Shadows of burden, dissolve in the sun,
The many are scattered, the essence is one.
Rise from the deluge, steady and still,
I am the anchor, I am the will.
Chaos, be silent! Clarity, ignite!
I stand as the master, I stand in the light!
They dream of love that will never let go,
the kind that remains when everything breaks apart.
A steady fire - a flame aglow,
one that warms the icy heart.
I am this kind of love they wish to find,
not half-hearted, not careful, not small.
I don’t know how to leave parts behind,
when I love, I give my all.
They call it beautiful - this pure, gentle song -
the depth, the devotion, the way it feels so right.
But they step back once it grows too strong,
when forever starts feeling too bright.
I don’t love gently—I leave a mark behind,
it sinks in deeper than most expect.
What starts as warmth can blur the line,
between being held and being possessed.
I am a dangerous dream they want to hold,
until they feel how deeply I arrive.
The way I adore can turn too bold -
love like mine is too much to survive.
it's happening again
the pressure behind my ribs,
like something inside me is clawing for a way out
and my hands don't know where to go.
my brain keeps flashing red
like a warning sign no one else can see.
the room is quiet
my head is loud
and every thought is a shove.
I'm not trying to die
I'm just trying to feel something
that makes sense
for once.
i sit there trembling,
breathing too fast,
eyes burning,
wanting the pain to match the mess in my chest
because the mess feels bigger than me.
i see the red oozing out,
skin tingling weirdly,
every line screaming something
my voice doesn't dare to.
and I hate that I'm here again,
i hate that i don't know what else to do.
i hate that I'm scared
of myself
and for myself
at the same time.
Woke up today at 2 a.m.
to think of this boy again.
Which is crazy,
’cause I've never felt so much in my whole life
and I don't even know
what it is yet.
I open my eyes in the dark empty room with only stories to tell quietly,
to immediately think of you and die again,
realising what you did to me.
Part of me dies again as I choke on my tears and lose myself crying inside.
’Cause inside of me you have a special place in my heart that words can't describe.
Seriously,
I don't know what I cry for,
you make me happy in a way no one ever could before.
Maybe you overwhelmed me with everything you could,
your gentle words and tiny actions mean the world to me and everything they could.
Uncle "Nightmare" Sam Says...
Tonight's the Night I Slash your Dreams,
Daylight Madness and Midnight Screams!
No Bells of Mercy Will be Tolled,
Your Screams to Me, Worth More than Gold!
I'll Haunt Your Dreams, to Scratch My Itches,
Till Tomorrow Night...Hugs and Stitches!
lilac buds
burst on the scene
sense overwhelm
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Sometimes I don't know how to reply to messages
Sometimes I let them sit for weeks
Sometimes months
Sometimes I think of people who mean the world to me
But don't text back
Living with overwhelm
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