maybesophie: Favorites

Break

May 6 maybesophie

Elizabeth Kelly

Break

Today,
there was pain
and work
and realization.

Tomorrow will be the same.

I’ll allocate any deviation
to be microwaved into tea or stew
and consumed by a select few.

The contents of my self
are delicate and subject to change,
are easily manipulated and fragile and strange.

So I lay it all out
And walk away.
Tomorrow is another day.

This is the only corner I feel comfortable enough to stay messy, throw it all at the wall and see what sticks.

May 6 maybesophie

Unspoken

May 6 maybesophie

NostalgicFeeling

Unspoken

Lips together, pressed,
as if you were the one dead,
"Wake up"-your only prayer,
but death doesn't care.
Now you can only choke,
on words you never spoke.

28/4/25

#silence #lips #words #time #death #sad #too #late

May 6 maybesophie

BPD

May 6 maybesophie

Amanda

BPD

I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.

May 6 maybesophie

the trees

May 6 maybesophie

Michael Sean Maloney

the trees

the trees
the powerlines

and the crows
are all silhouetted

stone heavy
and tethered gray

we pull ourselves along
seeking the sun

or the stars
do you ever miss

your wild life?
washed in light

and rinsed in wind?
don’t you wish

to hear your name
whispered once more

in the crashing waves?

May 6 maybesophie

Labyrinth: Nature of Madness

May 6 maybesophie

Ciara

Labyrinth: Nature of Madness

What does courage mean
when you can't say
the words you mean?

What does clarity mean
when you don't mean
the words you say?

Did you say anything at all?
Nothing you didn’t already know —
at least, that’s what they say.

“Don’t question and answer yourself,”
they warn.
“It’s just circles
with tangents
that promise escape
but never really leave the center.”

Labyrinth.
Nature of madness.

I think my own reason is flawed
to make sense.

Blinded
by the light of the moment —
so yes,
I can say
it’s dark inside.

May 6 maybesophie

Wilted

May 6 maybesophie

The Wilted Witch

Wilted

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am weathered. I am worn.
I am stuffed with seeping sadness, and stewed in sticky, seething scorn.

I am deflated. Thoughts debunked.
And I am drowned in desperate dread.
When I soak my roots in water, I find it dries them out instead.

I am wilted. I am weary.
I am wilted. I am worn.

This has many versions. This is the pillar.

— The End —