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Im Done
What are your biggest challenges? My soul restsat the edge of goodbye—not pleading,just worn thin.This body still fightsa war I long abandoned,each breath a duty,not a wish.I don’t seek death.I simply stopped fleeing.And if it finds me,let it be soft—I’ve held onto lifelong enough. contact me
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Who needs friends?
Are you a good judge of character? Hello everyone đź‘‹ this is “Who Needs Friends” Thank you for reading what I write, from the brights day to the darkest night. From everywhere far and near God seemed to have brought you here ❤️ I hope you enjoy my poem. Love you guys. Who Needs Friends?…
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Not Me
You get to build your peace. What’s it like? Don’t judge me. You’ve never walked the roads that broke me and rebuilt me, and you wouldn’t survive the half of it. I became who I am for reasons you’ll never understand. You don’t know me — not the real me. You only get the pieces…
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My Dark
How are you creative? There are nights when the world feels carved from obsidian—sharp, cold, and waiting to draw blood. You move through it anyway, a quiet ember wrapped in a body that refuses to go out. Survival isn’t noble here; it’s a kind of magic, the old kind, the kind whispered by creatures that…
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Alone Me
What do you want to visit? My mind doesn’t strike —it bargains.It trades in my oldest fears, my sharpest failures.Each time I climb, it tugs me softly back into doubt.The cruelest trick?It never speaks as an adversary.It speaks in my own voice—and that’s why ~~ I surrender. Hey thanks for reading. Your support mean a…
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My Fake Ok
Tell us about you. It’s hard to wear a smile all the time,when the heart aches in places unseen,when silence presses heavy as stone,and laughter feels borrowed, not clean. The world loves a mask of brightness,a grin that says I’m fine, I’m strong,but behind the curve of lips and teeththe night can stretch unbearably long.…
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Montana
Do you ever see wild animals? Elk move like shadowsthrough the timber at dawn.Hawks carve circlesin the wide, unbroken sky. Grizzlies leave silencewhere they’ve passed,and wolves stitch hungerinto the snow. Antelope spark across prairie grass,mountain goats etch their namesinto stone cliffs. Ravens argue with wind,cougars keep their secrets,trout vanish beforeyou can speak their name. This…
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Inheritance
What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year? I didn’t inherit ease.I inherited silence—the kind that bruises from the inside,the kind that teaches youhow to disappear without leaving. My childhood was a blueprintfor how to endure:walls instead of ribs,smiles stitched from caution,a heart that flinched at kindness. I grew tall…
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The Weight of Stillness
What are your favorite physical state At dusk, the world forgets its name.The wind hushes, trees hold their breath,and I sit with the silencelike an old friend who never left. The past doesn’t knock anymore—it slips in through the seams,settling beside melike dust on a windowsill. I don’t fight it.I let it speak in fragments:a…
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Unspoken
What is one thing you would change about yourself? I never said I was hurting.The silence felt saferthan the echo of dismissal. I learned to fold paininto small corners of myself,where no one would trip over it. When I did speak,and no one listened,I mistook their silencefor a verdict. Maybe I deserved it,I thought.Maybe this…
It comes to me like a shadow— I can’t see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
