#originalpoem
You dealt my heart like it was cards,
Shuffled trust with easy words.
One day warm, the next one cold,
A story half-truth, half-told.
I read the lines you wrote for me,
Thought they meant “you choose to see.”
But every verse had strings beneath,
A puppet show beneath your teeth.
Now I’m left with quiet rooms,
And echoes of a borrowed tune.
Not sure if I was loved or used,
Just sure I feel confused.
So I’ll take back what’s still mine—
The beat, the breath, the steady line.
You can keep the game you play,
I’m learning how to walk away.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
Burn, my candle,
Burn as brightly as you can.
Shine with all the light you hold—
Every spark you have within.
Don’t let the flame go out
In my tender, wounded soul.
It can’t endure more pain—
Already shattered into shards…
But still it burns.
It burns with faith and love,
Hoping for that happy moment.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 11:43 PM UTC
maybe tomorrow
the sun will rise
and shine down
on this barren land
the birds and the bees
will fill the sky again
and the flowers
will bloom once more
but for now
I’ll just lay here
in my desolation
and maybe tomorrow
the sun will rise anew
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
I await transplant to a new ***
Where no one knows me, the soil is rich,
So I can grow into someone that I'm not.
Where face and name
Are strangers to each other,
Where I'm only son
Of a mother and a father.
Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
I wrestle this truth, sour and toil,
For wherever I'd go, whatever soil,
I am body and soul,
Present and shadow.
I am root and stem;
I am the scent and the flower.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
Every night,
My heavy regrets
Are weighing me
d
o
w
n
Crushing me
Under their weight.
They can't be [contained].
The spotlight's on,
All over my past mistakes.
The center of my little world
Always spinning in a whirl,
Spinning unSTOPpably.
pause - play - repeat
II ▷ ↺
,and that is why I need xanax to fall asleep.
It's 3:35 AM and I should probably go to bed.
But it hurts too bad, I can't.
I got this war in my head and
I kinda wish that I was dead.
I do wish this pain to end,
I do wish I had a friend,
I do not know who I am,
I do not know who I am.
Next time when you'll ask me if I'm fine,
I'll just let the dark circles under my eyes
reply.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC
I lack sturdiness.
Strong trees don’t bend in the wind
but I’m a sapling.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
Lighthouse of my loneliness,
Sweetener to my bitterness.
Beauty no eyes have ever seen,
Sour, sinful, yet pristine.
Left untouched,
Like the very last ****** beach,
Quietly waiting to be reached.
I wander barefoot,
Across the white sands, soft as silk.
The humid sea breeze brushes my skin,
And I pause—
To breathe it in.
Tides of lust wash over me,
I'm drawn to step into the sea.
For all the beauty that could be—
The sunlight kissing on our skin,
For every beach we'd wander on,
Each song we'd softly hum along,
The foamy waves we'd dive within,
Like a silent, cinematic scene.
Then comes this doubt,
Pungent and blue—
I might just love the thought of you,
I might fall for something ideal,
Never to see it wasn't real.
Your siren song, heavenly chords,
Might be the hook I'm lured towards.
I wonder if you're kind and gentle,
Patient enough to truly handle
Something fragile as one's trust—
A soul still haunted by its past.
For I'm not sure I have the strength
To swim all the way up again.
So say it now, while it's still dawn,
And the water's too shallow to drown.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Golden hour is loaded with lies.
As the sun disappears,
so does the disguise.
Shiny reflections conceal imperfections,
and only in darkness do we gain perspective.
Sunsets are masters of deception,
like the counterfeit necklaces sold out of cardboard boxes.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Most people try to shoot for the stars.
I can’t get past the clouds.
Because each time I try,
I just get shot down.
People try to reach for their hopes,
Achieve all their dreams;
But I can’t overcome
All the darkness within me.
It’s like I’m always among the clouds,
Lost inside in my mind.
So many others are soaring
When I can’t even fly.
It always feels like it’s storming,
Like the dam’s about to break.
Like I’m constantly drowning,
And I can’t be saved.
This pain smothers me.
I can’t come up for air.
No matter how I try to heal,
I’m damaged beyond repair.
My head’s just clouded,
I’m drenched in the rain
Because I can’t find a way
To escape my pain.
I wear these scars like armor,
Wait the storms out.
All just to be followed
By yet another raincloud.
I can’t run.
There’s no way that I can hide.
When what I’m running from
Is the monster on the inside.
I just want to get past this.
I want to feel free;
But I can’t reach for the stars
When I have too much hell in me.
My mind’s in a permanent fog,
My heart’s heavy with hurt.
Maybe having broken wings
Is just what I deserve.
It’s becoming clear I’ll never
Reach the silver-lined sky
All because I’m a broken Angel
Who never learned how to fly.
8/11/25
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
I learned to walk with weight on my chest,
Dreams folded small so duty could fit.
I smiled when needed, stayed quiet when loud,
And carried a storm that I wouldn’t admit.
I loved without counting the cost at first,
Gave warmth even when the time was thin.
Some hands stayed close, others slipped away,
But love still left its mark within.
I don’t regret the feelings I felt,
They taught my heart how deep it could go.
Not every love is meant to stay—
Some just remind you you’re alive, you know.
I loved where there was no empty space,
Not because my heart was unsure.
But wanting alone couldn’t build a future,
Or a promise that would endure.
Time kept moving, it never asked
If my heart was ready or my hands were free.
So I chose the work, the skill, the grind,
The slow becoming of who I must be.
I don’t hate love, I don’t fear it now,
I just know seasons don’t align.
Some love waits, some love passes through,
None of it wasted, none of it mine.
I’ve fallen before, I’ve risen again,
Burned down to focus, rebuilt with will.
Maybe joy comes quiet, maybe love returns,
But my purpose never stood still.
So let this end without bitterness,
No closed fists, no borrowed pain.
I walk forward with an open heart,
Through the sun and the driving rain.
If love finds me, I’ll meet it whole.
If not, I’ll still arrive complete.
Because I didn’t lose myself loving or trying—
I’m still standing, steady on my feet.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
we played like children
on borrowed time—
fingers flying across foosball handles,
ping-pong bouncing between
your laughter and mine.
after supper,
we’d sneak into the library,
to the back, past the board games,
where a dinosaur waited
to beat me, again.
the librarian smiled.
we smiled back—
but we were never that innocent.
between the shelves,
you’d look at me
like hunger dressed in human skin.
your hand found mine,
and the air cracked.
i thought of kissing you,
of not stopping.
but my ribs still ached
with someone else’s name.
and so—
i stayed still.
i stayed safe.
later, by the bricks,
you found the space between my thighs,
and i followed you
through a rusted fence
into the school yard
where we looked up
at the stars,
and said nothing.
you leaned in.
i leaned back.
because no matter
how loudly
my pulse begged
for your lips,
my heart was still
a house in ruins.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC
New toys
They will always be better than the old musty doll
Missing half it's hair
Limbs bent in irreversible ways
Because a new toy brings with it
The ability to be broken
To be able to raze ruin upon a crisp fresh canvas
And the once loved-
Once cherished-
Once pulled and prodded-
Toy of the past
Lay face down
Receding to the blanket of dark abyss beneath the bed
Forgotten and replaced
Without oh so much of a second thought
-Flora🌼
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC
I sit in solitude, my lone silhouette against the horizon.
Not a single soul left, it was just the ocean and I,
and darkness creeps in slowly as if it knew.
I gaze at the shoreline, the very place of
reunion between the waves and the sand.
The place I long to be, since forever.
But, I was forced, boxed, stacked and built upon,
with my body standing tall and firm, against my will.
I wish the waves could engulf me whole, and bring me home.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 6:25 AM UTC
Simon does not say to put yourself down.
Simon does not say to stay silent.
Simon does not say to be the best.
Simon does not say to stop dreaming.
Simon does not say to give up.
Simon does not say to give in.
Society does.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 6:22 AM UTC
I envy your mind. I ponder your past.
Which is the one behind those words?
So deep, so real. Who hurt you?
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 5:45 AM UTC
The Darkness follows without a sound.
So stay alert and be aware.
For the suffocating air is all around.
Be wary and silent, like a cloud.
Because you never know what is where.
The Darkness follows without a sound.
Take in a deep breath, any hope found.
As soon, it will be taken away, far away.
For the suffocating air is all around.
Sometimes, the dark is good, never to be found.
You can stay lost all you want.
The Darkness follows without a sound.
But sometimes it chokes, it takes and it bounds.
And you never know which you will get.
For the suffocating air is all around.
How much do you wish to stay lost and unbound?
And simply lose all to nothing?
Well the Darkness follows without a sound.
And the suffocating air is all around.
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 8:00 PM UTC
Masked by her glittering eyes
I see it.. I see… a glooming past,
Sinking in the disguise of relevence…
She just losing herself part by part.
The anguish, the suffering and the face of fatigue,
Professing to be the effigy of power, Let her be the one she was or Let her be the one she is .…
Everything that's gone… Everything that's left, It's her to decide when to RECOVER.
Feb 19, 2023
Feb 19, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
You don't know
How desperately I love you
But my stimulations drain me
Like ************ from the mind.
My heart, and my brain
The gladiator, and the lion
An unstoppable force,
an immovable object,
The Moon, and the Sun
Heaven, and Hell
I want so badly for you to understand how desparate I am to love you through my worst nature.
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 9:02 PM UTC
Would you drink my tears,
If I asked you to?
And maybe get intoxicated by the
salty taste I somehow still
find a way to get addicted to?
Cause I would,
for you.
I would fill an entire jar of tears,
any size you’d like.
Ask me for a bigger one and
I’d still find another reason to cry.
Could you bottle one for me,
too?
Apr 26, 2022
Apr 26, 2022 at 6:01 AM UTC
There has always been a lot of different ways to destroy yourself - there's the devotion to something that is not you, the cutting a piece off yourself and putting it in another person; that person becomes positive one and you are left with a gaping hole that misses itself, misses what is used to be.
And that hole will never fully fill itself again, you see, no matter how much you stuff it with wool and dirt. There will always be this swallowing-everything-you-see-and-then-spitting-it-out hole. And then you think, what if I completely give myself to others? And then there's chunks of yourself on the floor and you're as much human as your kiddy teddy bear that's been lying in the mud your entire life. And then there's a dead man at your feet.
There's the protective layer - the fake, something that is not you, the stolen artwork that you placed on yourself because you're too ashamed, too scared, to fill the gallery with something that is truly yours. Something that is truly you. You're walking around with a camera in your hand that captures everything at a hands-reach. And then you pretend its your own until you fool yourself enough to finally grab your needles and thread and sew your own initials on the tag.
You can stab yourself well enough that they won't recognize you anymore. Take every sharp thing you see, and then jam it straight into where it hurts. But it hurts everywhere, so you keep stabbing, until people come up to you and feel sorry for you. ‘what happened’ they ask. You never know what to answer. ‘What happens next?’ You're afraid now, you're not yourself. I’m sorry, maybe if I rearrange your mirror you will see yourself again, but my knuckles will have to heal first.
There’s still blood on them.
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 4:27 PM UTC
I've spent an eternity staring at my own reflection
Trying to find out exactly what made me get here
and I've only ever found out one thing
That my life is absolutely pointless
but I also have a feeling that if I spend another eternity here
I will realize something else entirely
Because I've been having these dreams lately
these vivid, disgusting dreams
in which I know exactly the answer to the question I ask myself
And in these dreams, I don't seem the way I imagine myself to be
when I find out the answer
When I find out the answer
I imagine myself joyful
because why else would I spend eternities
trying to find out why I'm here
if if would not grant me a lifetime of joy?
I seem to be walking quietly around my childhood home
looking at my hands as they rot in front of me
And I'm walking heavily, you see
like I'm being chained to the earth
and I would have to spend yet another eternity
just walking around my neighborhood
I just keep walking until my feet turns into soil
And I turn into soil
I know now why I can't keep searching for something
I will never find
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
Those nights when I inked my skin with words I wanted everyone to hear were the best ones
For once I had something to say and I wanted everyone to hear it
for once I am kicking over trash cans because the world is loud and I am nothing less than the world
and stomping on concrete but avoiding the bugs and flowers because the world is not gentle but I try my best to be
an angry kind organized mess
Praising the lord in all the wrong ways because the world is up to me and heaven and hell is in my bedroom
and a beautiful exorcism where I am stretching my limps for the first time made me realize that
God is dead but I am alive
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 6:19 PM UTC
There's a devil in the corner of my room who waits until I fall asleep to kiss my cheek and bid me goodnight.
During the day he cannot reach me because he is, as stated previously, a demon, in all its magnificent glory.
But he's not bad, not for me.
I tell him all my secrets, I tell him of all who looked at me with eyes I can't interpret. I'm trying my best here, and I think this four legged creature is the closest I'll come to being loved.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
In one single night I realized the meaning in which I have been dwelling my entire life to find out the answer to
but now I fear that I know too much about what needs to be kept unknown
I've been mumbling the words of one thousand dead relatives every second of my life.
You can't hear me, neither could I until this one particular night.
I found myself on a bike riding south and wondering why I'm here, what made me get here and why am I on a bike and why am I riding south and why am I ten years old I feel like I should be one million
I fell asleep and woke up one year older, then I repeated the process and now the candles can't fit on the cake but my blow gets compared to storms
I can't keep up and on my death bed I will speak the words of Eve
She said, "This life was made for you, are you ready to do it again?"
and I replied, "We are the same, you and I"
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC