Meu bem do céu,
Tudo bem com você?
Já está na pausa que você queria?
Já procurou o seu jeito?
Basta você querer e deixar o passado para seguir adiante.
Tenho muitas perguntas para você, só que dessa vez eu não vou te perguntar mais, o tempo já chegou para organizar minha prioridade.
Então, com esse pensamento, eu te desejo tudo o que ocorra em tua vida, e eu na minha.
É como se o passado estivesse me torturando com lembranças de suas palavras, seu toque e seu jeito de ser, o jeito que você me tocou.
Minha pele e tua pele transformando-se em uma, como você pode caminhar nessa vida sem sentir nada?
Andando como se eu e você nunca estivéssemos juntos, tocando e beijando até o amanhecer.
Você é um homem, afinal do dia.
Esse é seu jeito de ser, mas o meu não.
Minha alma, minha consciência, meu coração sentem demais para agir como se nada tivesse acontecido; é algo que pessoas que não têm alma, que não têm paz nenhuma, fazem em suas vidas.
Eu não sou uma pessoa dessa maneira, mas, em nossa situação, sou forçada a ser inverdadeira com meu próprio DNA.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
Words I want to write
Words I’m trying to find
The complete exhaustion of giving grace,
When will it be my turn to receive a loving place?
Whispers of souls telling me I need to stop writing.
How can I, if it helps me calm my mind?
I want to confess my untold shadows, without judgement to find.
My poor eyes, my poor ears.
All the chaos it was forced to observe and hear!
How do I have the will to keep on going?
All these monstrosities might have driven me mad.
Yet here I remain
I am still willing to write.
And maybe when life has straightened out it’s crooked lines,
I will craft a beautiful piece that will make me smile.
A poem of love born from curated chaos, a poem of tranquility I will hold.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
Scorching winds blowing at my window,
With every passing breeze,
It’s telling me to leave your heart where it needs to be.
With your eyes, touched by the cold air
It reminds me how much you don’t care
Was it my fault to dive into your waves of deception?
My heart willingly hearing the melody of your depression.
For this moment in time you belong far beyond
And I with our memories on the other side of the wall.
Where I will treasure it, because your shallow heart will let it fall into the depths of the ocean where nothing to see, nothing at all.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
“See me!”, I yelled at the sea.
My voice echoed through the torments of the brutal sea.
Unsure if it could hear me.
My voice clothed in desperation, I stood there with solitude.
Knowing no matter how hard I screamed,
No wandering soul could hear me.
From that day I knew, unfortunately solitude was and will be my only friend.
Maybe accepting this fate my destiny could rest assured till my end.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 2:31 PM UTC
In my perfect world,
I would be understood
my soul unmasked,
my words unbroken by fear.
In my perfect world,
eyes would meet mine
and truly see not the surface,
but the storm, the depth that’s beneath.
In my perfect world,
joy would dress my mornings,
and sorrow would wander the streets,
unable to find my soul.
In my perfect world,
love would not arrive as chaos,
but as calm as two souls breathing in sync.
A man whose spirit fits my own,
as dawn fits the sky.
In my perfect world,
I would build a haven of laughter and grace,
a home blessed with the love
of my future husband and our children,
a place where dreams rest safely
beneath God’s gentle light.
But I live not in perfection.
I live in the aching in between
where desire often disappears,
and promises learns to fade.
Yet still, I rise.
I still try.
For even broken worlds
can be beautiful
when God walks beside you.
My world is not perfect,
but it is alive
and within its cracks,
hope blooms like light through stone.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 7:23 PM UTC
As the night approaches and the sun sets down.
My head falls heavy in my pillow.
Swallowing me whole with it’s never ending cycle of pain, tears and sorrow.
Slowly sinking into the darkness of this torment, slowly closing my eyes.
“Why don’t I feel rested?”
My head starts to pound against the pillow for what’s supposed to feel soft now feels hard as a stone.
Moving around, twisting, adjusting myself searching for a place to settle,
abruptly the comfort slips further away.
For a fleeting moment it felt like a sweet embrace quickly turning into a frozen winter, cold, dark, a solitude without end.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 4:21 AM UTC
As the night approaches,
Who are you when it ends?
Who am I when it ends?
The sun appears once more.
Who are you attempting to be?
Pretender or sincere soul?
If you ask me, I'll settle for a flame untouched by falsehood.
I strive to be as truthful as I can.
I make some faults here and there, but at least I own them.
I hope you do too.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:48 PM UTC