Hello, Mr. Perfectly Fine,
how's your peaceful, quiet mind?
Do you sleep well every night
knowing I still lost the fight?
Hello, Mr. Walked Away,
like our love was yesterday.
Like forever was a line
you erased and called it fine.
Hello, Mr. Doesn't Care,
do you ever feel me there?
in the silence late at night,
in the echoes of our fight?
Hello, Mr. Brand New Start,
did you leave another heart?
Or did you pack it in your bag,
with the promises you dragged?
Hello, Mr. Doing Great,
while I'm stuck with what you gave.
Memories that twist and stay,
words I wish I didn't say.
Hello, Mr. Moved on Fast,
guess I'm just part of your past.
A chapter closed without a sound,
a love you barely kept around.
And maybe you're still doing fine,
living in a world not mine.
But sometimes I still cross that line-
thinking of Mr. Perfectly Fine. 🖤
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:14 PM UTC
I'm not sad, at least not today,
but sorrow still finds words to say.
My pen knows the paths my heart won't claim,
yet still it writes of quiet pain.
I sit in light, the sky is clear,
no heavy thoughts are living here.
Yet lines of grief begin to grow,
like seeds of things I don't know.
People ask me, "are you alright?"
when all my poems lean toward the night.
But sadness isn't always mine-
sometimes it's just a borrowed line.
Some write of love,
some write of light
I write the shadows late at night.
Not because my world is gray,
but because those words choose to stay.
So don't mistake the ink I use
for wounds of storms or heavy blues.
I'm simply someone who can see
how deep a quiet poem can be.
I'm not sad
I just write
the words
that sadness leaves behind.
🖤
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
I pick up a brush, the music starts to flow,
a soft, steady rhythm only I know.
The noise of the day begins to fall light,
as colours wake up in the pale canvas white.
The world fades away with each careful stroke,
like silence appears every time I focus.
The worries I carry, the thoughts in my head,
drip down in the colours of blue, gold, and red.
The song fills the room like a gentle embrace,
and suddenly time starts to flow down its pace.
No questions to answer.
no voices to hear.
Just paint,
just music,
just quiet in here.
My brush starts to dance where my words cannot go,
telling the stories I'm scared to let show.
The things I can't say, the tears I don't cry,
spill softly in colours I leave there to dry.
And maybe the world still spins loud outside,
with chaos and noise I no longer can hide.
But here in this moment, with music and light
I finally breathe in the calm of the light.
For somewhere between every colour so bright,
between every shadow and licker of light-
I lose every weight that I carried all day,
and slowly the world just drifts away,
Just brush in my hand,
soft music in flight-
and a small piece of peace,
in the middle of the night.
🖤🎨
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 10:41 AM UTC
How much do I love you?
As much as the wind loves the sky
Always moving towards it,
Never asking why.
I love you like the wind at dawn,
Gentle
Warm
Light
The kind that softly whispers
“Everything will be alright”
I love you like the storming wind,
Strong enough to stay,
Even when the world feels heavy
And tries to pull away.
You may not always see my love,
Like the wind has no shape
But you will feel it in your chest
With every breath you take.
It flows through every part of me
In silence and in sound
No matter how fast life may run
My love will still surround.
Because my love is like the wind
Endless
Wild
True.
You cannot hold it in your hands,
But it will always hold you.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
We laugh, we run, we spin around,
Our silly voices fill the sound.
From morning light to evening glow,
With you, my heart will always know.
We build our castles, high and bright,
Dance through the day into night.
No rules, no limits just pure cheer.
Our inner child is always near.
Giggles echo down every hall,
We chase the moment, catch them all.
Secrets shared and mischief made,
In every memory, our love won’t fade.
We whisper dreams beneath the stars,
Laugh so hard we forget the scars.
We paint the world in colours loud,
And carry sunshine through every cloud.
Through fights and tear, thoughts highs and lows,
The bond between us only grows.
Your hands in mine, your heart with mine,
I know our souls will intertwine.
I couldn’t live without your light,
your laugh,
your warmth,
your endless fight.
Sisters, you are my safe, my home,
With you, I’m never truly alone.
So here's to us, our endless play,
Our little wild hearts that will stay.
Forever silly, forever free.
Forever you, and forever me.
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC
My mind’s a room that never sleeps,
It circles the truth, it twists, it keeps.
It builds its walls both high and tight,
Then checks the doors all through the night.
I trace each word you’ve ever said.
Reply the tone inside my head,
A thousand meanings in a glance,
No room in here for a second chance.
I want to trust, I almost do,
But doubt comes dressed in something true,
It pulls the past into the now
And asks me when and why and how
My hearts a vault with a hidden code,
Each hurt another heavy load.
They keys are lost beneath the fear
That everyone will disappear.
So I smile soft, I play it cool,
Pretend I don’t rewrite each rule,
While thoughts like restless shadows creep
And steal the fragile hours of sleep.
I test the ground with careful feet,
Turn every kindness to deceit,
Not because I want to run-
But trusting feels like holding a gun.
And still I hope you’ll prove my wrong,
Stay steady, patient, kind, and strong-
Break through the noise, the endless spin,
And quiet all the storms within.
But till that day, I’ll overthink.
Stand on the edge, refuse to sink.
A guarded heart, a searching soul.
A mind that cannot lose control.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 10:04 AM UTC
Ask him my birthday-
He’ll pause,
Scratch his head,
Name a month that sounds close enough.
Ask him my favourite colour.
And he’ll laugh like its a trick question,
Say “blue…? or pink?”
Like I’m a child he once met
In passing.
He knows the scores of old games,
The lyrics to songs from his youth,
The way to fix a car by sound alone-
But not the shape of my fears,
Not the way I take my coffee,
Not the things that make me stay up at night.
We live in the same history
But not the same story.
I memorized his footsteps in the hall,
The tone in his voice when he was tired,
The rare, shining moments
When he said my name
Like it mattered-
But if you ask him about me now
He would search his pockets
And come up empty
Its a strange kind of heartbreak
To be loved in theory,
To be “my kid”
Without being known.
I want too hand him a list-
My birthday
My favorite color
The music I play on repeat
The dreams I am too scared to say out loud-
But I’m afraid
He wouldn't know
What to do
With the answers.
So I sit across from him
And talk about the weather,
The safe things,
The things that don’t require
Being seen.
And if you ask him about me,
He’ll say
“Yeah thats my child”
With a proud, distant smile-
While I quietly wonder
What it would feel like
To be someone
He could describe
Without guessing
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
You didn’t notice, did you?
You didn’t notice when you pretended to be asleep in the car just to have your mother carry you up to bed for the last time.
You didn’t notice when you ran to the door and yelled “daddy’s home!” after work and he picked you up and spun you around for the last time.
You didn’t notice when the rain washed away your chalk drawings off the sidewalk and you never went back out to colour hopscotch again.
You didn’t notice when you dried off after you danced in the rain and jumped in the puddles, you started caring about your hair and makeup getting ruined and you never went back out.
You didn’t notice that you hung up those plastic play phones and never opened one again, you had a real one now and it wasn’t a toy, but an addiction.
You didn’t notice that you put on your shoes after playing in the ball pit and you never took them off again.
You didn’t notice when you ate ice cream for the last time without counting calories in your head.
You didn’t notice when you had your last fight with your sister about who got the passenger seat before you started arguing over who got to drive the car.
You didn’t notice when you stopped believing in Santa Claus, as the magic of Christmas was replaced with material wishlists.
You didn’t notice when you stopped believing in the monster under your bed, as it started to come out in the reflection in the mirror.
You didn’t notice when you went to field day for the last time. When you got your last participation trophy.
When you kicked your brother's seat on a road trip for the last time.
When you had your last play date with your barbies.
When you had the last Disney movie night with your parents.
You didn’t notice that grandparents don’t last forever.
You didn’t notice that your childhood cat wasn’t eternal.
You didn’t notice that your parents were growing up, too.
You didn’t notice, did you?
You didn’t notice that you grew up.
But you notice it now, don’t you?
You notice it every time you look in the mirror.
And you were shocked because your reflection doesn’t look familiar.
You look older, you look tired.
You look like it's been centuries since you’ve let your imagination run wild.
You look like you don’t even remember what it's like to be a child.
And you notice it every time you look back at pictures.
And you notice that you are at the age that little you were always wishing for.
And you notice how you never thought you’d make it this far.
Adulthood was a fantasy, as the games you would play.
But here you are.
And you notice it now, don’t you?
Time goes by too fast.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 3:14 PM UTC
I still hear you in the quiet-
In the soft thump of a memory
crossing the hallway of my chest.
Your leash hangs like a question
no one can answer,
and the sun still lands
in your favourite spot on the floor
as if its waiting for you to curl into it.
Heaven must be made of open fields,
because you were never meant for small spaces.
I picture you running-
ears flying,
eyes bright,
no pain in your step, just wind and forever.
Do you still do that thing
where you look back
to make sure I'm following?
Because I am-
in every dream,
in every year I pretend is just the rain.
You took a piece of my heartbeat
when you left,
but left your warmth
stitched into my days-
in the way I say your name
like a prayer
in the way of love
still sits beside me
even though you're gone.
Somewhere beyond the clouds
there's a trail with our footprints-
yours in paws
mine in longing-
and I know one day
you'll come racing toward me again,
like no time has passed at all.
Until then,
stay in the sky,
chasing endless light-
and when I feel the sudden warmth
against my cheek,
I'll know ..
Its you,
finding me.
🐾🕊
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC