Poetry

  • 356 days.

    It had been

    356 days,

    8,544 hours,

    512,640 minutes,

    since March 11, 2025.

     

    It had been

    356 days of smiling,

    and crying, and yelling,

    and laughing, and fighting,

  • You deserve to be happy

    I want to make someone happy that destroyed my soul,

    I want to make them feel,

    they deserve to be happy,

    and not think the entire world is against them,

    because I'm not.

     

    They broke me,

  • Weeping Willows

    The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.

    A dryad floats above her, in the air.

    They unify, becoming one.


    In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun.

  • Not quite right

    I try to meet the next

    but it's not quite right

    he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh

    he doesn't show his affection for me like  you do

    he doesn't know me like you know me

  • Poetry

    By wph

    The Eldest Game

    ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl

  • Poetry

    By wph

    Portrait of a Man Looking Back

    He can see kids glowing in the kitchen, 
    Hands sticky with sweet gossip, 

    Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he, 
    A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on, 

  • Stars

    A girl stood alone

    on the edge of the world,

    scared to fall,

     

    but somehow she could not leave

     

    Her heart pounding,

    Her chest screaming,