Dear Kamila,
Your hands yearn to create perfection
Yet you are flawed in every way.
So you hide your craft from the world
and tell yourself one day you’ll change
but your craft will never reach
the towers you build
their peak in the cosmos
where the stars shine
You want to reach there in a single day
it will never happen.
Have you never failed before?
Or you simply try not to?
Do you run away from the peculiar
so you never taste defeat?
What happens when you do?
You’ll crumble to your feet
My dear Kamila,
is that truly your name?
Do you know the faces
staring from the wall?
Do you strive to live up
to your pure name?
Do you want a tale
the world will recall?
Then fail, Kamila, fail.
Fail over and over again.
There’s beauty in imperfection, and shallow is your name
You will fly,
Kamila, you will.
And you will fail even more.
Why wait for the world to point its spotlight?
Make your own
with the light you bring
once you fly again.
May 3
May 3, 2026 at 10:15 AM UTC
I wish you'd show me, the words you whispers
The sweet lies you tell, nothing but a salted bandage for my wound
You tell me I'm a treasure, from a faraway land
I feel the faraway part, but as a common rock amongst many
I just want a change, just one if any
I wish the speech would match the intention
I hate the lies, this stupid invention
I want to feel the weight of your “love”
I’m tired of watching afar like a dove
Am I too blame? Am I too plain?
Do I blend in with the world, out of your sight?
Or am I too reliant on fight or flight?
You’d never know what cross my mind, I’d never try and tell
I’m scared of the stares and falling under hypocrisy’s spell
I want to feel something when you smile
I’m tired, so done with the sweet lies
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 8:25 AM UTC
I can't help but long for something
To fill the hole in my heart
To hear the words 'you're my everything.'
Or till death do us part
A hopeless romantic, always rejecting affection
A hopeless romantic, always afraid of rejection
Always giddy at the thought of love
But I run away when push comes to shove
I can't help but long for someone to say
'I love you, Jay, more than words can say'
Just to be someone's someone in their life
When I'm with this person, I know I'll thrive
Why is it such a scare?
All I want to do is care
All I want is a sign
That one day I'll call someone mine
A little bit of longing,
Can go a long way
And though it's yet to come
I hope I'll see the day
Where I'll hear the words "I love you, Jay."
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC
I saw a high bar once, it seemed to reach into the sky
I told myself, no worries, I can reach it if I try
But the minute I get to where I saw it last
It started to move much too fast.
I saw a mama bird stare at me from the bar
'Come on, little one, it's not that far.'
'Isn't this your dream, to reach this high?'
'Try a little harder and you can touch the sky!'
And so I traveled to reach this high bar
And on my journey, I lost my Guitar
I told myself, no worries, it's a little price to pay
As soon as I reach the bar, there'll be another day
Alas, my arms began to tire
The bar became even higher
On the way up, I lost everything that made me smile
Because of the mama bird that told me this was worthwhile
And so I let go and fell to the ground
Thinking no one would save me, and I'd never be found
I told myself I was finally free
But Mama bird held on the rope, tied to me
'Mama, let me go, the bar is too high,'
'But Baby Bird, don't you want to reach the sky?'
Then I saw some friendly faces, holding me
They cut off the rope and set me free
They showed me what life was like on the ground
And all the things I thought I lost, I finally found
I found pain
I found tears
I found rain
I found fears
I found love
I found joy
I found solace
I found peace
And yet I heard my Mama Bird calling out to me
'Oh, my baby, can't you see?'
'They'll stop you from reaching the sky.'
'Come back, baby, all you have to do is try.'
'Mama, please let me go, I need to be free.'
'The bar is too high and it never stays still.'
'If I try to reach it, I'll lose the real me.'
'If I had the chance to stay here, you know I will.'
'Mama, love me the way I am.'
'There's no point in reaching the high bar.'
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 6:25 PM UTC