Loss I miss you I wish we could have had more time But that ship has sailed And in fact that's fine Loss and grief is part of life It can be painfully loud As it is right now Now your time's ran out Sail on the
Who am I Who am I Other than just me What is it I show? What can others see? Who am I But myself Am I true to me? Or am I just a shell? Who am I Who do I want to be? What choices do I make? How can I be
Life's story All life has an ending as everybody knows Life dealt you one last hand One you were forced to fold Now that you've lived your life Your life's become a story A story to be told
Happy hiding Right now I want to hide Flee to somewhere safe or cease to exist I myself am fine The problem is that my world's in crisis I need to find safety When out in the world there's only noise It's called a celebration Except
Featured On writing I started this post to shed some light on how and why I write. Half a year ago. And I had only written one single sentence that I rewrote just now. I'm sure that writing is different for everyone. There will be people who need a topic and
Healing Touch me, feel me Hurt me, heal me Blind me to allow me to see Bind me so I can be free Accept me and allow me to be
Hold on tight Once a lovely girl Now she's only lost Gave away her love No matter what the cost Always being there for others Never learned to put herself first Her peers just let it happen Leading to so much hurt She knows something's wrong Yet she struggles
Tattoo - the back story The poem I posted yesterday, I wrote while I was at the tattoo shop having my second tattoo done. It pretty much describes what I go through for getting a new tattoo and I want to go into this some more. First of all, the idea It starts with an
Tattoo It starts with an idea Infectious all of its own Nagging, teasing, begging Because it wants to grow Develop into something more I give it some attention Research what it needs Pictures, photos and drawings Aware that's how it feeds Curious what it's got in store
Invisible No-one seems to notice me All I want is to be seen Who am I kidding? This only happens in dreams Feelings bottled up Emotions all but forbidden So many masks and walls Deep underneath I'm hidden I want to scream I want to shout I'm
Feeling lost Keeping up appearances Around those whom I hold dear Afraid to hurt Afraid to love It's rejection that I fear I shut down Create an isolating shell No-one in I won't get out Why am I torturing myself? There's no-one else It's
Pronouns? Thanks to someone on Discord, I recently (re)discovered https://pronoun.is/. It so happens that since a couple of weeks, I've been thinking about what pronouns I would like to use. For a long time I said that I don't care which ones are used
Vision I'm looking down from a tower of sadness Can't I be happy? What is this madness? I want to move on Leave behind my past It's powerful though How long will this last? I turn around see on untrodden road Curiosity wins Door behind
Neurodivergent As I explained in a previous post, I recently found two poems that I wrote sometime last year. I promised I'd share them, but more importantly, I feel like sharing them. This is the second poem, originally written December 17, 2021. Neurodivergent Who could be my savior In
Clouds As I explained in a previous post, I recently found two poems that I wrote sometime last year. I promised I'd share them, but more importantly, I feel like sharing them. This is the first of the poems, originally written May 5, 2021. Clouds Thin clouds Up high
Starting this blog I've been thinking of starting a blog for quite some time already. I can't be exactly sure how long, but I'm positive that it's been three years at least. Three years walking around with an idea, and doing nothing about it. From
