In the end,
it wasn’t the universe
conspiring against me.
The laws applied to us all.
I chose this path
the easy road,
smoking away every worry,
blaming the world
for not being good enough.
It was always
me against me.
And every second I’m given
is an opportunity
to change.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
I’m walking
but just because I’m in motion
doesn’t mean I’m moving forward
in fact
I’m walking backwards
turning into the very person
I wanted to let go of
along the way
breaking the v
promises I made
to myself
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 7:09 PM UTC
What do we have in this world
If not your word?
Don’t we owe it to ourselves
To do everything in our power
To keep it?
That’s the problem these days isn’t it
We throw words around
like they mean
nothing
like they’re just sounds
empty and unkept
In the past they spoke of honour
“You have my word”
That meant something
It wasn’t just a promise
It was a reflection of a soul
carved into the very being
but now,
if we can’t even
keep promises to ourselves
if words are just words
meaningless, hollow
Then what are we left with?
what do we have
in this world
If not our word?
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
I run, desperately
a constant motion
almost as if I’m
chained to a treadmill
Yet I look around
and others run too
are they following me?
Or am I them
How I wonder
What is this thing
We are running from?
Perhaps it’s boredom
the silence
The terror of being alone
Not knowing
We are at the edge of serenity
But it slips further
The faster we go
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
Happy
Short lived
But
Happy, am I not?
The air hums
With the sound of my laughter
Yet in the glint of silence
truth creeps in
Begging me to see
To give it a chance
You must ignore it
Look the other way
Be happy, they say
that’s all that matters
My friend
Are you not comfortable my dear?
with worried eyes they ask
But what about
No
Don’t finish the thought
Just be happy
Happy
Happy
Happy
But at the cost
of my
Soul
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:15 AM UTC
We’re all
Justifying
Filling our days
With habits that bind
Believing in illusions,
Of change
Buying remedies
for problems we’ve made.
You are to blame
We’re all haunted
Shackled by this shame,
Yet we play
keep playing the game
chasing scores
levels of fame
Ignore the knowing
The echo in our hearts
Begging us to listen
We are worlds apart
Our values lost
Off the map
We’re arriving in the city of egos
slipping further from
Our true selves
Stop
I can’t
But isn’t that the easy answer?
I’m tired
I’m weak
But this is my fate.
Life is hard either way
You know this.
The question isn’t how to make it easier,
My friend.
The question is will you choose,
or will life chose for you?
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 12:03 AM UTC
I’ve been wrong, haven’t I?
A painful realisation
To admit to myself
That the path I chose
Wasn’t the one
I’ve been pushing the world away
Thinking it was the problem
I’ve been using a flashlight
When what I really needed
Was the darkness
To truly feel the pain
To sit it with
And slowly
Become peace with self
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 6:37 PM UTC
I have this imagine in my head
of how my life should be lived
where almost every action
every breath
every second
is filled with purpose
gratitude
and presence
But as I look back at
these piles of memories
as I read through my journals
I realise that time has passed
new memories have been made
and in many ways, I’ve grown
yet, I’m still stuck
stuck in this loop
of rebuilding and burning bridges
Just like that
time flew by
And somewhere along the way
I lost track
I’m terrified
so utterly afraid
that my future will meet the same fate
They say that until
a problem truly has been dealt with
it will return
with the same force
in different situations
but the same endings
Will I end up
creating another illusion of change?
Will this character of mine
always be flawed
haunted by what ifs,
Regrets?
Will I lose myself
once more
in this circle of repetition
I tell myself
it’s time to let go,
It’s time to let go,
It’s time to let go.
Yet somehow, I never truly let go
Why is this time different?
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
They say ignorance is bliss
and for a moment
I almost regretted our kiss
They say to love and lose
Is better than never loving at all
But some days
I can’t help but disagree
I thought I’d grown used
to living without you
This emptiness once hollow
now filled with the weight of my own
presence
no longer craving your touch
Your voice
Your need
Yet still
These memories keep creeping in
slipping through the cracks I swore I
sealed
a shadow that never fades
haunting the quiet moments
whispering your name
All these **** poems
I’ve written about you
They drag me through time
Back to a place
Where your love was mine
Jan 27, 2025
Jan 27, 2025 at 5:23 AM UTC