anarchist's picture

Again, fixated on the pendulous hummingbird. Oscillating, revolving, returning, but only when it is forgotten. The pulse is strongest after its decay. It fades only to reveal itself once more. It is the rain shower that feeds the waterfalls. Attacks resonate throughout the empty universe.

I just want someone to talk to.


Dorian94's picture


Are you lonely? I am. That's why I tried this site. I need a friend. I need to know I'm not alone in questioning my gender. How active is this site normally? there's no one on right now.

anarchist's picture

Not realy lonely.

I just have something really personal going on that I wish I could comfortably talk to someone about. This site hasn't been active in about a year. This is as active as it gets.

Feel free to stick around, though. We need as many new members as we can get.

elph's picture

So... should we assume...

that the operative word here is "comfortably"?

anarchist's picture


That's what I've been trying to say the whole time. I have people to talk to on here, but even here I'm not comfortable telling anyone in any form other than these poems. I thought I was making it a lot more obvious than I apparently was.