Category: poetry

• habit of happy

  Being miserable is normal

  It takes courage to break the mold

  A positive outlook takes persistence

  It’s a hard won habit of seeing good

  Toxic positivity is gaslighting

  Suggesting you ignore the bad

  But authentic positivity is a habit

  Choosing to see the breadcrumbs

  On an seemingly empty plate.

  Even thought the everyday misery.

  2025-10-06

  ---

• Invisible illness

  I pass as able-bodied

  I’m judged as lazy and malingering

  I tried to believe what I was told

  I really tried to think myself better

  Forcing my body past it’s limitations

  And doubting my lived experience

  I bought into a very convincing lie

  Until I learned to trust myself

  Willpower didn’t cure my illness

  Acceptance made my life easier

  Its a blessing and curse

  Because I’m not seen as disabled

  I’m seen as a flawed human

  My experience is not common

  But I’m not going to convince them.

  2025-09-29

  ---

• Authenticity is a privilege

  Be yourself isn’t always good advice

  What if your self inspires bias

  And we aren’t judged on character

  It sets the tone of likeability

  Even before our authentic self

  Being disenfranchised isn’t a choice

  And the advise to stop being a victim

  Of circumstances out of our control

  Is the worst advise to be given.

  2025-09-22

  ---

• You told on yourself

  The stories you tell of your life

  Don’t leave you in a good light

  You think I should agree with you

  That the villain was the other party

  Maybe they aren’t appealing cohorts

  But the part you played was worse

  Investing into a narrative of revenge

  As if bad behavior deserves more

  Stories of malice are a red flag

  A warning I should protect myself

  You had the option to walk away

  Not to return their tit for your tat

  At least now I know the future to come

  One day I’ll be a villain in your story

  Unless I’ve earned that title already.

  2025-09-15

  Poem, poetry

  ---

• The chronic illness

  Maybe I’m asking too much

  I’m not just asking for compassion

  But trust in my words

  Taking my truth at face value

  The whole is greater than the parts

  You may have had my symptoms before

  But living with them everyday

  Is a different experience

  When you break a bone

  Eventually the cast comes off

  When you get a cold

  Eventually you get better

  I live in a world where better is relative

  There is no perfect health to have

  When living in a broken body.

  2025-09-08

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• Burden on the victim

  The law doesn’t prosecute implicit bias

  A legal case requires explicit proof

  In the case of discrimination

  The burden is on the victim

  To prove intent of wrongdoing

  In a world of at will employment

  They are allowed to discard us

  An employer doesn’t have to have cause

  They just have to disprove intent

  At will firing isn’t moral

  But it also isn’t illegal.

  2025-09-01

  ---

• you don’t wish murder

  You don’t think you want to kill me

  You believe in survival of the fittest

  You fight for individual freedom

  Apathetic to laws that’d sterilize me

  You wish me to silence

  As I remind you of mortality

  You wish me to be invisible

  You can’t imagine what you can’t see

  You wish me to be magically healed

  But you deny to wishing me dead

  You believe yourself sympathetic

  Long as I don’t turn a mirror on reality.

  2025-08-25

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• ready for old age

  Old age doesn’t scare me

  It feels like a long lost friend

  We don’t even have to reacquaint

  Been training since I was young

  The aches and pains of old age

  Are symptoms of my chronic illness

  I grieved my lost youth in youth

  This is the only bright side I find

  From all the bad days I lived through

  My body was already in disrepair

  Old age is just another milestone.

  2025-08-18

  ---

• Crazy eyes

  I was awesome in bed

  And rarely respected by men

  A female iconoclast

  Easier to label me as crazy

  Perceived crazy is female power

  More than actual mental illness

  Didn’t fit in to the social standard

  Or forced gender roles

  My crazy eyes were just wide

  Full of my ability to think

  Eyes full of true to myself

  Instead of complicit in servitude.

  2025-08-11

  ---

• ugly is power

  Ugly is liberatings

  If we must be perceived

  Let it be without constraints

  As beauty is a trap

  If we don’t conform

  We can speak our minds

  Live free in our truth

  It’s not that beauty doesn’t think

  Beauty defers to the system

  Deference supports the power

  The physically unattractive

  Don’t have to defer

  Ugly can be power.

  2025-08-04

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• transitory health

  Health is fluid, it isn’t permanent

  But most get more good health 

  While I get more bad health

  My good days are the exception

  While their good days are the rule

  So I know why you ask silly questions

  Like when I will get better 

  Or why can’t a doctor fix me

  Because you don’t get this is good

  You can’t comprehend my bad

  So I try not to be mad

  At your limited understanding 

  I wouldn’t wish my reality on anyone.

  2025-07-28

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• My anger goes into my art

  I may seem calm

  Because I don’t engage

  And I don’t aim for rage

  But I still feel my anger

  Annoyance at silly stuff

  I just don’t hold onto it

  I funnel it into art

  Creating a pithy phrase

  A scrap of loose poetry

  Because anger is a weight

  And I won’t haul it around

  I farm it out into words

  Make it useful for my art.

  2025-07-21

  ---

• men don't want to be women

  Any aceptance of trans women

  Suggests that womanhood is enviable 

  It is not manly to be like a woman 

  Even the suggestion is an insult

  Men utilize the offerings of women

  While scoffing at feminine worth

  They don’t want to be like women

  And violently oppose the suggestion

  Under their very narrow definition 

  Femininity contradicts masculinity 

  They reject choosing womanhood

  As women are owned, not emulated.

  2025-07-14

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• my cats and me

  Crazy cat ladies don’t seek approval

  Because we don’t care what you think

  That’s the reason you mock us

  You’re trying to break our resolve

  Cajole us into adopting convention

  You call us crazy instead of defiant

  You won’t acknowledge our rebellion

  Our true sin isn’t having feline friends

  That’s just a quirky side to our offense

  You object to our feminine treason

  Some of us choose not to be wife

  Some of us choose not to be mother

  Most of us believe in female power

  It’s our independance and strength

  And our choice not to be subservient 

  Fueling your derogatory tone 

  But I refuse to concede your point

  I curl up with my pile of cats

  Calmed by their reassuring purrs 

  Self-satisfied in my flagrant deviance.

  2025-07-07

  ---

• forgo the villian

  Talking is my love language

  Friendship my group therapy

  I seek any excuse for verbal bonding

  I’m eager to talk about my feelings

  But I cringe at collective hate

  We don’t need to assign a villain

  The chaos of life can take the blame

  Existential dread is heavy enough

  Ganging up on others is petty

  And distacts from authenticity

  I don’t need a scapegoat in life

  I need a companion to actively listen

  A partner for intense conversation.

  2025-06-30

  ---

• not comparable

  I can be uniquely me

  but still not be the best

  You can be better than me

  And that doesn’t make me less

  You can be better than everyone

  I can still feel good about myself

  Apples and oranges can coexist

  They don’t have to compete

  Both can be bitter or sweet

  Both still fruit nonetheless

  So let’s stop comparing ourselves

  Like one of us has to be better

  The urge to achieve perfection

  Will only make us bitter.

  2025-06-23

  ---

• not murdered today

  Some consider me expendable

  No one is trying to kill me today

  Even if they were, it’d be passive

  Because my genetics are a blight

  My mental health is faulty

  I’ve aged out of breeding stock

  Skills I have aren’t enough

  For my perceived burden

  But if there was an emergency

  I’m the heard that will be thinned

  My story isn’t compelling enough

  To be on the priority list.

  2025-06-16

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• my mom is gay

  This isn’t really my story

  but I have permission to tell it

  My mom came out at 40

  To my sister and myself

  We didn’t think it was a big deal

  But it was a big deal for her

  In her youth, queer was a bad word

  In our youth, queer was a catch-all

  I’d dabled in alternative relationships

  So I was out as queer before my mom

  She said she never asked the question

  Of herself, until she was in love,

  And the answer was “I love this woman.”

  I got to see her happy

  I learned that life can start at any age

  Happiness comes when you least expect

  And now I say it bluntly, “my mom is gay”

  Because it’s a fact to me

  A fact I want to share

  It’s something I’m proud of.

  2025-06-09

  ---

• health is a beauty standard

  The expectation of health

  It more than just surface

  We are supposed be perfect

  To aim to be Olympic

  Eugenics is selection of the fittest

  Trying to erradicate bad genes

  Forgetting that we are all human

  Lack of health is a social sin

  Akin to failed beauty

  The flawed are shamed

  Blamed for their imperfection

  When we didn’t ask to be born

  We survive what birth gave us.

  2025-06-02

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• multiple faces

  You act like we’re two faced

  Like it’s a manipulative choice

  To mask or code switch

  You act like we have a choice

  But we’re trained from infancy

  There’s a right and a wrong way

  And our natural way is wrong

  We don’t want to lie or hide

  We’d choose authenticity

  If there wasn’t external shame

  Stop telling us to act normal

  You taught us to have these faces

  You’re just mad we said it

  Mad we admit our fake isn’t real.

  2025-05-26

  Poem, poetry

  ---

• not perpetual children

  Needing help isn’t childish

  I can be competent and struggle

  My survival isn’t perfect

  My health may not match yours

  My gender may not be male

  Neither deserve to be patronized

  You don’t get to infantilize me

  Don’t have to be a genius to think

  Don’t be obsessed with hierarky

  Learn compassion and do better.

  2025-05-19

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• not prey or predator

  I abhore the chase

  The idea that we must court

  Faking a beautiful plume

  Hiding our humanity

  It’s easy to fall in lust

  But love is vulnerable

  And falling hurts

  It takes time and trust

  I’m not looking to hunt

  And I refuse to be captured

  If alone is the only equal option

  Then I will make the best of it

  I will be by myself.

  2025-05-12

  Poem, poetry

  ---

• avoiding hypocrisy

  If others want to judge me

  I can always walk away

  I don’t have to put up with them

  But I have to put up with myself

  I don’t need an external compass

  I live by my own set of morals

  If I do something I might regret

  I’m the one that knows what I did

  I choose internal consistency

  Because I have to live with me

  My morals are horizontal

  I care about those around me

  I pay attention to harm done

  I don’t rely on prescribed rules

  Because I live in this world.

  2025-05-05

  ---

• death isn’t a compliment

  Don’t suggest my life is unlivable

  At best a backhanded compliment

  At worst you’re saying I unalive

  Your eugenic viewpoint is sad

  Because age comes for us all

  And good health isn’t guaranteed

  Whatever struggle I may live with

  My existence is worthwhile

  I refuse to let you speak ill of me

  Only I get to lament my disability

  Sometimes it isn’t about better

  But about not choosing bitter

  Being grateful for this life.

  2025-04-28

  disability, Poem, poetry

  ---

• feminist cliche

  The joke is so cliche

  Because it rings so true

  Men want a woman like mom

  A wife to take care of them

  Women want to be loved

  Like their dad loved their mom

  I don’t want to be a man’s mother

  And I won’t be a subservient wife

  No husband’s adoration

  Will make up for that inequity.

  2025-04-21

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• I choose my attitude

  Grandma was angry and bitter

  Spreading around misery

  Sharing her ongoing pain

  My Mother broke the cycle

  She defied the bitter

  She chose authentic kindness

  So I emulate mom’s choice

  I may live in pain

  But I don’t have to spread it

  I don’t have to infect others

  Sharing my pain isn’t caring

  I don’t choose bitter or angry

  I choose to sappy sweet

  I choose to infect my joy.

  2025-02-03

  ---

• Ole rocking chair

  I wanna be a rocking chair

  Creaking away on a front porch

  Don’t wanna be a bicycle

  Chasing the next destination

  My life is more like ice skates

  On hot pavement, not a frozen rink

  So, I’d give up shiny or fast

  If I could just get some comfort

  Like a thrifted sweater

  Or an overused metaphor.

  2025-01-27

  ---

• Keeping it to myself

  Don’t ask me for advice

  I’m not looking to influence you

  Certainly not a guru

  Or a psychic or telepathic

  I know my choices

  And how to live with them

  My knowledge stops in myself

  I don’t have your lived experience

  Or know how you will feel

  I don’t have a model of you

  To reference in my opinions

  So I keep them to myself

  Let us not confuse each other

  Or confound our perspectives

  I restrict my words

  On purpose.

  2025-01-20

  ---

• No control

  I have no control

  It would help if I could let go

  The things that happened

  Are now sealed in the past

  My mind spinning over mistakes

  Just makes the now miserable

  But I can’t change my past

  I may have some control

  Of how my future self acts

  But mistakes are human

  And I’m prone to be flawed

  So I’m stewing in my juices

  These ruminations eat at me

  But produce nothing of value

  Here I am trying to let go

  As my anxious mind clings.

  2025-01-13

  ---

• wrong attention

  The accusation that I seek attention 

  Tells me that you want me to hide

  I shouldn’t share my trauma

  Or be honest about my quirks

  Or tell any kind of unique truth

  Because I challenges the norm

  You don’t want my authentic self

  You want me to hide the real me

  You want me to not be seen

  Because you think wierdos are bad

  You claim I want negative attention 

  Like anyone would seek rejection

  If they had an alternative option 

  So I reject your premise of me

  You can keep your shame for you.

  2025-01-06

  ---

• my rebellion is choice

  The list of things I can’t change is long

  My circumstance was set before birth

  And I can’t survive and choose to rebel

  Those options dont work together

  But I can decide not to worship

  I can decide not to romanticize

  I can decide to be skeptical

  I choose not to idolize my opressors

  As if they are better than me

  Defined by the better of society

  Doesn’t mean they get my admiration

  They are flawed humans, like us all

  I choose not to repeat falsehoods

  The white lies of sucess and worth

  That some of us are created better

  When I know my worth isn’t less

  I’m not going to bow down to them

  Not to money, beauty, or youth

  I choose to be happy with my less

  Their disaproval doesn’t get my power

  I don’t welcome a boot on my neck

  I will whine of the unfairness

  Knowing my complaints are ignored

  Because I still get to have my voice

  Even if I don’t get equanimity.

  2024-12-30

  ---

• boss bully

  Bosses are bullies by design

  They are paid to intimidate and coerce

  They maneuver and malign

  Under an obfuscated power

  To make the company look good

  Their goal isn’t employee centered

  Capitolism is their master

  The greedy dollar says the tone

  We are vulnerable in our need

  And they will take full advantage.

  2024-12-23

  ---

• seeing past the romance

  The contact of being a wife

  Is riddled with silent addendums

  I don’t want to be rescued

  I’m not your beautiful prize

  Your fragile masculinity

  Is not owed my gentle care

  No amount of money

  Or a charming personality

  Will make me a indentured slave

  I won’t give myself to you

  I will not be your property

  The reward isn’t worth the price.

  2024-12-16

  ---

• liars who lie

  The dance of half truths

  Delusions disguised as delight

  Illusions cast with words

  Like a stage magician

  Slight of tounge hiding honest

  You only hear what they want you to

  The trick is not getting caught

  No one figuring out there is no magic

  Just some well practiced tricks

  Costume by the best of intentions

  Claiming a parlor trick isn’t malicious

  It’s so very human to deceive

  Is the claim of a practiced liar.

  2024-12-09

  ---

• cthulu level god

  A loving God sounds like a fantasy

  Being angry at an absentee father

  Is just me drinking poison I made

  A cthulu level diety makes more sense

  That diety is cruel or is interested

  That deity isn’t listening to prayers

  That diety is abusive and inconsistent

  Angry at my lack of compliance

  Punishing and playing with our lives

  I know how to deal with abuse

  By disconnecting from the abuser

  I don’t choose to belive a fantasy

  I live in my harsh reality without faith

  Because I don’t want God of scripture

  I don’t want any omnipotent being

  I want the gratefulness I get to exist

  And the faith that humans are trying

  To do out best not to harm.

  2024-12-02

  atheist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• learn from harm caused

  There is no avoiding all harm

  But there is a chance to learn from it

  To be aware that there is difference

  Respectful of difference

  While not being careless

  Is a difficult task

  If your actions are careless

  And you don’t consider others

  You are likely to harm

  Try to be aware of difference

  Without using it as an excuse

  Care may not stop harm

  But no care is more likely to hurt.

  2024-11-25

  ---

• lonely american

  We don’t have culture

  We have individualism

  We have competition

  There is no neighborhood

  Or a close knit family

  We live on insular little pods

  A small family unit

  If they die, we are alone

  We are divided by color

  The color of our skin or belief

  Black or white or red or blue

  We live under forced capitolism

  Our employer is our master

  As employees we are servants

  And they will discard us at will

  Loyalty is an act we put on

  While struggling on our own.

  2024-11-18

  ---

• money doesn't make culture

  Capitolism isn’t culture

  It’s a lifestyle that propogates greed

  And encourages exploitation

  For the sake of personal gain

  It’s an individualistic belief

  That some people deserve less

  Enforcing a social hierarky

  That is based on the best hustle

  Promoting monetary gain

  Over taking care of us all

  Capitolism doesn’t care about you

  And doesn’t take care of anyone.

  2024-11-11

  ---

• the idea of hell is cruel

  Eternity of suffering for a limited life

  And the hints at sin are varied

  In books written eons ago

  Translated in the perspective of man

  And there isn’t just one version

  Some of us are born chosen

  But all of us are born with sin

  Some of us get taught the right rules

  The whole idea of hell us unfair

  Based a gamble that you know right

  A gamble stacked by circumstance

  Isn’t life hard enough

  To be confused by the possibility

  Of forever hell to pay for

  My limited time on this earth

  I’d rather aim to make good here

  Live the least painful life I can

  To harm the fewest people I can

  Knowing that eternity comes later.

  2024-11-04

  atheist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• not gonna be

  I’m supposed to be eager

  to turn on my fellow human

  In order to be at the top

  Suggesting I should

  sacrifice my humanity

  To be better than the rest

  But it’s funny how I’m not

  I don’t want the hierarky

  Instead I want more for us all

  I have this liberal idea of utopia

  Where compassion is the real win

  Capitalist ideally is lost on me

  Because I want more for us all

  Instead of just more for me.

  2024-10-28

  ---

• You can’t profit forever

  Capitolism isn’t sustainable

  You run out of goods

  The supply diminishes

  Or the market is flooded

  And the worth disappears

  But they keep playing

  Like the game never ends

  The system defies logic

  Because some believe blindy

  Faith in the mighty dollar

  Leading to a sad end

  Because eventually we all lose.

  2024-10-21

  ---

• Good is a performance

  Having a law makes us feel good

  Good people don’t break the law

  So there’s an imaginary line

  Of things you don’t do on purpose

  And that protects the vulnerable

  Because we alllook to act right

  But really we just don’t want to get caught

  It isn’t that the bad stuff doesn’t happen

  It’s just less people are obvious about it

  Or they don’t realize what they’ve done

  And the law cant informed a lack of intent

  Implicit bias goes unpunished

  It doesn’t happen intentionally

  The conundrum is when it isn’t on purpose

  When the hidden becomes seen.

  2024-10-14

  ---

• talent of a modern lady

  Dark green moss floss

  Pulled tight on a tapestry

  A textile painting of a forest

  Taking me out of the modern world

  A way to repair my brain

  This hobby soothes my soul

  Away from the electric screens

  Pushing around icons for payment

  Binging serial fiction for distraction

  The sound of needle and thread

  A stab, a slide, and a pop

  As I pull the thread taught

  I’m a lady idle in her craft

  Self care coming in the form of art.

  2024-10-07

  ---

• The kink lost its way

  Feeding into a man’s desire to own

  To take care of me as his own

  Contradicts my feminism

  And wanting to be dominated

  When patriarchy exists

  Is playing out a cliche

  We can’t call it a kink

  When it’s heteronormative

  When these are acceptable roles

  A wife in the kitchen and a slut in bed

  He pays the bills and I take care of him

  Realizing my desire is a stereotype

  My secret desires aren’t so secret

  Once written into tv it isn’t alternative

  My secrets are boring like everyones.

  2024-09-30

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• not my lies

  There isn’t enough reward

  money or love or power or influence

  That would get me to play along

  To keep up someone else’s lies

  I’m not here to prop up the facade

  I can always exit the scenario

  Your rational of a better good

  Doesn’t convince me to play along

  Quite the opposite, it stirs suspicion

  That these lies aren’t for good

  And will not leave my life improved

  So I choose to live my authentic life

  I don’t have to shoulder your burden

  I have to live with myself

  I can defy your silent requirement.

  2024-09-23

  ---

• winners create losers

  Capitolism required exploitation

  Colonialism requires conquering

  These systems aren’t fair or equal

  They are unequal by design

  Yes, a loser can become a winner

  If you can freeze your empathy

  You can crawl your way to the top

  There must be loss in order to win

  Wealth is about hoarding money

  The winners taking more of the pool

  The loosers getting less of the share

  Money is the most gluttonous game

  A free market is harsh and unforgiving

  It takes more than it invests

  It doesn’t encourage morals

  It isn’t diverse or equitable or inclusive

  When ballace sheets are important

  When in constant pursuit of more

  Community is in the way

  People suffer from lack of care.

  2024-09-16

  ---

• hidden lady parts

  A woman who owns her pleasure

  To be authentic in her sexuality

  Is a woman who is slut shamed

  Because a good girl is chaste

  A lady is demure and mysterious

  Only a slut is prideful in passion

  We exist in cognitive dissonance

  An ability to feel pleasure

  But pressured to deny it

  In our youth sex is a taboo flavor

  A background noise we ignore

  Despite its persistent allure

  As hormones pump through us

  We associate orgasm with shame

  Our body is fir a mans enjoyment

  A vessel for seed and procreation

  Not a thing we get to enjoy.

  2024-09-09

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---

• defy humble

  I should inspire myself

  I deserve my own praise

  I’m surviving day to day

  Through frustration and pain

  I live within my limits

  Best of my circumstances

  But im not here to inspire you

  Your pity isn’t welcome

  You should inspire yourself

  Defy the demand to be humble

  And give yourself a gold star

  Because im going to take mine

  And you deserve no less than me.

  2024-09-02

  ---

• the old you

  I dream of who you used to be

  That’s not who you are now

  In the dream I tell you to go away

  Because you abandoned me

  And the memory of my love

  Haunts me and taunts me

  Because I want to share my life

  With the person that you were

  I miss that person intensely

  Because they are just a memory.

  2024-08-26

  ---

• clueless man

  The love of my life was clueless

  Buried in his masculinity

  Proudly called himself a feminist

  But couldn’t see his wife’s misery

  Blamed me for his bad behaviors

  Because I wasn’t his perfect wife

  he couldn’t save me

  Because he didn’t know me

  I did my best to inform him

  But he missed all the obvious clues

  He was wrapped in his own reality

  The priveledge of men

  Blinds them to reality of women.

  2024-08-19

  feminist, Poem, poetry

  ---