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
IF ONLY THIS ILLUSION THAT GUILD ME
COULD BE THE REALITY THAT ENTRAP ME .......
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 12:49 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 .
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 2:13 PM UTC
All () of us all with different views of what living is all about.
So l looked at the lips
Some sealed,some wide and even
Some wider than ever .
Each with their own thought
Of what the narrowness or
Wideness of the lips is .
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC
I was always a Poet.
At heart l always expressed my emotions in voice l could only hear.
I was powerless even more brutal-silenced,
and in that moment the tears came rolling down it fountain.
A piece of paper was all l had:
So for once l wasn’t so silent, l was powerless but wasn’t silent.
For once l didn’t quench this consuming fire
I allowed my self burn in this fire that has been repressed .
With burning eyes l realised l had found my way .
My words weren’t as pretty
as the words of a poet combined that made my heart ache or flutter.
But in the moment my words were my freedom and that made me a poet at heart.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
Features of this face bright as the sunset.
Unrealistic ...
Subtle but fancy.
Vanished but appeared like a flickering candle.
Words cannot explain its beauty
But the absence of it could be explained by my words.
it is all over the place just as my words are .
l hope to absorb this light again in a dark place .
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC