#transform
Soaking in the miday sun
Evaporation has begun
Morphing from the flesh
A honeybees form is fresh
I leave the heavy earth behind
A buzzing flight inside my mind
With ultraviolet vision bright
I take a dizzy, sudden flight
Honing in on a cosmo flower
Landing on pinwheel power
Tomorrow is the truth I feel
All colors the bees will steal
Blending into amber gold
A static charge for me to hold
Collected nectar rich and deep
Is ready for the hive to keep
I follow the sun beams home
There is no time left to roam
Springtime winds bring a chill
This adventure was a thrill
My daydream is now done
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
These scars, on the mind, on the spirit, are subtle but lasting. We all carry them, though they might never be spoken aloud. I’ve learned that observing, recording, and acknowledging them can turn pain into understanding, and foresight into art.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
The snake's skin that once kept winter out
will choke it in spring if never shed.
The armor forged for yesterday's war;
becomes a cage, turns to living dread.
A mind that nails itself to stone,
afraid to loosen, bend, or learn,
mistakes a prison for a throne
and calls it truth at every turn.
To live is not to stay the same,
but leave old certainties behind:
to risk the loss of name and frame,
and molt toward a wider mind.
So let the brittle shell be gone.
Let yesterday fall, scale by scale.
Only what changes carries on;
only what yields will not go stale.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 4:19 PM UTC
I found a love
Magic, pink, glittering, all consuming
Found someone who I thought knew me
But it’s shifted
Tragic, blue, hindering, anxiety looming
all above
Will it ever make me feel lifted and soaring
like once before?
Or are those days nevermore?
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
i turned everything,
and i mean everything bad into something beautiful
my best work came from the parts i managed to salvage,
look at what i did with darkness…
i’m an alchemist
it took me a while,
but now i can stand back, smile, and show the world my masterpiece…
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
Did fear flicker
in the phoenix’s eyes
when the fire began?
Did she set herself aflame
not knowing if she’d rise again?
Her heart igniting
from the inside out,
Devouring her familiar cage
Consuming the world she called her own.
Did she wonder,
was this her final breath?
Ash holds no whispers of spark—
no promise of return.
Or did she welcome the blaze,
Facing the heat of change?
Free to fly, fearless of the flames
that transformed her.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC
Can my vanity turn me into a tulip I wonder?
Have I misunderstood a fable as a fact
A myth as an aspiration.
I beg to be released from flesh and thoughts, into petals I ask.
No. There are no myths nor magic so
Enough! I turn to science and
Demand to be reformed
And if fantasy won’t let me, perhaps science will and
No more bruised and bended knees but
Did I not ask well enough?
Why can I not pass through winter as rot
Indifferent to time?
Then spend some days as beauty in
Heat, in
Earth, please.
Remember not my voice, not my face, not my body, not my self.
End me wholly each year but let me.
Doom me solely each year but let me.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
and what did i become in a moment—
not an entity i ever wanted to be.
and don’t you understand
i just don’t
have it in myself anymore
to mean nothing
to those that mean everything to me.
i became someone i hate
i wait outside, on your porch,
trying to trap light through my fingers.
i wish no one had to love,
had to tiptoe around themselves,
had to transform into what they never wanted.
i wish i never desired
to be meaningful to others.
the world would be much easier.
i don’t feel understood,
i just feel empty—
like everyone else is living but
i cannot
fit the oxygen mask
around my mouth in time.
in a cruel world,
i made myself the cruelest
and how do i reconcile with that?
what else can i give,
offer up until there is just a
shadow left?
i don’t know who to be anymore
and i just need to be guided,
hand in hand.
i’m young and the world
has left me lost
and i am nothing of
what i’ve always
wanted to be.
i am nothing;
i lose that feeling until it is
back on my porch,
trying to trap light through its fingers
and i always let it in.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:35 PM UTC
Medusa (noun)
Sometimes the Greek myth gorgon monster, most of the time, I am—
Misunderstood. Unheard. A story twisted by trembling tongues.
They paint me a monster because it’s easier—easier than admitting what they did. Easier than facing the truth: I was not always this.
Once, I was soft—a girl with warmth in her hands and light in her eyes. But the world does not spare the soft. They touched without asking. Took without permission. And when I refused to break, they called me wicked.
I became what they feared. Not by choice—by survival.
Now, I wear my venom like a crown. I speak, and they call it defiance. I exist, and they call it danger.
But still, they watch. Still, they want. Still, they tremble beneath the weight of me.
I am the gaze that stops you mid-step. A warning wrapped in beauty. Venom in velvet.
I do not chase—I turn. I do not beg—I reign. I do not soften—I sharpen.
Once, my eyes turned from sweet to fierce, like an eagle. Once, my voice shifted from jolly to a roar, like a lion. Once, my personality changed from bubbly to gorgon—run for your life, boy, my snake hair will do the rest.
They whisper my name like a curse, but still, they look. Still, they want. Still, they fear.
I am the one they cannot hold, the storm they cannot quiet, the ruin they bring upon themselves.
I was not born to be kind. I was not made to be gentle. I am the consequence—the reckoning.
Stone-hearted? Perhaps. But only because too many tried to touch me with unworthy hands.
Misunderstood? Perhaps. Unheard? Not anymore.
I do not need to be saved. I do not need to be softened. I am the ending they never saw coming—and the beginning they cannot escape.
I am not your muse. I am your myth. Not the victim, but the legend. And when you dare meet my eyes—remember, I never blink first.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 11:05 PM UTC
...and you and I forever transform
under the aegis of the immortal
as we grow like the roots
of the banyan tree
which hang down with the branches
helping to provide shelter
as we slowly grow closer
to the sweet earth
in silent anticipation
finally touching
gently pushing deeper
until we are one in purpose.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:08 AM UTC
Trapped in flesh encasing the soul
wrapped in cancerous crust
residue of empty fleeting oppressive
carnal thoughts and pleasures
Slowly bound as a fly in a web
Small grains of poison neverending droplets of rain
harmless attractions
Unseen the process
clearly seen the results
Many of these to be trapped in
many pleasures build houses
of pain many webs much poison and a lot of rain
Many days become many
years What is out of sight
still weakens spirit and mind
All experienced in the body
the flesh imprisoning the soul
Trapped in this flesh encasing the soul
a chrysalis in putrid
cancerous crust
SUDDENLY birthed as a New Creation of
spirit and mind made whole
Not perfect but whole
Escaping as a fly from the ensnaring web
one grain of sand small compared to mountain
Small steps of faith
unseen the process
clearly seen the results
Many cocoons to transform
in many steps of faith to
take many webs to avoid
many webs to escape
Much poison to grow
immune to much rain
many days
All experienced
in the body
the metamorphosis of
the soul.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Transform my sorrow into gold,
For in the furnace of despair,
Life redefines its purpose,
Crafting beauty from the broken.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 4:32 PM UTC
She melted
But melted ice is still H2O
Same girl, different form
Transformed into who she’s always been
Pressure is off when you don’t have to always win
Silly grin, welcome back
Things were looking grim for a while
but she was never lost
Just frozen for a while
Thawed out, there’s the smile
Watch out, joy is leaking in
Sneaking back into that girl
She’s still the same one
who almost gave up when her life had barely begun
But she didn’t change
even if everything else did
And it seems so strange that
She’s stronger now
Now that she melted
Feb 13, 2024
Feb 13, 2024 at 6:38 PM UTC
If I've fallen asleep, if indeed this is a dream, I beg you not to wake me
Leave me, don't hastily take from me this flurry of happy energy
Finally in a state I honestly never thought I'd get back to fully, at least not naturally
I've found the pieces to complete me and managed to pull it all together neatly
I thank a different God weakly, genuinely grateful to be able to say that and mean it deeply
Listen man, it wasn't easy for me
I was afraid the iron mask I wore would have left me a scared form
A deformed, grotesque ground up mess like I've been starring directly into an acid rain storm
The type you don't typically walk away from or come out same person
And I did indeed emerge through the swarm of locus a transformed man but barely human
It changed me but not for the worse like I had thought it would at first
But see, I thought I was cursed cause everything I touched became immersed
In a darkness that could not be reversed, through the shadows of the valley of death I've traversed
Coerced into wandering for years in the desert, dying of thirst
Accepted that a torchered existence was my life, a complete absence of any positive essence
No instant answers to the many questions, just a silence that tests my patience
But in this instance I've been awarded for my persistence, praised for my due diligence
Regardless the distance I've had to crawl, the depth I've had to fall, tears and all, no elegance
But I've finally made it y'all, it's 2:05, I've made it past last call
The rolling snow ball that gained speed and size and chased me like Indi has crumbled at the base of the wall
The one I built and armed to the hilt, no small feat but worth it all
And now, come night fall when I lay my head down to sleep I'm no longer greeted by the frightful
The eclipse is over, a new light emerges along with a wind to take with it the ashes
Those of my former self because I'm past this, left my baggage at baggage claim when I got off the plane at my new domain and ignore it like I'm ignorant to it as it passes.
Instead of the past consuming my minds eye I now get flashes
Of the future, it must be a new feature that came with the new glasses
I'm not one of those hyped up bad ***** but with a life like survival classes
And having endured a million lessons plus physical therapy sessions to rid me of the cast and crutches
I'm almost ready to move mountains or part seas like Moses, self worth raising like taxes
Watching intently as the person in the mirror changes right in front me to a new surface, a fresh canvas
Inside it's the same rerun, battling the fact that I'm not comfortable with change for any reason, not in the slightest
Anxious about the possiblity that it crashes around me rendering me a carcass post crisis
Then it's back to square one, stripped of my a dignity like a tree barkless
But unlike a tree, I am not heartless, an emotional mess? Yes, but regardless
I've been blessed with a little boy so I need to employee better aim and better targets
Can't spar with the darkness, the gloves are off, time to end this circus
©2018
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
i have always been her
she has always been me
yet lately, she's been growing up
wrinkling her skin when she smiles
and i will always be a child
i have always been her
she has always been me
yet lately, she's been seeing wider horizons
opening her eyes to broad daylight
and i will always hide behind the moon
i have always been her
she has always been me
yet lately, she's been transforming
a metamorphosis, emerging into something new
and i will always be a caterpillar.
May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 4:20 AM UTC
YOU ARE FINE.
Well...
eventually...
you'll be.
You will rise into me.
Sitting in our cocoon.
It's not so easy.
Accepting fear and pain.
Trauma and rage.
Yes! These can be transformed.
You're okay yourself.
Together...
little one,
we'll live.
May 28, 2022
May 28, 2022 at 2:25 PM UTC
I’m a dalmatian in the park this morning
leaping with a grace I can feel
a toddler by midday, splashing
unashamedly into gleeful puddles
red wellies into small pools of sky
a bird by the afternoon
giving the impression I may take flight
as I perch wise on the wall and
stretch my feathers
watching you
a fish by the time the evening is here
paper-light and shining
pretending I am not gasping for air
but I’m gasping
because I know night is coming
And the pretence
Should really be over in time for bed.
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 5:09 AM UTC
...
Transformation, to be transformed
To fly, to the wings that soared,
My dreary genesis,
To the radiant prism, O dear Iris
Fly, Fly my butterfly
Sparkle, luster, let the light come by.
Grown and free.
The vision of beauty, sending love letters to thee.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:06 AM UTC
Freewheeling connections on belief
to lead, rule, follow and support.
Decided through a latent separation of sorts,
the choice in course for self determination.
Collective motivation from individual status,
with less regimented offers of conceit.
We transform when our shadows are shown,
as the clarity of transparency can aid growth.
Jul 4, 2021
Jul 4, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Years have passed,
Seasons have changed.
Am I an adult yet?
Couldn't say.
Relate?
While pain was brief,
And a cleanse was needed,
I still grow more and do my best to succeed.
Did I pay a bill?
Is it in the budget?
Swear to God I could go for a 20 piece McNugget.
While I shift and work it out,
I'll still ask myself am I good enough?
When isn't your mind...
What kind...
Don't lie...
Stop.
Take a breathe and it's going to be all fine.
Is my flow still the same?
Is my expression more better?
Does it make any sense to you that im still explaining and continuously refraining from resaying a word by rearranging the framing of this here decree I'm declaring?
No, not really.
With exercises and breakdowns,
I've seen it in better ways.
Still in chains,
But looser around the brains.
It's taken time,
But I'm finally in control...
I'm getting used to... New.
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
You have overstayed your welcome,
Oh entity of past lives not lived.
Your stench of decay still lingers
And seeps from my fingers.
Abandon me old skin,
You have become nothing but the skeleton of past sins
Haunting me when I am most vulnerable.
I’ve befriended an enemy and
In turn, I have become intolerable.
Yes, I have been the oppressor.
I’ve whispered, I’ve swayed, I’ve lusted, I’ve preyed,
And although I have one foot out of the door,
Old friends whisper to me,
“Come on, how much can it really hurt
If you did it once more?”
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
The law of energy states
that energy can neither be
created nor destroyed;
rather, it can only be
transformed or transferred
from one form to another.
I beg the question
if this could also reflect
the human soul's expression
of pain.
And though this would seem that
we are fated to the burden of a force
much bigger than ourselves,
there still is a transcendental irony
in the way we have the ability to
transform what would be considered
inevitable.
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
life has seasons
and I am not a flower
I am a tree
with changing colors
shedding it's leaves
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC