The day l become still.
Before that l hope to feel nothing
No remembrance of what could or what would have been.
Just silence, no thought
I want it to be painless the juxtaposition
of what life have given me.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:55 AM UTC
one of us was climbing mountains
to get back to the other
and one of us wouldn’t even step over a puddle
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 2:10 PM UTC
he wasn’t even a good actor.
the suit didn’t fit right,
and the tie was always a little too tight—
a cheap costume for a man
who couldn't win a round
even with a script he didn't write.
but he knew the optics.
he knew that if he combed his hair
and kept his voice level,
the adults would see a "leader"
instead of the predator
whispering in the back of the bus.
we all knew.
the "reputation" followed him
like a bad smell he tried to drown in cologne.
a trail of girls with crossed arms,
the collective flinch when he walked in,
the way the room went cold
whenever he tried to be "helpful."
it wasn't a disguise that worked on us.
we saw the devil,
not in the details,
but in the blatant, clumsy way
he tried to hunt in broad daylight.
he’d catch you by surprise,
not with a growl, but with a bright, rehearsed smile
that made you feel like you were the one
misreading the room.
he was a terrible debater,
but he was an expert
at finding the girls
who hadn't heard the warning yet.
he’d smile that bright, plastic smile—
convinced he was charming,
convinced he was safe—
while we stood there
counting the seconds
until we could walk away
from the suit, the tie, and the lie.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 8:21 AM UTC
The day l become still.
Before that l hope to feel nothing
No remembrance of what could or what would have been.
Just silence, no thought
I want it to be painless the juxtaposition
of what life have given me.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC
POV.
How does it feel to be lied to?
to be told you are the one by the way they glaze at you
by the way they smiled at you, the little twisting of the hair
While staring,eyes full of intent. ………. If only you could quench the thirst of the world. The stolen glances, the unspoken rules.
The space they held and the little corners you squeeze yourself into.
All to realise you were just a pawn on a sunny Wednesday .
The longing for them to feel just a fraction of what you felt
the sensations, the smiles, the cries to be just enough.
the rules you broke, the fight you fought and the broken heart
you forever will fix.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 11:52 AM UTC
I squeezed a water bottle today
till it couldn’t suffocate any longer.
I let it breath and l did it again and again.
l let it go.
Expecting it to revert again with a huge smile.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
I want to be loved
The way a sleeper loves their bed
The way a foodie loves their food
The way a surviver loves their life
The way a footballer loves their legs
The way a surgeon loves their hands
The way life worships the rich .
I want to feel love the way a soul has never felt it.
I want to love and be loved .
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 6:05 AM UTC
Rage to the winner
who got it all, cause l would burn
To have it all ..........
To WIN .
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
Words could be encouraging
sentimental,hurtful,endearing,
sometimes it creates this lingering feeling of
Emptiness
The sound of it has made me blush
smile,cry......YOU Name it all
Even now my words are all simple and mushy
But I am all smiling My heart's hurt far more
than words could explain,But in this Words
I find the biggest consolation .
My words are a narration of my heart
A narration of things l have no control
but strive to have control over .
if only life could be my words
My consolation .
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
IF ONLY THIS ILLUSION THAT GUILD ME
COULD BE THE REALITY THAT ENTRAP ME .......
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC