#saving
Being in pain doesn’t
make you
a
better
man.
I’d think that you
of all people
would understand.
For the record,
for all the damage that you have
brought upon yourself.
While they testified the evil
you are made of,
you ran away and hid yourself in a room,
locked
up.
For the record,
for all of the venom you
took instead of help.
Lay the lonely
down
to
rest.
Of us all, they were amongst
the worst
and the best.
I just wish that
someone else had reached out,
and you would have
had the courage to take their
hand.
Don’t talk to me.
Don't tell me who you are.
I don’t think I can handle
any
more
scars.
It was never your fault
that they set such
a
high
bar.
I used to think that lonely men
could be saved.
I told it to myself;
it was a fact,
plain as day.
He couldn’t
be,
they couldn’t
be
saved.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:53 AM UTC
Your words grow like ivy,
creeping through me,
invading every inch.
Winding around my ribs—
beautiful, dangerous—
suffocating beneath the shadows,
between each crack.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
In my darkness
You saw my red heart pumping
It was beating for you
Like a glow in the night
You found your way to me
You asked if I was still alive
I asked you to please come closer
Please find out
Your lips were warm
And the softness heated mine
They now matched my heart
"Carry me with you
Take me away from the darkness"
Picking me up into your strength
Carrying me like a child
My head against your chest
We were now we
And alone I can never be
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:24 PM UTC
The real question may not be,
"Who's good and who's bad?"
It may be,
Who's trying to save the world,
Who's mislead?
So when we look upon the mess that we live in,
Consider it,
Who's trying to save this world,
Who's manipulated by it?
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 9:04 AM UTC
Broken wings of anger
Spirit covered with hate
Burning eyes slain with curses
His harp that once sounded with praises
Vanished and moaning in pain
Paint vanity while grieving
Burning the flesh with his own
The moon freezes with his voice
Remembering the night of his fall
When faceless god saw him and call
I shall give you the world
The weakness of my mortals
With fear and pain savor their flesh
Succumb their crafts to rest
Scorching fire curtains the tears
Oh his silent tears
The sacrifice of losing home
Follow the hands who made your soul
Let go of the will act the scroll
His heart was breaking when he look his fall
When faceless go saw him and call
I shall give you the hands
To punish and bend
Disguise beauty, seal despair
Lead my picturesque destruction
Till they seek my heavenly salvation
Sitting and listening
His harp sounding light
He knew echoed footsteps call
Faceless god would vanish his soul
The blessed night of his fall....
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 8:02 PM UTC
The heart shaped piggy bank
rolled down the street.
You waited until the door was open
and then rolled right out.
I slid my last dollar in,
building towards something more
something more than paper-thin
ambition,
a future that includes you,
in some shape or form.
I don’t know how you fell,
or how you got down from the shelf.
Better a dollar bill
than my hand stuck inside you.
I’m glad you didn’t break.
I fed you all my dreams,
all my ambitions.
It’s no wonder you didn’t explode
when you hit the ground,
waiting for something real
Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
why do i apologize when im the one who got hurt?
how many times must i search for forgiveness in the hands of someone who limits the air i breathe? while they wipe their sins on my clean clothes, the filth makes me a martyr
my body doesn't feel like my own, the faded scars on my arms seem so unfamiliar
what have i given up to be able to blame myself for all the ways in which someone can hate?
my skin has become unyielding, not allowing the words i have to say spill from an empty canvas onto deaf ears
this heart has caved in, occupying the empty spaces that once belonged to functional lungs -
where have they gone?
everything has become so blue, an ocean has swept me away, and the stars have taken over the sunlight glistening within the waves
why must everything become doomed in the end?
if i fall to my knees in defeat, face the pain of others and call the afflictions i've been given freely, as grace.
does this mean that I've been saved?
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 12:56 PM UTC
Elegantly without mistep put up the dish
Tremorlessly clean the mess of a mind
Upon the sacred fall outs make a wish
Ask the universe for freedom to be mine
Find yourself before you heed all that's broken
Be careful to not step on the glass shards
Try and try to be there try and listen
So that maybe you can mend broke hearts
Be there when his whole world comes down
Greet him without a sympathetic sigh
Trust your arm to hold him close
Because Into your shoulder he'll cry
Fight the unseen battle walls
Crack your imposing glass ceiling
Because no matter how many times you fall
You'll never get a risen feeling
Tell him you'll be ok for him
So long as he himself is ok
And sometimes you'll have to lie to him
Because he desperately needs you to stay
Fight through the worst of mental storms
Ignore everything that causes you pain
And when the worst of news has formed
You tell them that you're ok
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 6:11 PM UTC
When a man learns to love,
He must bear the risk of hatred.
But is anyone willing to risk being hated just to save him?
I guess not
Not when the person you're saving
Doesn't want to be saved.
Yet,
There are some foolish enough
To save that person.
I am one of those fools.
Jul 16, 2023
Jul 16, 2023 at 10:18 AM UTC
“We are the US government”
We can print out of thin air
Mister Sherman says aloud
Which should be quite a scare
But yet he says of Bitcoin
(Amazing that he can dare)
That bitcoin isn’t valuable
But created from thin air
Bitcoin has a cost to make
A cost that can’t compare
To fiat’s cheap and easy flow
Debasing the saver’s share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For making us all aware
Of your Cantillon privilege
Printing money from thin air
Study what a bitcoin costs
To make one - with work & care
And you’ll see Bitcoin’s value
Come join and get a share
Thank you Mister Sherman
For helping us to prepare
As our dollars get debased
Since they’re printed from thin air
May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 11:54 AM UTC
Made for you
You didn't use it
Can't get it back
Gone forever
Always there...
Is it waiting for itself?
If you find out
Let me know
I need more...
Mar 14, 2022
Mar 14, 2022 at 6:22 PM UTC
like a compass that has lost north
spinning without pattern, without end
my heart races erratically, unmoored
by just the soft touch of your hand
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 11:00 PM UTC
cheap beer will always taste
like the bars that raised me
and your lips will always taste
like the thing that saved me
May 26, 2021
May 26, 2021 at 1:04 AM UTC
i feel like i annoy people
because i get over-excited
about taylor swift
or twenty one pilots
i get made fun of for it
but i just laugh along with them
how am i supposed to explain
that im still here because of their music
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 7:11 PM UTC
..the night when heaven wept..
..the flowers turned their petals' down..
..quiet, the footsteps on the ground..
..pick me up out of this mud..
..take my hand and pull me back..
..some sad, some sick, some lost, some lone..
..they'll roam anywhere to find a their home..
..the truth's its gone, but they can't move on..
..keep on singing this sad song..
..the night when heaven wept..
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC