The weather app
says it’s 32 degrees,
yet I walk around
being slow-roasted alive.
No amount of water
quenches this thirst,
no passing wind
cools the skin enough
to feel human again.
Who looked at this
burning rock
and called it
habitable?
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:37 AM UTC
We scroll past bodies like it’s just content
Another war clip, another “thoughts and prayers” event
Kids catching bullets while suits debate the cost
We all act shocked but we already know it’s lost
And it’s genocide somewhere, but it’s “complicated” here
Funny how the truth gets quieter every year
Metal toys go bang and the headlines blur
And the cycle keeps spinning like we never learn
People starving on streets you walk every day
You got cash in your pocket but you look away
Say you “worked for yours,” say they should too
Like the world’s that simple, right, good for you
We burn our books like it’s Fahrenheit 451 coming true
Keep the kids nice and clueless so they don’t feel blue
Don’t teach them history, it’s “too **** sad”
But the truth is ugly, but it’s supposed to be bad
Millions dead in the The Holocaust, yes, it hurts to read
So is slavery, and assault, just pick your century
You think hiding the story makes the damage gone?
Nah, it just means we’ll keep passing it on
And kids get hurt and nobody screams
Till it trends for a day, then it’s back to memes
My friend’s got scars, and I’ve got some too
We joke like it’s nothing, what else do you do?
And nobody cares, or that’s how it feels
Maybe they’re numb, maybe nobody heals
We got so used to it we don’t react
Just shrug, scroll down, “damn…that’s whack”
Are you really gonna fix this place like that
Posting black squares, yeah congrats on that
“Raising awareness” while you sit and stare
People are dying, do you even ******* care?
I’m angry as hell and I don’t feel wise
Just confused how we normalize all these lies
How cruelty’s casual, how pain’s routine
How the worst **** alive feels weirdly…seen
It’s messy, and I don’t have a plan
I’m just calling it out ‘cause I know that I can
If the world’s this broken, at least say it’s true
Don’t dress it up nice, what the **** is wrong with you?
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 7:52 AM UTC
It's not shameful to cry like women
Shameful is to make them cry
It's not shameful for dressed like women
Shameful is to tear it
It's not shameful to speak for women
Shameful is to make them depressed
Nights wasn't my enemy
It's ur shamefulness to make it my enemy
Pains wasn't our friends
It's ur shamefulness to make it my friend
In the world full of women makers
You are shameful to be like women?
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 9:59 AM UTC
Looking at the sky for a while
Thinking about the universe for a while
Hoping to know ,all the matrix for a while
Seeing the stars at night
Gazing the sky at a height
And so looking at the sky for a while
The tiny stars follow us
The dark sky remain within us
Hoping to get those tiny starshine in depth beneath us
Seeing the stars through dark beneath us
Gazing at the sky at a height above us
And so looking at the sky for a while
The tiny planets in a big universe
Life remains within us
Hoping to get those life in death beneath us
Seeing the planets as life through silence beneath us
Gazing at the sky at a hope beneath us
And so looking at the sky for a happiness all around us..!!!
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
Crush? no, not that.
Taken a liking? Maybe.
Love? Too young for that.
Obsession? How could it be!
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC
A single drop of blood
A pressed-down, crushed bud
Young flower cherishes
No one knows what it tarnishes.
Cold poison hidden in the densest bone
Only to act when the bud nearly shone
A harm, not intended
Dignity, not defended
Forgotten moments, lived again
Haunting reflections beyond ken
Such cruelty of fate
Horrible mandate
When the desolated bud is to bloom
Suddenly struck with such a gloom
Despondent, in a dread frenzy
The little one in a vile plenzy
Leaves do not care
Bud's petals tear
The bud is uncovered
As The flower savored
Untill the doom day
All was thought to be just a play
When finally known, it is a curse
Who knows which is worse
Dark lightning flashes
Colossal grief surges
Innocence wash away
Bud is left in the grey
For long, being on the shelf
Tender Bud questions herself
Why she is not pure
Might there be a cure
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Black and white are all mere words
The Mighty one decides them all
That is the ancient rule of the warriors
Strength crushes whoever stands tall
Right and wrong cannot have coexistence
Thus the immortal bow and cope
The heaven and earth has no existence
Without the rays of golden hope
Darkness has conjured my thoughts
Why would I wear a white costume
Current takes to the eternal doom
When evil prevails, even deity rots
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
To live is hard.
To die? Harder.
Why not choose a moment of pain,
Over that of many, many years?
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 8:53 AM UTC
I see no hope.
No good days to come.
Yet I'm unaware,
Why life is so dear?
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 8:51 AM UTC
Under the scarce, starry sky,
I sit in a daze.
Not counting the stars,
I count the reasons why
I'm so messed up,
distressed, on the edge,
why my life is just a big lie.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC