#softspoken
I dropped the afternoon
and watched it shatter into twenty different shadows.
One slipped under the table
and pretended to be a memory.
Another climbed the wall
and tried on the outline of a future
I never quite stepped into.
A thin one lingered by the window,
tapping its foot
as if waiting for me
to make a decision I’d postponed for years.
Two curled together on the floor,
whispering about the version of me
who still believes in easy answers.
I didn’t try to gather them.
Shadows don’t return to their owners
once they’ve tasted distance.
So I let them wander the room,
each carrying a fragment of the day
I was too distracted to live.
By evening, only one remained –
the smallest, the quietest,
the one that had followed me for months
without asking for anything.
It sat beside me
as if to say:
not every hour needs repairing.
Some can simply be released.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC
Your arms, cute legs, and nice smile –
Maybe I’m too late to feel this far, to feel a void,
or is it to _fill a void_— I try to avoid, that hits too close.
But peel away all the labels from your face, living
A little longer in my thoughts before a short-notice;
I’ll be the first to notice the role you played in my life.
Your skin like a KitKat; so for a sweet time,
I’ll break you off a piece of my heart— _that’s a bar._
But some days I’m wrapped up in emotional bars,
These hands outstretched, but arms too short
To hold every direction your thoughts wander to.
But won't you wonder too, how my legs are too thin
To outrun all the quiet decades that shaped you—
But hey, at least I still carry a nice smile.
Sounds so dreadful, visiting for a short time,
Catching those fallen stars in your wet eyes —
Wearing shorts in winter, so our knees can knock,
Two souls knocking too— knees weak; I have seven
Reasons to want you right now, though it’s really
Been a week, since I last seen your cute smile —
_And wish I could keep it for a lifetime._
Dec 3, 2025
Dec 3, 2025 at 4:20 AM UTC
i've used pain to combat grief
perhaps i'll forever be a broken radio,
humming the same old tune
on the same old default settings.
no one to repair, not one soul to listen.
but i promise to play that random night
when u need the same old comforting,
the same old recurring.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 2:26 PM UTC
Take me to the movies
Tell me something you mean
Give me something I can cry about
Give me something I can feel
I've been miserable
My heart's been impaired
My mind's enraged
As if I would break
But these tears
It won't come out
Because I'm afraid
Please, let me cry
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 11:31 PM UTC
I don't speak too much
But I read the news
Everyday
Which is where I've learned how
To expertly phrase
The few things I say
Everyday
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC