i'm going to let this stretch
slowly
dangerously

and hope
that when it breaks
and snaps

the pain
won't be too much

তোমার সম্পর্কে লিখে যাই অণু
এবং তোমাতেই সম্ভবনা
আনন্দ ব্যথা তোমাতেই সংযুক্ত
শরীরে সাতাঁর কাটা প্রেমের নীল রস
আত্মায় ডুবিয়ে দেয়া বসন্ত বাতাস
মনের বাগিচায় ফুল কলির মিছিলে
বার বার অবিরাম তুমি।

আমি কে ছিলাম
কখন কেমন ছিলাম
কেমন আছি জানি না
যখন তুমি-
আমার ইচ্ছের ঘরে আসো
তখন আমি আর আমি থাকি না।

অণু’তেই জীবনের পৃষ্ঠা গুলো ভরাট করেছি
ক্ষতি দুঃখ কষ্ট সহোদর করে
অতীতের ছেড়া পৃষ্ঠা গুলো
যা আঁকড়ে ছিলো
জীবনের পরতে পরতে
নিজেই খরার বাতাসে উড়িয়ে দিলাম।

দিন শুধু কঠিন হতে চলেছে-
অসম্ভব হতে চলেছে
তবু অজস্র বার তোমাকে বলেছি
অজস্র কবিতায় লিখেছি
নিজের অজান্তে ছেড়ে দেওয়া
তোমার শব্দ স্নেহ মায়া; আর
তুমি আমার প্রজাপতি।

তোমার ধারনাই ঠিক-
অণু’কে ছাড়া নিজেকেও বিশ্বাস করি না
তোমাতে অনেক কিছু আছে
যদি পা রাখো আমার শব্দের বাহিরে
তবুও কিন্তু-
তুমিই শান্তি সান্ত্বনা বিষন্নতা সব।

আমি লজ্জিত হই আমার সীমাবদ্ধতায়
অপরাধবোধ আঠাঁর মতো লেগে থাকে আত্মায়
তবু শিশুর মতো মনে রাখি তোমায়
অণুসরণ করি পূর্ণিমার চাঁদের মতো
তুমিই সুবাস ছড়ানো কামিনি; এবং
আনন্দের চেয়েও প্রিয় সঙ্গী।

Respect is something you earn, you don't just get it because you wear a badge.

When you feel my skin so close to yours,
Do you want to place your fingertips where your eyes so often go?
And do I make your heart flutter and your mind go numb?
And am I that girl who just might turn your world around?

It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour shouldn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to end the pain

this?
no peace
strange dream
only solace
empty chamber

I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.

Im sorry I pull away when you show too much emotion
“Too much”
Why did I say “too much”
Why do I see it as "too much"
I’m sorry

I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help

when
will it be
okay

to be human?

when
will skin be

beautiful?

when
will we
be able to

breathe?

Virtue signaling and destruction abound
A uniting goal nowhere to be found
Too high on emotion for critical thought  
Pallets of bricks the anonymous bought

The stamping of boots upon human faces
Shadows fueling a war of the races
History repeated every four years
For votes from a populous motivated by fear

you are as pretty as a star,
but unfortunately,
just like that celestial body,
you’re also a million miles away.

he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath

how long
will this song
play on repeat?

when will they
hear it?

By the way
I can't buy
my way
through life

all I know
is I am just
a passerby

just to
keep an eye
whatever
the way

I'll dance
laugh and sing
and will happily
say some day
'Good-bye!'

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

man must learn to aim
the stream that comes from within
so he is not soiled

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

My country is burning;
And here I sit

My comrades are falling;
And here I sit

They’re taking my earnings;
And here I sit

They’re denying me transparency;
And here I sit

They watch me and I don’t watch them;
And here I sit

I can’t practice my religion;
And here is sit

How long - until;
I can’t sit

From the first, the fluid-filled sacs of stars,
The yolk of yellow lightning and oily rain,
Then the placental storm, birth-giver of roads and oxen loads,
Witch towers made from silk hair and the peasant sucklings of plague,
Whelped there by the milk of the river Arno, by turns pacified or stern.

The Dark Ages is a storm nesting in the sky, built by posthumous stares,
Piece by piece, a raven’s birth from eyes and saliva of roads and rivers.
Of the woman who gave birth, the sway of leaves where once fell hair,
Only her lips hover in the air of warm sun,
Like a fountain in the bare palace courtyard
Suspiring, flowing, extolling…

There is another pandemic
Sweeping across the country
The more pigment you have
The more you're at risk
If you disobey
You die
There is no end in sight

I heard there are riots
downtown for George
Chauvin is going to fry
In more ways than one.
I don't think it will make things better.
But it's a start

A stew

That just about describes our human zoo

We are all mixed up and bubbling in the ***

Don't much matter if you like it or not

No never minds, what if's or what ever

Everyone eats if we all swim together

So bring up your bowl, eat as much as you wish

A lot of different vegetables will make a better dish!

like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.

I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.