#youngadult
Everyone I've ever known
They all come and then they go
And I stand still, I'm like a tree
Rootless, swaying in the wind.
Bits and pieces of myself
Quietly broke loose and fell
But in the shadow of my mind,
I still wish I'd put up a fight.
Life goes on but here I stand
Waiting for my roots to mend
Longing to be loved and held,
Waiting for a steady hand.
Time slips past before my eyes
I'm watching it from the sidelines
Ungrounded, haunted by this thought—
As I grow old, I may not sprout.
Seasons come and seasons go
And this is all I've ever known.
I'm hoping one day I'll grow fruit,
Spread my roots, then heal my wounds.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
I await transplant to a new ***
Where no one knows me, the soil is rich,
So I can grow into someone that I'm not.
Where face and name
Are strangers to each other,
Where I'm only son
Of a mother and a father.
Yet — "Wherever you go, you take yourself with you."
— Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
I wrestle this truth, sour and toil,
For wherever I'd go, whatever soil,
I am body and soul,
Present and shadow.
I am root and stem;
I am the scent and the flower.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 3:52 AM UTC
i still think about her,
the girl across the street,
always humming
to the basket full of laundry
resting on her hips.
in between the notes
the echo sang back:
comparison piece.
hatred simmered in our veins,
each pulse a reminder
of a childhood nearing its end,
until this foolish girl,
skin marked by her shame,
every inch a silent judgement,
became a cautionary tale.
i still think about her,
how her voice vanished,
slipped through the fabric of dusk
and we only caught glimpses
of who she once was —
and sometimes
i wonder who she’s become.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 10:06 AM UTC
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
The air feels like peroxide
It’s messy, everywhere
Inside, outside my mind
I’m 18 and have all bark and no fight
Everyone says I’m alright
It is true I enjoy life, a little too much ,
I guess they’re right.
The weakest currents sway me
Walking away seems against the tide
I stand and hope no one sees me
Trying. barely holding on to life.
I dwell in the intensity and dwell in the present
I create melancholy in this exact instant
Nostalgia breeds the nothingness inside of me
Kills my inner child ,leaves room for adolescence
I prefer my heart tortured than at peace
Feeling something triumphs it all to me
This spiraling is what seems to keep me alive
Hanging on the nothing and could’ve beens
I’m 18 and the wind feels like a storm
Feels like I was waiting for this moment , since the day I was born
Waiting for my heart to yearn , waiting for my heart to be torn
Breaking in a thousand pieces yet still wanting more
Crashing under the pressure of the gale
dust sealing me eyes shut in a second
falling once again on my face
hoping there are lessons to be made
hoping I can enjoy my mistakes .
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 6:54 PM UTC
(on the ten-year anniversary of leaving home)
without looking back,
she boarded a flight,
concealing that piercing anxiety.
to soothe the ache,
packed her language as a guide,
weeping quietly for her country.
recognition came in tears,
stretched paper-thin—
that her home couldn’t yet grasp
that love begins within.
the early years, under flickering lights,
were spent seeking solace.
with inner voices softly humming—
inhaling cheap wine,
books as her compass—
enough to outweigh not belonging.
some nights,
she danced until her heels
worn the skin away,
bleeding her truth into tile,
whilst friends, thick as thieves,
melted into laughter, and gin.
she loved badly,
lit candles to soften the silence
that screamed louder at 3 a.m.,
scribbled poetry
on the walls of her soul—
long forgotten, left forsaken.
her twenties were a strange gift,
she never thought to ask for,
memories scattered down the hallway,
like spilled drinks, laced with honesty.
sometimes the weight is still sore,
and yet she’s walking,
barefoot,
unfolding.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
i wear my diamonds on the daily
doesn't matter where i go
i like to watch the flags a-wavin'
reminds me why he's still not home
and i cook up ultraviolence
dope and glitter on the stove
keepin' it hot for when he gets here
gotta make sure his safe is full
he's a bad boy, on a roll
likes to watch me smoke
while i work the pole
and he's all mine, cherry pie
like to ride shotgun
when it's do or die
he don't do nothing for free but
he's free as one can be
gives his pretty baby everything
that her iced out heart can dream
with his sawed-off in his lap
i know that this is where it ends
and if i die by his sailor hands
i'll make sure to kiss god's rings
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
If the past is but an illusion
and the present is all that I am,
then it’s an illusion that has made me strong;
all those things that didn’t go as planned.
I drift now, happy to observe life
as it happens around me,
as it whisks me along with it,
I’m trying to stay grounded.
And I love now, passionately.
Not with a flame, but now I am the sun.
I have my own mind,
but I’m made up of everyone.
I am human enough to feel
slow crushing of heart,
but I am angel enough
to not fall apart.
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:19 AM UTC
From the golden pearls placed on its doors,
my breath got cut short.
Its sliver coloring shook me to my core.
I saw it’d started to widen ,
thought I would see the world’s most beautiful garden...
but instead : stood, before me
a pit of fire and hell that could **** me,
and melt the life I have inside of me ,
I saw flames that spoke to me
“Ryan”
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 1:48 PM UTC
wee bit of innocence,
left upon the rampant
running blindly with an open shield
to find self confidence
some shred of assurance of guidance
praying you'll prey in place of the prey
...
in this world, this world,
this cruel, cruel, wild, world...
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I want to eat junk and not grow fat
I want a loving boyfriend whose not an ******
I want to miss classes and still get a degree
I want to be a pro footballer without hurting my knee
I want flawless skin with an iced tea and milkshake diet
I want my voice to be heard and still be quiet
I want to have hot *** and keep my virginity
I want to party all night and day and keep my sanity
I want to smoke trees as still be religious
I want to not lift a finger and still be prestigious
I want the impossible
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow
the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast
she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night
it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
nothing is wrong
but something doesn’t feel right
i am an actress in a play who has tears in her eyes
because the script changed and
now she doesn’t know her lines.
the spotlight burns on my skin
i know this is a defining moment
the universe has its eyes on me
but all I can do is speak echoes of what I rehearsed
Uncertainty and Anxiety press against my chest
as if trying to break through my ribcage
and crush my heart
i want to leave the stage
quit the play
burn the script
but I love my role too much
and I want those flowers when the curtain falls
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC
There is still a part of me that will always be a child.
I do not think there will be a time where I will lose her,
That part of me who needs to be looked after.
I have spent so long now trying so hard to independent.
The days I go hungry because it is only me who will cook,
They will always be a part of me.
I take solace in the knowledge I can always go home,
But the day will come when home is what I have built for myself,
And the only person who will cook for me is me.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 8:45 PM UTC
songs for the plastic,
not so fantastic.
kardashian culture,
girl is like a vulture.
that beige colour food,
difficult to swallow and chew.
songs for the blind,
men obsessed with a woman's behind.
immune to love songs like an antibitoic,
now
can someone please change the topic.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
How can you stop
yourself from falling
when there's nothing
holding you back?
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 8:52 AM UTC
beautiful eyes, beautiful smile
beautiful heart, beautiful mind
beautiful name, beautiful self
those things i need them the most
those things i need to own them
for myself
and only for me
i’ve never said i love you
i’ve always been saying that i hate you
all because i don’t understand
my heart, my feelings
i pray to god every night
banging on his door
begging him on my knees
“i want to be his friend”
i’ve never heard from him
yet you come to build me up
and then tear me up
just as fast as escape velocity
i kept calm
because i somehow know
that we’ll be fine
i’ll be fine
but then i heard from him
he said with his punch against my stomach
his tight grip around my neck, choking the air out of me
“no, young lady.
you shall suffer more.
i will give you someone
someone you’ve never expected
to step on your bleeding injury.”
GIFT OF GOD,
do you know what i’ve been through?
do you know how it feels to be left behind without knowing the why?
do you know how it feels to see you pretending not to know me?
do you know how it feels to know that someone else has fallen for you?
do you know why on earth i keep on holding you?
embracing every memories that i have about us?
because life back then was simple
until you said your last goodbye.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
do you know why there is this thing called pain?
because you keep on reaching out for something that you can’t reach
because you keep on thinking if maybe he did this because of that so you will always thing there still is probability
because you keep on letting the memory that you hold on to so tightly alone in your heart and mind playing all of those beautiful memories that ever happened
then, who creates pain?
you did.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
You’re pretending not to know me
You’re saying you did that out of pity
I’ve got every single reason to hate you
But why can’t I?
I’ve tried a hundred thousand times to hate you
But at the end of the day, I’ll keep coming back to you
Why would you do such l
And then something inside me whispers
An almost-unheard voice
A voice from somewhere inside
“Because his ego is freaking high,” it whispers
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
You don't care about how my feeling is
You just want to hear whether your purpose's concealed
What is inside that heart I used to know?
What happened to your beautiful mind?
Why would you knife me?
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
My whole life,
I've been running,
I've been hiding,
I've been screaming,
Trying so hard to conceal my emotions
But with you by my side,
I can't do that anymore
All I can do is stop.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
Why would you come to leave?
Why would you come to overturn everything that I've ever believed in?
Why would you come to forget?
Why would you come to eradicate?
How could you be such an **** to me?
And then I realize the answer:
Because I don't m a t t e r .
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
There is this boy
The boy whom you're always telling your stories to
The boy who listens to you always
The boy whom you don't actually know
There is this boy
The boy who is my best friend's older brother
The boy who keeps telling her sister about what his best friend said
The boy who is actually the same person that you know
But you don't know that fact
Why?
Because you're too blinded
To see that boy running in circles
Just to make sure that you and him are okay
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
You don't like me, I get that
You don't wanna stand by me, I get that
You don't love me, I get that too
I totally get everything you're doing to me
But you're pretending not to know me,
there is where I lose my mind.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 3:36 AM UTC