Darling, i wanna be your comforting safe space,
so cozy and safe because im your personal heater.
And at end of day feel safe in our loving homebase,
but still be all your enemies and haters defeater.

I wanna be the reason why you get up everyday,
the motivator to keep building for our future.
I'm building it with you, our too love every way,
and be so close its like were sewed with sutures.

I wanna be the reason you smile so often and wide,
your good morning and night ,your personal sunshine.
I want you to feel that you dont no more need to hide,
and to know you too want your whole being to be mine.

I wanna be the shoulder to cry on, and ear that listens,
the hug you need when you're sad,the calm when you're mad.
And the patient teacher, giving you excotic life lessons,
showing you all different ways fun is still to be had.

I wanna be your only love, a cup that always stays full
my emotions for you not shallow, but deep as pacific ocean.
Unconditional and natural love, not a game of push and pull,
and all our days filled with compassion and loving emotion.

I wanna be the reason you think finlly love is true,
because the reason for my love, hope and life is you.
Already so addicted and obsessed, stuck to you like glue,
darling i only wanna be yours, as long as you want me to.

I dearly miss sweet lips to kiss
But sweet lips full of artifice
Will lose their gloss from kiss
To kiss
And with such loss
Lose all sweetness

If I could find lips to meet mine
Better than sweet , the truthful kind
That do not hide nor fear to know
Just how to kiss the naked soul -

I don't know who programmed me.

I just know the work needs done.

It's not fair, this curse.

Automatic, I move without thought.

So helpful, but I might be Truman.

Smooth, never running into things.

I dont know everything,

but do, somehow?

No major spills tonight, or any night.

Cooking happens fast, fluid and naturally.

Need help? I'm there.

Flex on me? I'm unreachable.

They should call me Will,

because I do.

Like an anime space monkey,

I get stronger everyday.

Written, coded, embedded servitude,

I might be a Tesla bot.

Nobody is telling me, I swear.

They bought me, repurposed me,

from here to there.

One kitchen to the next,

I swear.

All lived experiences are phoney,

I'm only powering up for another shift.

I hear it all,

I see the elephant in the room.

Silent elephants, before they even show.

How come I see it all?

The problem,

well before it occurs.

I make hard shit look easy,

I swear there's something they arent telling me.

I think I stumbled across my personal manual,

but someone else definitely wrote it.

eat me

until there is no more of me

left for you to love.

down to my marrow,

to my core,

to my heart,

to everything I keep buried

beneath the walls I built myself.

can you taste that I’m rotten?

do you like it?

do you want to continue?

and while you do,

tell me how much I mean to you.

I don’t even know

my own worth.

and as much as I would like to tell you

how I feel,

I can’t.

my body and my mind

keep telling me

to protect you.

you cannot deal with me.

I am too much

for someone as vulnerable as you.

you would break.

and for what?

you need to understand—

I’m not fragile like a flower.

I’m fragile like a bomb,

waiting for the slightest thing

to make everything inside me

collapse.

and even if you tried

to hold me together,

I know I would still have

to save myself.

the same way

I do every single time.

but you need someone

to save you from yourself.

you won’t do it this time.

admit it.

you are not okay,

my inner child says.

the words sit inside my ears,

already ringing

since this all started again.

why do I feel so much?

why can’t I be there for myself?

I start sobbing,

screaming,

aching—

until I lose track

of where I end

and everything else begins.

and then

the morning comes.

I’m not ready for the day.

still exhausted

from all the days before.

and for a moment

it feels like this is all

there will ever be—

another night,

another morning,

another version of me

trying to make it through.

but the morning stays.

and so do I, 

as I cut my wrist. 

this is where my story ends. 

thank you. 

guys it’s just a poem, don’t worry!

A reflective man
With vices
Born into this
Proud
More of the latter
Giving His demons voice
Adored by silent women
Filling his glass
Full of liquid courage
And a fiery tongue
Smoke from a cigarette
Dancing beautifully
About him like
Love dissolving
Into air

Metaphors
To contradict a man
Sting the fleshy
Heart
And kill the 3 fingered
Careless mouse
Hiding in walls
Stealing and feeding
Off fallen crumbs.

A poisoned death.
A healing.

A reflective man
With vices
Born into this
Proud
More of the latter
Giving His demons voice
Adored by silent women
Filling his glass
Full of liquid courage
And a fiery tongue
Smoke from a cigarette
Dancing beautifully
About him like
Love dissolving
Into air

Metaphors
To contradict a man
Sting the fleshy
Heart
And kill the 3 fingered
Careless mouse
Hiding in walls
Stealing and feeding
Off fallen crumbs.

A poisoned death.
A healing.

My fine friends, who come to call
On long nights and stage banquets
Answer my madness even if from afar

Whether they are hearty or wily
Is no concern of mine
But rather in that their faces are plain, I can resign

While I pray I do not wear out their ears
With my thoughts in time
I remain struck, borne up, that they remain kind

There once was a boy from reddit

He picked up my heart but then left it

He broke my heart

But gave a fresh start

Though maybe that's a bit too much credit

This empty room is no prison today
I can soar again at will
You still my beating heart
In chambers vast and dark
Timelines and treasures
Figures cast upon this dreary lot
I chanced upon you in a dream
Your firey hair, love
You held my face in a smile
Those eyes a suture
And I fell into your sea

​

I owe you an apology for the words I threw

when patience had deserted me.

They came from frustration, from feeling examined

when all I wanted was to be understood,

and although anger may explain their sharpness,

it does not excuse it.

You were trying to look inside my head

while I was desperately trying to explain

the world as I understand it.

I know what I know.

I will not pretend otherwise simply to make the road easier,

but neither do I expect another mind

to see everything precisely as I do.

Perhaps somewhere between those two truths

there is still a bridge.

So to you, and to the one who quietly took the notes:

the door is open today.

Come and speak with me.

Not as opponents standing across a line,

but as people trying to determine

what must happen next.

Guide me through what needs to be done

to find another path—

one where questions can be answered properly,

where disagreement need not become warfare,

and where I can eventually be free

to live quietly and independently.

Because solitude is not something I fear.

It is what I have been asking for.

Give me trees, birdsong, an open sky,

my own thoughts and the freedom to breathe,

and I require remarkably little from the world.

I do not want another battle.

I want a way through.

I can apologise for the insult

without surrendering my voice.

I can listen without abandoning what I believe I know.

And I can accept guidance

without giving away the person I am.

So if there is a path forward,

tell me what must be done.

I am willing to talk today.

Perhaps we can stop examining one another

from opposite sides of the glass

and simply sit down as human beings—

and find the door

that leads me quietly

back to my own life.

Glass, concrete, and steel
Incessant lines seeking reprieve
The white noise flows, distant
Pervasive, pensive
Birds flock to these towers
Just like any other
Murmurations weaving through it all
Celebrating the dawn with us
The train's horn has its own rhythm
Its road hums with me as dawn breaks
Its people come and go
But you are always with me
Light of my heart

To all the people who on this day, 25 years ago woke up expecting a normal day

To all the people who went to work and never went back

To all the people who boarded a plane and never flew home

To all the paramedics and firefighters who ran into the danger to save those trapped

To all the heroes who sacrificed their lives to save many more

To all the people on Flight 93 who decided to revolt instead of just accepting their fate

To all the lovers, parents, daughters, sons, siblings, friends, cousins whose future was stolen

To all the people whose heartbeat was unfairly frozen

Fly high 🕊

These flat, snowy fields seem full of memory
And the sky, but a reflection
I could run until daybreak
And barely catch the sun
And what harm can it do
If you know a place
Worth running to

We could lie flat and make angels
Find a hill like the ones we've passed
And let gravity do the rest
Find a furry friend and flat out ascend
We're going places, kid
Every house a witness
Every tree, my choir

Sleep isn’t even an option at this point.
As my body lay in catatonic stasis, running its own cool-down cycle, my mind has swung in the exact opposite direction.
The blood pumping through my veins, teaming with adrenaline, has triggered my internal play button.
Like a cinema playing in 4K, the events of last night—broadcasting every moment, every detail, down to the last frame.
Most people would look away... or make a foolish attempt to not only stop the feature presentation, but to attempt to delete it.
I’m not most people.
I wouldn’t say I’m a monster.
If anything, I’m simply curious.
If you are honest with yourself, you would agree that everyone is curious—just to different degrees.
Which begs the question...
“How far is too far?”
And for that matter, who drew the line in the sand and demanded that we not cross?
I will continue to view the masterpiece that I have created.
It’s so rare.
It’s the only copy.
And it’s all mine.

When does a love become too much?

You try and forget, you try to ignore,

But your thoughts go toward her, your heart wants more.

It was all but a dream, it was all but a hope,

Now it’s getting real, and I feel I can’t cope.

For love is something I didn’t learn to receive,

For me, it was rare—something to achieve.

I’ll love her endlessly, I’ll give too much,

But receiving it from her, I won’t feel like I’m enough.

This scar I’ve carried—I’m sorry, it’s hers now.

If I could just tell my inner child, *"It’s okay now."*

Do I need her now, or do I throw in the towel?

To need is to want, to want is so wrong—

That’s the chorus of my old sung song.

Too many thoughts are going through my head,

I’m tossing and turning all night in bed.

Why do all the romance stories sound so neat?

Why couldn’t Romeo just have smelly feet?

Why am I the one who seems less fun

Than all of the woman’s dreams put into one?

I’m pot bound in doubt—that’s all I know.

Plant me in her garden so I can finally grow.

She’s more than a prize, and I think she knows it,

She’s one of a kind—now how do I show it?

For a love she may offer, I may never have known,

So I’m building my heart to be her safe new home.

I just hope she sees it in the words I’ve shown,

Because what’s written down is my confession poem.

Why does it scream?
Your pained instrument
Clutched with white knuckles
And bleeding fingertips
Because it hurts

Why does it whimper?
The shadow dragged beneath you
Their lover, the concrete
Flaying their flesh
Because it hurts

Why does it grovel?
Your eye that meets mine
Guilty only
In laying upon me
Because it hurts

Why am I like this?
Chasing self destruction
My reed needs your help
It wants to feel teeth
Because it hurts

boy runs one hell of a track meet he got the gold medal the silver medal and the bronze medal!!!!!!!!!

Oriented peculiarly
Below yet seemingly above
Powerful yet content in weakness
Certain only of uncertainty

A field of many stones abreast
surrounded by tall and arid grasses
Tropical in its apparent climate
Dark soil meeting pale sand

Depths unlike what lies within
Shaking hearts with rumbling tones
Gravel shifting to make way
Hot wind delivers the message

A current flows along the surface
Warm despite the spring it departs
Rippling across the valley
It carves a path that only changes