By missT (The One Who Came Back With the Crows) Someone came back today,the way a crow returnsto an empty fieldquiet, watchful,circling slowover groundthey once unsettled. They left no sign,only a cold brush of airon the old gate latch,light as a handthat changed its minda reminderthat winter never forgetswhat it has taken. The trees said…

byMissT He is sunlight in the morningwarm on my skineasy laughterkettle boilinghands steady while he fixes my car. Then the sky tiltsand something shifts behind his eyes.A quiet storm gathersnot angerjust a heavinessthat wraps itself around himand tries to pull him under. I watch him fight it.Some days he wins.Some days he goes quietlost in…

Void misst Don’t tell me you’re my friend,then whisper venom when I turn my back. Don’t forge secret ties with my enemies, then sit in counsel over my choices. Don’t pretend to care,when your lips have dripped poison in my name. Don’t speak as if you’d die for me,when your words alone have cut me…

by MissT I don’t like my reflection anymore.It lies. That’s not the girlwith the sad smile and thick hair.That’s not the skinny, bony-bummed carefree girlwho used to wander the streets without a care,laughing with her mates. That’s not me. Some wrinkly, grey-haired grandmotherstares back lines around her mouth,creases around her eyes,a sagging jawline. How can…

by MissT There’s a certain pride stitched into the Union Jackthe threads of history, courage, and loss.It’s the flag that flew above the cliffs,that draped the coffins of those who gave everything,that waved in victory, and stood firm in grief. For some, it’s just a pattern of colours.For us, it’s bloodlines, battles, and belonging.The red…

When the Bottle’s Half Gone by MissT Author’s note:Some loves only show their warmth when the bottle’s half gone.This isn’t a poem about blame — it’s about the ache of loving someone who shines and disappears in the same breath. He tells me I’m beautifulwhen the bottle’s half gone,his voice loose and low,like the man…

🕯️ The One and Only You by MissT I cursed your name in midnight storms,Where shattered vows still bleed,The echoes of our dying flameWere all my heart could heed. Six long months the ravens watched,While frost grew on my tongue.Yet time, that cruel and patient ghost,Has made our sorrows young. We’ve both drunk deep of…

A Gothic Confession by MissT The wind has torn the rose from bloom, And left its ghost behind me. Your name still stirs within the gloom, No grave shall yet confine me. It breaks me to stay, it breaks me to part, Each step a blade of yearning. You dwell within my fevered heart, A…

women’s survival stories ✴︎ 🖤 10.19.2025💔 Reflection There comes a time when you stop defending your goodness to those who prey on it.When you learn that peace doesn’t come from proving your worth,but from walking away from those who never earned it. This is that moment. Integrityby MissT I do not hold all answers true,nor…

by MissT Intro:Sometimes, the world feels relentless. Some days, the storms, the grief, and the weight of giving are more than we can bear. This poem is a quiet confession, an honest whisper of exhaustion and a longing for peace. It’s for anyone who has felt the world too heavy on their shoulders, and for…