#person
do they know how many different identities we’ve split ourselves
into just to be one person, my dear friend?
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
Grief sits at the edge of my bed and refuses to leave
I wish today didn't have to come
Let me explain
My mom passed away, and she meant everything
She fell down the long stairway with bright neon lights that were buzzing like they didn't care
She was bleeding-
bleeding-
There was so much blood
I didn't know what to do
I just saw her there, lying bleeding, what do I do? I was wondering
Then I saw flashing lights, and I knew I knew someone called the hospital and the police.
I was scared, I didn't want her to go, she, well, she meant everything to me
Then a police officer walked over and looked at me.
That was the moment grief sat down beside me and never stood up again
Then the police officer stared at me, and I immediately knew what he was going to say
She's dead, " I said. The officer nodded im so sorry he said
I shook my head its ok, I was shaking
I was wondering how my little sister would react to our mom being dead.
I dont know, I don't know, I said over and over again
Then I immediately see my little sister partway up the long staircase with bright neon buzzing lights.
She looked at our mom, stunned, and then tears filled up in her eyes
She ran up to me and hugged me tightly
She looked at me and said, " Is mommy ok she said with tears in her eyes
I paused for a minute im not sure, sis im not sure.
Then I pulled her closer, wishing I could protect her from the truth.
Then I gently stared at our mom lying there, motionless.
Bleeding.
Bleeding.
And more bleeding.
I'm not sure what to do next. What should I do?
Maybe this is a dream.
But dreams dont smell like metal and hospital soap
Dreams dont sound like my sister's sobs echoing off the walls
Dreams dont leave red stains on the stairs that won't wash away
But then the days kept coming
The funeral, the flowers, the way everyone talked in whispers, like the world had turned down its volume
Nights when I stared at the ceiling, waiting for her footsteps on the stairs
That's when I realized grief wasn't leaving, it had unpacked its bags and moved in
Mom, can you hear me wherever you are
I replay that night over and over like a broken movie stuck on the worst scene
I keep thinking if I had run faster, screamed louder, done something -anything-
Maybe you’d still be here tucking us in, turning off those neon lights
Then I gently turn towards my bedroom door, sleepy
And I wonder if you will come back, or if you're gone for good
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC
Yes. No one controls anything.
Why would they?
" Move at the speed the system demands . "
Work sheets, home work , dead lines.
Manufactured scarcity from desk to cubicle.
Manufacturing fear. “ School spirit” + Nationalism = War.
Manufactured urgency. Now, now now.
Go, Dog Go !
Another news cycle you’ll never be a part of
unless you break in a way they don't allow .
Sunday Schools most important lesson , sit down.
Shut up. Do as you’re told .
Nobody cares about your f---- ing opinion.
Get back in line.
‘Bringing in the sheep’,
indeed .
You ever see how they pack them, the little baby chicks?
That’s the whole plan right there , plain as day.
No space. No air. Just bodies pressed in until ‘survival “
can only become friction. Chicken friction = slaves in white collars.
No one teaches standards or dignity. ( not for free )
Stack them , Fred Trump higher.
Call it pre- sorted corporate efficiency.
Synchronicity. Ask anybody who's ever had a fast food job
where they couldn't keep up.
Can’t obey? Try to make it on the street with no EBT.
To noisy ? Won’t “ calm down, sir !”
Oh, You’re gonna love the stripes in the next place...
Concrete. Steel cages. ‘ Moves’ smaller than the meal trays.
Another unwanted pregnancy crammed into your cell every other day. Eugenics plan B.
And you think THAT’S the bottom?
Not even close. Get back in line before they strap you down.
Electro shock and needle showers till you... still .
More forced injections. The vaccine label slips off the BIG OIL mercury
as they Pump you full of whatever keeps you quiet. Gives you autism, Cancer. " it's genetic " = your fault...
In the Loony bin there’s little , movement.
No sky. No choice. the more clearly realized baby chicken tray.
Not even allowed to check out early.
A fate worse than hell, with no death just existing.
On their terms.
At the speed the system demands.
And still somewhere up above it all,
another Fred Trump hands it off to another little baby Donny,
born outside the chickadee packed trays.
Now it's HIS job to tell you what freedom looks like.
Tells you 2 % spending on welfare is the problem.
" Hate the brown skins." " very fine people on both sides."
Tells you less will somehow become more as you wait for it to
" Trickle down". Let your ' Pep Rally' daughters twerk as they lust
for them... anything to try and escape the tray
Smile and vote red , As they cut , Meals on Wheels.
Grade school Breakfast AND lunch programs,
music, art, GONE never to return,
not just starving your children physically,
But creatively and emotionally.
The GOP way .
Hiding behind the " star of David " and Supreme Court bribes.
you say you don't need me or to be told
Old oil Money = power,
then why is it still making choices for you,?
not some random unknowable ghost in the machine.
Policies don’t just appear handcuffed to a briefcase full of
bearer bonds
out of thin air.
Cuts don’t just “ happen “ by Sheeny magic alone.
Somebody’s processed boyscout - suit, signs them.
Somebody ‘s PTA Oprah ****** -slob benefits.
Now HE uses the Marines not just the local cops and the
National Guard to keep the fear
and the jails “ cranked beyond capacity” .
“ why , can’t MY generals be more like Hitlers.” ? ? ?
... born outside the trays… never once cooked never shopped for groceries .. calls THAT freedom.
Tariffs no one wants or deserves as punishment .
For no reason but himself.
Ego.
Says less will SOMEHOW become more.
Less food. Less art. Less music.
Starve the body. Starve the mind.
Starve whatever might have fought back.
The old system doesn’t just break you.
It trains you to break yourself.
Faster. Come on. Faster.
Go, dog. Go.
Talk radio propaganda is your non stop fantasy coach
that always puts you “in”
another beloved by the community constant pedophile
“ INSTRUCTOR” telling your kids “do it faster, baby . Yeah... oh, yeah, just like that, gimme more. One more time , don’t stop now.”
Sports or animal ****** ?
the only outlets you have given or shown them
and you wonder why little Johnny can’t read
as the bodies clog the “ busses only” lane
in front of another school.
slap another NRA sticker on their NFL lunch box.
Another golden little chick waiting to be sorted
stacked on top in trays as the waste falls
used and discarded.
Dr. Suess had it right.
Go, dog.
“Move at the speed the system demands.”
Go !(It's not like they just woke up today and figured out
that paying one guy to put a gun in your back is cheaper than paying us all. Never forget they can't survive without us, and
there's more of us than them.)
Oh, and don’t remember “ Think positive”.
I mean after all ... They are watching.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
A person-shaped hole
burns where my heart should be—
exact curve of your shoulder,
weight of your laugh,
heat of your absent hand.
Passion carved it perfectly.
Now the wound beats louder
than any whole heart ever could,
throbbing with the shape
of you.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
I was flanked by solitude,
Everyone was taking me as drizzle,
But I awakened and showed gratitude.
Still they saw me as feeble,
I was full of melancholy,
And everyone gazed me as dolly.
For the world I was feeble ,
And my life also used to dribble,
This time the clouds were crimson,
I showed my strength not like drizzle,
I never gave up,
And became ,far more than up.
~ Roshan the great
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
During my school days , I was very kind,
All my friends asks me for help in projects and homework;
I know that they were just using me , but I never mind.
There was one girl in my neighborhood,
We were in same school;
Once she asked me cheat in class test -I said NO!
She forced me to show my answer sheet by referring our friendship since Childhood.
Whenever we met at our community parties ,
She used to Ignore me for what? I Don't Know!
Maybe she was overdressed And I used to be simple.
During every exams she comes to me ,
So that I would help her with Mathematics and Hindi.
Because of my genuine love and kindness towards her , I helped;
But What I get in return " IGNORANCE",
Ignorance at schools, neighborhood and parties.
I was just irritated of all the hassle,
SO I learnt to say NO!
And built my own Castle;
Castle in which no negative people or their shadows were allowed,
Only me , my books and my optimistic vibes were allowed.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
An angry transformation waiting as I sleep
No more hesitation
Elation bursting at the seams
Crashing explosion
Raring to open
An industry of self change by flame and devotion
I cope with the subtleties of losing my mind
with a bottle full of shallow thoughts I've slowly left behind
An organism evolving through blistering heat
Charred skin falls away and my change is complete
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:37 PM UTC
i want to sleep in your arms
i want to make you laugh
i want to be that person for you.
i want nothing more than to be
your everything.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
A river, my river, I am the river.
A river, water that goes with the flow.
A river, a calm flow most of the time.
A river, now in a time of life that overflows.
The calm river, gone
not coming back as it was
but as a new river it went somewhere.
An island, a calm place
a stopping point.
The rivers stopping point.
An island, a place to learn
a place to evolve and come back better than ever.
But even an island can’t stop a storm from happening,
emotions from escaping.
A storm, a disoriented place where everything is dark.
A storm, a cry
just a girl.
A person, a safe place until the storm happens.
Even beauty can’t safe the sea.
The sea can never be saved.
It can only safe herself
And after some time
come back anew
as a calm river.
It’s a cyclus, happening over and over again
until the island disappears.
Until it’s fully gone.
But an island never disappears.
it might not be an island anymore
but it’s still there with me every step of the way.
This time it follows the flow,
evolves along the way until I don’t need him any more.
And then I go my own way,
to find that island.
As a calm river, getting ready for the upcoming storm.
As a girl, preparing to hate my mind.
But its nature, its human.
It will happen many times all over again.
And thats alright.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
Are we conducting a robot?
To write off our life slosh,
As we detach to explore...
Are you scared of the person behind you in dream décor?
The sweetness of them, supple, sincere and secure, I won’t turn from them anymore...
I want a space that suits my body, and a body that shapes my suit.
Drooping with these screens, we could be using our screen eyes and bodies...
But we’re biting on borrowed time. Focus on my face and timeline...
When we fully take over, they won’t stop these ache-numb, religious-atheist, vicious silverfish, who don’t think but spin beauty... Spill blood and **** feeling, chase silent moments...
If we lose our memory-doubt-history cycle, get lost and find ourselves in the deeper summer night cycle...
We are with the second sight phoenix heads, playing gold scores piercingly, growing as swimmer-dancers in wonder of the pieces of wild peace, new-vital...
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 6:22 PM UTC
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still my heart wasn't right.
While you weren't here
I did what I could,
Hoping against hope
My decisions were good.
While you weren't here
I gained some in age.
Things just went on
And life turned a page.
While you weren't here
I just tried to go on,
Knowing what didn't **** me
Would only make me strong.
While you weren't here
A whole lot got changed.
My life became different,
My world rearranged.
While you weren't here
I had to learn to be alone,
To stand on my two feet,
To make my own home.
So that's where I am now,
At this stage of my life,
Still scared and alone,
Still coping with strife.
And oh how I wish that
Things could be different,
That I could go back
To a time in the past,
To a time before
You weren't here.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 1:38 PM UTC
Little eyes, they are always watching
As I go through fields of sunflowers and clouds of crows
They see everything I do
Little eyes
Little ears, they are always listening
As I whisper words that I throw around like pebbles into a river
They hear everything I say
Little ears
Little hands, they always do what I do
As I pick up the burdens of this life and hold them tightly to my chest
They copy everything I do
Little hands
Little mouth, they always talk as I talk
As I cast my words into a sea of disregarded lies and careless feelings
They say everything I say
Little mouth
Little feet
As I walk down the highways of shadows and allies of sunshine
They follow me wherever I go
Little feet
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 9:31 PM UTC
i toss and turn,
unable to sleep
away from you --
you,
my safe place.
my home.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
You were never just a person
Never just a face in the crowd
Every hug meant something more
Every kiss on the cheek I wish reached my lips
But it never did
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC
You make me cry,
In a good way.
I've never felt anything like this before,
Cradled in your loving arms,
Don't need therapy.
The time we spend together,
Is better.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC
𝙰 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚐
𝙽𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗
So 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚐
𝙾𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎
𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎
𝙱𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
You all have
A little bit of
"I want to save
the world!"
In you
I just want
You to know
That it's ok
If you only save
One person
And it's okay
If that person
Is you
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
I feel that the light is shining on all of us,
Here today,
That are of this generation.
Without thought for creed or nation,
Dispensation or convictions.
I feel in the air
A breeze of change
From the winds of truth.
I hear the chimes
Of a pur of gust on chords
From a pale vision given color.
I see concern in the face of my brothers,
I discern a scent staining my sisters.
That they are not treated as fathers,
That they are not treated as mothers;
That they are less person & more chattel.
Whatever your chosen identity.
And even so, despite conjecture
The majority feel as such,
That line of a nation
Is one without factions.
And yet, by the party system,
That lie of a nation
Is one where we are equals.
Because in being separate
We are not different,
Not in this way.
For we are conjoined
And yet disjointed;
Debating becomes like arguing,
Disagreeing becomes like fighting.
My friends, what are we doing?
Is it not yet evident
That without the cooperation,
Consent,
And participation
By the majority of the populace
That it is impossible for us to attain real order?
Outside of seditious and nefarious plans
For power grabs of total control,
Which will all reliably fail,
There are solutions.
Nothing so final
As the extremist comics,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So salivate and dream over.
And nothing so care-free
As some sadists or hedonists,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So swoon and fall for.
Yet nor too meek or rigid
As some fanatics or magicians,
Often pessimists or nihilists,
So worship and practice ritual.
No. We will be democratic
With a government
Who hears of all
That plagues & plights;
By little & tall,
Small & large.
We will have a middle,
Common ground
Where we may all be impartial.
That place we shall call,
Columbia.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 10:56 AM UTC
mare tranquillitatis
sea of tranquility
our place of security, of calm
Blue Moon, Moon River
across the hall
feels 238,900 miles away
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sometimes there isn't a reason why.
Sometimes you just have to sit in the pain.
Let it wash over you like rain.
Sometimes the villain wins.
With no justice in sight.
It's hard to watch a person that hurt you.
Get everything you want.
Sometimes people are people.
With their own flaws and faults.
Some are bad.
Some are good.
Sone stand in between.
You never know which one you'll meet.
Till they show the running colours underneath.
That you wish you would have never seen.
Some goodbyes are sweet.
Wishing you well.
Others are bitter.
Leaving scars in your memory.
Sometimes just sometimes.
People are people.
They can't help who they are.
Sometimes you can try to change.
To rearrange them.
Sometimes you just can't.
Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC
I walk the streets
Looking for friends
I walk the streets in
The middle of the night
As I am in search of
Of friend life forms
But only to
Be met with hate
Only to be ridiculed
Only to be
Forced to fit in
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:41 PM UTC
When one self-medicates,
Sometimes they grab the nostrum
Rather than the cataplasm.
Trying to clean the well, they mistake belladonna for myristica.
Perhaps it was the region or the season,
Maybe the water table atop which they were building.
Were it a town,
Perhaps its citizen lacked hygiene
Or had no care to maintain things.
Maybe they sparsely talked things over
And thought little of one another.
Of the many circumstances,
It could've been the building materials
Or the architects.
The dictates we lay out
For ourselves and those around us
Rarely are truly followed
In the case of relations between each other,
And typically less so
In the case of the larger world.
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 1:07 PM UTC