#shaking
What makes you cry during intimacy?
What breaks throught the crack
That you've hid enaugh?
What makes you listen to that voice in there?
What's that tremble that starts the avalanche
And destroys everything inside there?
What are you more afraid of?
That they will see or they will feel?
Those tears are gonna fall against your will.
Right against their skin, will you let them in?
They're gonna see, they're gonna feel.
The person infront of them against their will.
All bare and shaken,
Where has your voice been taken?
Why do you flinch and gasp?
Who hurt you so bad?
Why shouldn't you be here?
Why shouldn't you feel this?
What was it?
What made you cry?
What pushed you through the crack?
Did that hurt enaugh?
Enaugh to shake you-now will you give up?
Or will you face them now, lifting your chin up?
Why are you crying so bad?
Why are you grasping for breath?
Doesn't it make you cry enaught?
Are you not feeling enaugh?
That weight is bruising
And your bones are breaking.
You're shaking,
You're tearing,
Their hands are reaching-
Flinch.
Their hands are shaking.
You're both shaking,
Your insides bleeding.
2026.02-3
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
You learn to walk
And you grow up
And the ground is exactly where you expect it to be.
But I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
My world spins
Even as I write.
I sit and my heart is sore.
I want to rip out my stitches
But nothing ever broke;
So I pretend I’m not dizzy
And that the ground is still there
And that maybe it’s just the waves.
My hands are always shaking
From the lightning in my bones,
And my hands shake
-and my world spins
-and it’s all just maybe the waves
-and I’ve been dizzy for 4 weeks now
And the ground is not there.
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 4:49 PM UTC
Where is my voice?
Why am I anxious?
The people they stare
Why can’t I speak?
I’m right here,
I’m human
Why do you stare?
When I freeze
When I shake with tears,
When I go invisible
Why are you always there?
Just…watching
Always there, in mind,
In presence, that voice I hear,
I get anxious, nervous,
A shaky mess of limbs and hair
Accompanied by those tears.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 11:10 AM UTC
a new poet, here,
quite breathless,
in this new rarefied
universe-of-uni-que-verses,
five, count’em,
five poems fell from
*within me but
to (out-with) you,*
even
without you
as if they existed prior, since
the beginning of
time, and just needing releasing,
like birds
from a jailor’s cage,
and well for me, feeling freedom
for the
very first time,
it’s a major
minor miracle,
two whole followers,
and I
run to the sea shores
to advise the world of
no-one-can hear-me of this
new development,
and the silence rewards me
with a sense of
awe, at this earthshaking development,
because I am actually shaking & stirring with/from
a crazy mixture of anxiety excitement exhaustion,
crazy like someone slipped me a key to a whole other world,
to where I can steal away
anytime I want and shout out
over an empty beach,
words of creation sung
in a crazy tune,
and I realize that I am
actually
naturally
high
**this is so very cool. feel free to laugh,
at or with me, no cares, as long as
our laughing is in our mutual language!**
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Ten thousand screams, seething with rage,
Ten thousand cries, trembling with pain,
Merging into one, a relentless wave,
Years of feeling, fractured and fleeting,
Rushing through the corridors of my mind.
A violent melody, endless and raw,
A symphony stretching across eternity,
Then everything dissolved into silence,
I sank to my knees, drowning in emotion,
What was this feeling, unnameable, ungraspable?
It was everything at once, yet nothing at all,
Tremors rippled, inside and out,
Echoing through the fragile shell of my world,
The walls I built, brick by careful brick,
Collapsed in seconds, a symphony of ruin.
What was that feeling? They called it panic.
I thought I was fine, thought I was okay,
But was my well-being a masterful illusion,
A play I directed to soothe my mind,
To fabricate solace for my existence?
That feeling—everywhere, yet nowhere at all—
The tight, suffocating pain, piercing through,
Everywhere, yet nowhere, a phantom ache,
My world crumbling, and truth dawning:
I was doing too much, yet not enough.
It was cold, unrelenting, this truth—
Nothing is enough, not even everything.
I wanted to cry, not just inside,
But to pour out the ache that hollowed my chest,
Yet Death hovered, its blade aimed at my heart.
Cold, numbing, but somehow awakening,
I had to stop pretending, stop the facade,
To find the strength to truly be fine,
Not in illusion, but in truth’s embrace,
To seek the help that heals the soul.
Everywhere, yet nowhere at all—
The pain, the guilt, the resentment,
Aimed at everything, yet nothing at all.
And in that moment, I gave myself permission,
To not be okay— and that was enough.
-fir.m
Nov 28, 2024
Nov 28, 2024 at 1:44 PM UTC
Shaking hand holds pen
"It is just cold" one more lie
Afraid to face truth
Apr 28, 2024
Apr 28, 2024 at 9:47 AM UTC
Oh the guilt I felt, I don't think you understand how it
t
o
r
e
me apart, left me s ha k in g,
sobbing,
begging for something to help you.
Because I couldn't.
And I will
never,
never forgive myself.
Jan 3, 2022
Jan 3, 2022 at 7:46 PM UTC
Why am I always so depressed?
Why can't it stop?
Tears well up in my eyes
Words stuck in my throat.
I try to get help but I can't move
Feet stuck to the floor
And hands Jittering quickly
Make this stop
Make this stop
Make this stop
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
I had a dream, that you crashed and
burned
I ran to you,
my body shaking,
𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟.
It was not a dream.
How can I fit the whole of you in my arms again
Your body so alive and breathing, real in a way I
don't know what to do with
I am not strong enough to stop your fire
I wish I could, for a while
step back,
no fear.
Breathe you in and
hold you close
and say "You are loved because these hands touch you,
these arms hold you,
this skin knows you
and this heart longs for you."
They are all mine, and yours too,
the crash, the burns, all fire.
I'll make it stop if you allow me to.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:26 AM UTC
What used to matter
Now its all useless.
All those those things I thought were true
Seems like I didn't even had a clue.
Even though I was used to the pain
Cause it was the only thing made me feel alive!
Now it seems to not matter
It was all useless!
Waking up everyday with the same burden
Caught in the web I, myself had woven
What it really seems
Is that nothing really matters!
My head starts spinning
My body's shaking
Thinking about what could've done!
My feet starts walking
My hands are reaching
Desire for my world to burn!
And still I am here
Just waiting for you...
Drowning in the pool of agony
With disbelief in Separation!!!
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC
By playing hatred for attention
the ones who need it are ignored.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Shaking, fidgeting
tape around cotton *****
red seeping through my shirt sleeve
They're going to see what I did
What I've become
What I always was inside.
It's no one's fault but my own
. . .
But they don't give a ****
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
you're on my mind
and my hands
they're
s h a k i n g
and even though you hurt me
i still can't help but
o b s e s s
over you
i'm burning
it's like fire
s p r e a d i n g
over what's left
of my heart
Sep 24, 2019
Sep 24, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
My heart pounds.
My lungs stutter,
chest tightens, hands shake.
Words echo
harsh and
loud like two drums off-beat.
I don't want
to listen
but they don't want to stop.
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
Within the stillness of that night,
when nothing seemed to be quite right;
They came to me with veins of ice,
and at that time, I was only nine.
~
What they wanted, I knew too well,
the shame, the pain, the guilt, the Hell;
My pulse went up, my heart, it fell,
they made me promise not to tell.
~
What could they possibly want with me,
I didn't understand, I couldn't see;
The horror drove me to my knees,
and I quietly cried out my small plea.
~
My call, it fell upon deaf ears,
as it had done, all of these years;
This wasn't the first time they brought fear,
nor the first time that I cried my tears.
~
"Won't you please just go away,"
this I wished, this I prayed;
But to no avail, they continued to play,
I felt that I was on display.
~
Just like the other nights before,
my body ached, and I was sore;
I didn't feel alive no more,
as I picked myself up off the floor.
~
When they were finished, they let me be,
alone again, just the walls and me;
I was shaking from my head to my feet,
they left me impure, and incomplete.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
You looked at me
I saw your stare
The cold
uninviting
stressing
stare.
The one that kept me up at night,
shaking from fright.
You said you weren't sorry for what you said last night.
And that you meant it all.
Oh my.
What spite.
A shimmer in my eyes.
That's all it took to change my life forever.
No longer was I your slave.
I didn't follow you around
with my mouth open
drooling.
No more.
I wouldn't...
I couldn't...
That's what we all say,
until we do.
And that's when the scary begins all over again.
When you fall in to the same trap,
Over
and
over
again.
Once the cycle has begun, there is no leaving
from one's stum.
For your stum is your home.
And your home is your cycle.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
i'm sorry that me nervously tapping on the table
annoys you
sara,
but like,
it's not as if i can just
not
have anxiety
or anything.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC
I hold my love for you
like the frail egg of a blue jay,
and I beg my shaking fingers to hang on.
There is a thumping beat within
threatening to break free from
thin shell.
I gently cup this in my palm
and I dream of the day it can beat alongside your thundering heart,
a thought to
soothe
my
worries
and
feed
a
steady
slow
pulse.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC