden sirens,
inspiring mutiny in men everywhere
And if blood is thicker than water,
honey is thicker than blood, so it is honey
which runs through her trickle veins!
Ludicrous? Perhaps. yet, O Lady
the corners of your sweet lips and fair face to me
betray promises of music,
of moondust, of honey, and
of romance, most devastating
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
My throat clears out a path
To leak a stream of infidelity
I cannot seem to swallow
But Someone might have put
A ten ton catastrophe in my chest
Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow
With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes
To the truth I gorge with my heart
To the secret pain in which I wallow
Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole
I escape the demons who run the head
And let my nightmares run shallow
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
À nos âmes vagabondes et au temps perdu
À nos pensées refoulées
À nos rêves utopiques
À notre espoir enivrant
À nos convictions idéalistes
À la liberté !
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
"They're not attacking you, they're attacking your idea because you were louder then anyone else."
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
No regret,
But a realization,
That life is bigger than success.
That life means to share smiles,
Farther & wider,
No pains.
Share just happiness,
Ignore the sadness and laugh,
Nobody else cares about your tears.
In my dreamworld,
I had ignored my happiness,
Searched happiness in others' smiles.
This is a real world,
Survival of just the fit ones,
Traumatized live the idealist fools.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
A dream
Soaring towards
boundless ideas
Paving the path
Verisimilitude
Society.
Placed me in the box of
idealists.
Striding to convince me
my feet
need to find
the ground.
Society.
Untethered me.
Released me
into the realm
of possibility.
Freeing me
to create
Ideology Reality
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
seething seers pat
pragmatic ******* in ways
neither will notice.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Cruel saints
Spoke like whimper dolls
And wished the world more
Than what it was
Loft and mind
Comes crumbling every dawn
When the bell tolls morn
Reality shakes our walls
Those hands of a dreamer
Calloused wrists or fitful lids
Fit in that hollow
Of your chest so easily
And warm breath rather suits
Cold air, rather than lips
Tender sleeves never could
Keep our fingers from wandering
. . .
The pages of your soul
Decipher
And fall apart
What terror
Lies in our hearts
Decipher
And fall apart
What terror
Lies in our hearts
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC