every time i tell people i have a blog, they ask me what its about. i tell them its about nothing. that i just write whatever i feel like.

if you asked me what my blog was about

and i said “nothing”

than you should know

that i don’t take kindly to judgement

you can look at it yourself, i wont deny that of you

but i rather not be there when you do

my archive is vulnerable; an outward personification of myself

and that scares me.

11/07/2025

Belled sleeves hug striped wrists in a warm embrace

an eye,a twitch; given which blame

too clean

too bright

too safe

too mean

are you really that upset

I take up so much space

a booth otherwise empty

clinging

and grasping

an apple held tenderly to the sky

Tusk and tail

Tightly wound by his fond knuckles

Peeled

picked

pried and pruned

penalty

10/29/2025

The paint thinner i

Left in the mug on my

Desk left unyielding betrayal

Noxious unkept

You know it’s never good at the start

Maybe its only good at the start

Tear my paintings apart

your distance arrives before departure

subtly is blatant when

you always expect it

the object of obsession

the one you never mention

blocked out the teachers lesson

learned nothing in the process

——

i dress up to

sit in my room; for hours on end

alone in my room

i dress up to

drive around

by myself

in the dark

i dress up to

go for a walk

to get the mail

a brisk breeze

guiding my feet

and im still not tall enough

——-

do you know what it is

to believe

to put your face in the pillow and count the seconds

breathe in and curse yourself

to say a prayer to a god you’d like to believe in

the bottom of a ceramic mug is a useful tool

for a girl whose facade knows no bounds

like that of a writhing worm.

to believe

in a future where change comes from desire

when will isn’t enough

10/08/2025

Seek to understand

Men with their sandpaper hands

It’s what it is

To never be known

To be irrevocably alone

Penciled in preferences;

A readiness to expire from

One’s preemptive insolent assumptions

To piggyback on my infantry

Swallowed by your indecency

09/26/2025

I see it now

a blaze of

heightening hypocrisy

picking at the hairs

one by one

the balance shifts in your favor

the blindfold come undone

at a tipping point of rage and readiness

you succumb to male predisposition

nothing more

nothing less

than what you were destined to be

a frame, the day would come

to hang you up on the wall

leaning slightly to the left

a picture of promiscuity’s pinnacle

painted oil on water muddied

apples and oranges

but you’re too tall to tie my shoes

and i trip oh so often

teeth bared from soft jaw

soft lip and sharp claw

revelation thirty four

found it again

once more

7/29

Today has been so long, my back hurts, my head hurts, and my social battery is drained. I still have 3 hours left though. I guess it could be worse. I’m just tired. Whether or not I stick it out is up for debate. Typically that’s not a problem, I understand the importance of staying at work, however I have been so emotional and exhausted lately, and its only my lunch break. People are exhausting and stupid. I didn’t get to write much, but now its time for me to return. I will try to write more tonight. Unless I play Pokémon.