Anonymous.

Mysterious.

Little letters everyday,

Just a little price to pay.

To see her smile,

I hope one day she’ll dial.

I’ll tell her my true feelings.

Little love blossoms springing.

To hear her heart beating.

For her anonymous lover....

Most of you will never know me.

I’m just a profile on an app.

Only if my book debuts will you know my true name.

Delphiniums are quite pretty,

In fact they are my favorite,

Which is why I adopted them as my pen name.

I’m a very anonymous person over here.

And yet,

You know my ups,

And my more common downs.

You will never know me most likely,

And I will never know you.

Yet…

I can only speak for...

I send, not recieve

I hide, not leave

I text behind what is somehow normalized

Social media has people hypnotized

Not knowing who’s behind the screen

The thought makes some at unease

For me, fake is all over

From pics, to gender, to having a Range Rover

All they can do is obsess

Over what they’ve thought they’ve possesed

But at the end

I always pretend

I would always get all the information

...

(This will not be a poem. Before I get started, I just want to thank you for reading this. Please leave any advice you have in the comments so I can improve. Hope y’all have a good day. Happy pride too!)

Btw: this is hurt/comfort and found family for everyone who likes these tropes.

*TW: Bullying, swearing, suicidal thoughts (only swearing in this first part)*

_You might be wondering, w...

It’s not the name

Not even the face

But the soul

That is the same

It’s not the toil or action

Not the place

But the heavy toll

Of which we each paid a fraction

It’s not the tale

Not how it’s told

But what is meant

That we avail

It’s not the ego

Not young or old

But how we went

And where we can go

It is the spirit, the essence

What’s the same in me

That we have in common

To share, to reflect...

Silent steps through town

Chin tightly tucked, eyes pointed down, Cautious to draw a crowd

Blank faces, no names

Passing through an unknown sea for peace to be reclaimed

It all feels foreign

So hopeful to remain unseen and live life free again

Desires are shunned

For dreams die old and love grows cold when life’s lived on the run...

In every shadow,

Of the moon’s soft gaze,

In dimly lit alleys,

There is still light.

And from centuries past—

Stories and legend,

A wolf’s lonely howl,

There are many others.

But moss grows at a slow pace.

Dandelions of spring not yet bloomed,

And those that grow:

The wind scatters wishes

That are ready to grow again.

Yet some are never seen,

And they arise in waiting

For that one breath

that ...

In shadows where no names are known,

A silent figure walks alone.

No gaze to meet, no past to tell,

A ghost beneath a fragile shell.

A whisper lost within the crowd,

A face unmarked, a head unbowed.

No tethered ties, no binding claim,

No story shaped by given name.

Freedom wears this hidden face,

A drifting soul in endless space.

No judgment cast, no heavy frame—

No weight of praise, no bite of ...

A whole world flashes through my eyes,

As soon as I see your bright smile,

A planet with just love, surprise,

But won’t be discovered for a while.

Falling for you, my favorite pastime,

And melting in a stew of my mind,

I swoon from watching you just one time,

And blush red when your presence reminds.

Standing behind as a silhouette,

My words too scared to be unveiled yet,

_...

Are you happy now?

You seek my heart in my dreams,

Grip my concerns with both hands and splatter hope across my anxiety,

For what, I say.

For me to be bouldered down again,

Sobbing into my own apologies,

Shame enveloping me,

No one to dig through my brick walls.

Fearing your arrival, if you ever floated to the surface from a life jacket of a loved one,

I only wish you didn’t make me fe...