Often hath the world been turned by fate’s stern hand,
New laws proclaimed, new rights in ink made fair;
Yet still lie leaves unturned in Time’s vast book,
Thick with the dust of ages long since past.
The mortal eye is wooed by light and hue,
Yet man himself hath stained that gift with sin.
Though still our sight doth yearn for colour’s grace,
It gazes now through scorn and bitter hate.
Thus hath mankind ordained a cruel decree:
That worth be measured by the shade of skin.
“If not of white, then thou art naught,” they cry,
And cast their gaze in scorn on those unlike.
Yet when man lifts his eyes to nature’s bow,
He sings its praise and names it wondrous fair.
For what is e’er a rainbow’s noble form,
If every hue doth not in union stand?
But when they behold mankind’s living bow,
They choose to love but some, despise the rest.
Why is it so, that colour breeds such hate?
What sin lies in the hues that make us whole?
❤Ami
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
the world around me
moves in black and grey —
same steps, same words,
same narrow hallway
of thoughts they never leave.
their lives hum quietly
like old machines
that forgot how to dream.
but me?
i walk in color.
i carry sunsets in my chest,
bright streaks of gold
behind my ribs.
my heart beats in red and violet,
in shades they’ve never tasted.
i laugh in turquoise,
breathe in amber,
and bleed in wild,
impossible neon.
they stare.
of course they do.
to them, difference
is something to fear —
a flare of light
in a place that taught them
to blink everything dull.
they whisper
because they can’t name
what i am.
they want me muted,
softened,
grey-washed
into something
easier to understand.
but i don’t dim.
i paint my own skies.
i splash my truth
on the walls they built,
leave colors on every place
they told me not to touch.
and when they turn away,
confused or afraid,
i keep walking —
glowing, blooming,
untamable.
they live in a grayscale world.
that is their choice.
their comfort.
their cage.
but me?
i carry a whole spectrum
in my soul.
and i refuse
to shrink
to monochrome.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
they think I don’t notice.
the whispers,
the sideways looks,
the way their voices drop
when I walk past —
as if silence could hide
the shape of their words.
but I do notice.
I hear every echo
they aim at my back.
I feel the weight
of their judgments,
their invented versions
of who I'm supposed to be.
and still —
I do not break.
let them hate.
let them misunderstand.
they have built their world
on noise,
on hollow opinions
passed between hands
that have never held
a truth for long.
I don’t live there.
I walk in my own world,
a quieter one,
where my thoughts
belong to me
and no one else
gets to paint my reflection.
their whispers fade
when I close the door
behind my mind.
their shadows disappear
in my sunlight.
they do not know me.
they do not have to.
I stopped needing
their approval
the moment I realized
their voices were just dust
on the wind.
so let them talk.
let them twist my name
into whatever shape
keeps them warm at night.
I am somewhere else —
untouched,
unbothered,
living a life they’ll
never understand.
and maybe that
is why they whisper
why they hate
why I am misunderstood.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 11:26 PM UTC
Don't show up, don't come out.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Walk away, you know how.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Leave me, you know how. Go make someone else feel insecure. I’m over you, I’m not hurt. I can love me better than you can.
I’ve changed, you don’t know me, and you never did. You can stand on the side-line and watch me fly, watch me soar without you.
You think that you could be better off with somebody new
you say you're leaving,
Well, if you wanna leave, I ain't stopping' you
I won't beg for your love
won’t say, "Please"
I won't fall to the ground, pleading
In spite of the way you were using' me
Actin' like I was part of your junk and property
Remembering all the times you yelled at me
I'm surprised it got so far
Things aren't the way they were
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
Hollow feels my insides,
as if my heart has somehow escaped its dwelling place in my body. My mind has become soulmates with turmoil,
my vision brings things I no longer can control. I dwell hopelessly in this world, in search of my own,
my people,
my kind,
for this earth is nothing but cruel, judging,
and strikes down those who are different. The tears have stained my cheeks for all eternity,
the darkness has become my friend as I roam the empty streets,
no one around to judge me. I long for my world, where I am proud and unashamed.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 12:53 AM UTC
Don't show up, don't come out.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Walk away, you know how.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Leave me, you know how. Go make someone else feel insecure.
I’m over you, I’m not hurt.
I can love me better than you can.
I’ve changed, you don’t know me,
and you never did.
You can stand on the side-line and watch me fly,
watch me soar without you.
You think that you could be better off with somebody new
you say you're leaving'
Well, if you wanna leave, there ain't nobody stopping' you
I won't beg for your love
won’t say, "Please"
I won't fall to the ground on my knees
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 3:37 AM UTC
Don't show up, don't come out.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Walk away, you know how.
Don’t start caring about me now.
Leave me, you know how. Go make someone else feel insecure. I’m over you, I’m not hurt. I can love me better than you can.
I’ve changed, you don’t know me, and you never did. You can stand on the side-line and watch me fly, watch me soar without you.
You think that you could be better off with somebody new
you say you're leaving'
Well, if you wanna leave, there ain't nobody stopping' you
I won't beg for your love
won’t say, "Please"
I won't fall to the ground on my knees
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:35 AM UTC
You’re my beauty,
I’m your beast.
We belong together.
We fit perfectly.
Like cold mountain dew,
And summer weather.
Together we go crazy,
Together we forget about the world.
While holding hands,
We become totally unfurled.
Yes you’re my beauty,
I’m your beast.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 8:05 AM UTC
My favorite things.
Time spent in darkness,
The voices in my head.
Climbing a tree,
Having a conversation with me.
Or sitting silently and listening to my thoughts.
Preparing myself for the future,
Whether it’s for Armageddon or for my math test tomorrow.
Lying upside down on the roof,
Playing three songs at once.
Sitting wide eyed,
Staring into space.
Splashing different colours on my canvas,
Even though I don’t know what I’m doing.
Watch the birds fly by,
Late nights spended alone.
Candy in a paper bag.
Don’t mind me, I’m just crazy.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
Memories.
They are my most precious possessions,
Yet my most terrifying regrets.
They lift the curves of my mouth,
Yet haunt the cells of my mind.
They bring back all my regrets,
And they help make the path of my future smoother.
Memories bring wisdom.
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC