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Be All My Sins Remembered (Fragmented Self)

Be all my sins remembered— not as echoes, but as names I answer to when I forget who I am. I am a collage of contradictions, stitched together with panic and prayer, stitched shut but split apart, half of me begging to be held, the other half baring teeth at the hands that reach too close. Don’t... read more

Submissions Denial

I am neither object nor possession, neither conquest nor fragile thing to be claimed. I am the force that moves through flesh like fire through the night—a body forged in autonomy, a mind shaped by defiance, a soul that craves not to be owned but understood, met in equal measure. Desire, in its... read more

Beneath the Storm: Embracing the Chaos of BPD

In the depths of emotion, where chaos resides, A journey commences, where the heart collides. A dance with shadows, a tempest inside, This is life's canvas, with BPD as our guide. A maelstrom of feelings, intense and untamed, A kaleidoscope palette, ever-changing, unnamed. Like wildfire, emotions... read more

The Warden and The Wildfire

[The Child Within] You left me here in shadowed halls, Behind your fortress, behind tall walls. You said the world was sharp with teeth— So you buried me in cold beneath. I used to laugh at lightning skies, I danced through dreams with open eyes. Now silence hums inside my chest, A cradle once,... read more

Nightly thoughts from your friendly neighborhood ENTJ

"No man was ever wise by chance." - Seneca Spontaneity has its place, but reason must be the compass that guides you through it. There is a certain charm in the unplanned, a spark that keeps life interesting, yet without direction that spark can become a wildfire. To live without purpose is to... read more