We’re all selfish, yet we deny it,
the essence of our core,
a primal need for significance.
So ashamed of our true nature,
we draw blinding curtains over ourselves.
One runs their whole life, fighting their own beliefs,
escaping from what’s already been written.
The sun, the moon, the earth, and the stars,
the majority of elements continue their dance.
The universe itself is messy, yet so profound in its beauty.
Why is it that we humans run away from our own path?
Why would an atom be punished for what it is?
Why would we ever try to impose any rules on it?
Ignorance of one’s true feelings is louder than ever,
pent-up rage waiting for a crack,
slowly emerging as time passes by.
What if we simply accept what we are,
embrace our own contradictory nature?
What’s more beautiful than watching the sky
do what it has always done?
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
Unfolding lights trace the darkened path at night,
illuminated by a love that almost frightens.
The sunrise stirs in its wake;
flowers sing, and the sky begins to brighten.
As the path finally aligns, a heady fragrance unfurls—
a story begins when two souls finally meet.
The longing I once forgot has awakened.
When did my heart grow so restless,
anticipating something so foreign, yet so familiar?
It craves your love—the very essence of you.
How foolish I was to think myself above this,
unaware of the dove already fluttering near.
Is it truly a crime to hide you away,
to keep you close within my gaze, just for myself?
It feels as though I’ve met a version of me
I’ve never seen before—one who sings along, plays along.
I want to be seen, to be held,
to be the sole center of your affection.
I am a blossom in spring,
brimming with life, brimming with need.
So, my dove, spread your wings—
fly high, fly toward me.
Listen to your heart; listen to yourself.
Let us behold what we have created.
May the bloom of our love guide you through,
may the sky chant the song of my love to you.
Let me adorn those illuminated paths;
let me be the one to hold you
as you finally choose to abide.
I wish to keep you for myself,
though you are the dove meant for the sky.
Selfish as my desire is, my heart still flutters
as I watch you fly.
I do not wish to conquer you,
nor do I wish to be conquered.
My story begins with you,
and it shall surely end with you.
Let us spread our wings, let us fly high.
Let the winds guide us through—
through every rise and fall,
we will always find our way.
And so, a story begins:
one full of love, one full of life,
destined to align—
awakening something primal,
as old as time itself,
in its wake.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:33 PM UTC
Eyes dark as honeyed dusk,
sweet enough to unmake the wise.
In silken roots of shadow she dwells,
her gaze a moonlit snare, her breath a sigh.
The sun, enamored, crowns her skin with gold,
a radiance no mortal may behold.
Roses and jasmine weave their spell,
clouding the senses, bending the soul.
Her gait is that of the forest’s fawn,
yet her mind, the cunning fox’s art.
By night she hunts with silent grace,
by dawn she loves with a softened heart.
She moves, and time itself remembers her name.
Her curves flow as the river’s waves
To look upon her is to forget one’s name.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
A symphony coursing through reality,
A path of uncertainty, steeped in tragedy.
A flicker of hope, fluttering like a butterfly,
In the mist of depravity—an untouched divinity.
Head held high, with eyes of judgment and grace,
Guiding its way through shadows and disgrace.
Shielding through, parting the tides with serenity,
A quiet light, dimming the chaos of harmony.
Twists and turns leave behind a trail of destruction,
Reaching the edge of unguarded seduction.
Wings once pure, now tinted in red—
Shedding their softness, where fear once tread.
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 9:45 AM UTC
I have been growing with uncertainty,
The echoes whisper—I won’t be forever young.
One day, my vision will fade into the unknown,
Will God still guide a lost spirit,
Carving its way through the void?
Up and down, I run into darkness,
No light, no direction—what am I chasing?
Letting myself fade into the silence,
No waves, no flames, only shadows remain.
So lost in this darkness, so lost in this paradise.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC
If I live or if I don’t,
Stay somewhere alive within me.
The day I take my final sleep,
Keep visiting me in my dreams.
May my warmth continue to flow through you,
Like the sun caressing your skin.
I’ll pass through the wind as you walk by—
Stop me if you wish, and I’ll stay.
Even if I say nothing,
Keep listening to me.
I’ll be there, even if you can’t see me,
Teasing you, teaching you gently,
As I watch you grow.
Even in the darkest night of your life,
Even when you hear nothing,
I’ll keep chanting my love for you.
That’s all I have to tell you—
That’s all I wish to say.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺,
𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺?
𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺— 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩, 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘺.
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
*Push or pull?
You gave it all you got,
Revisiting, wandering, looking for something.
Breaking, twisting, making up something.
Push or pull, did you give it all away?
Push or pull, did you pull it all away?*
*Pulling it together, this is what you wanted,
Stained and rough, blindsided to oneself.
Pushing it away, everything you've wanted,
Broken and shattered as you ran away,
Neglecting the pieces of your work.*
*Bleeding and drifting is what it has caused,
Never be the one to see or hear.
Wearing the glasses of your vision,
Pushing away the colors outside the frame.*
*Push or pull?
You played the game, but lost yourself.
Fleeing the fire you set ablaze,
Yet blaming the ashes for burning your name.
Blind to the truth, deaf to the echoes—
Now tell me, was it worth it?*
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
A lost kindred spirit…
Did you lose your way?
Guided by the moonlight,
Did you find your way
In the darkest midnight?
Pause—where have you been?
How have you been?
Did you find what you were looking for
Feb 9, 2025
Feb 9, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
A beautiful symphony, aligning with the soul,
A melody twinkling around, from the heart’s serenity.
As it dances with the winds, free as a bird,
Gently carrying whispers, to where it's heard.
Yet storms rise, shattering its flow,
Thunder twisting a melody into discord,
Drowned in echoes, a cry lost in haze,
A voice once radiant, now trapped in the maze.
Horned like a weapon, wielding destruction,
Yet with strength and resilience, weaving a garden.
The pitter-patter of words, soaking one to the core,
A light kiss to one’s being, yet a painful symphony.
A paradox in motion, fierce yet tender,
Tearing through silence, yet shaping splendor.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC