There was a child full of life,
Kind and bright, her soul alive.
People loved her gentle charm,
For peace and joy were in her arms.
Her parents named her —
The child of vitality, wisdom, and faith,
And she was AISHA.
Then she met another child,
Full of grace and faith so mild.
She believed her God had answered,
Her heart was pure, her laughter echoed.
A lively soul, playful and sweet,
A child you’d never forget to meet.
Her second name carried meaning deep —
The gift of God, the life He keeps.
And her name was ALIANA JANN.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
Life lies in bed, yet it feels like a coffin,
Some sleep forever, never waking again.
While I’m still here, wishing I was gone,
Drowning in shadows, where the night feels long.
This life is too dark, too broken, too cold,
It doesn’t feel real, no story to be told.
Not a dream, not a curse, just an endless hole,
Like another lost spirit trapped in my soul.
Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
I look at the stars, dreaming I will be alright.
The moon smiles at me, with not-so-bright light.
I look at the sky, thinking when I die,
I will look down on Earth and live in the sky.
My life depends — it's up to me,
To you, to everyone else, how I choose to be.
But when I'm with the sky, moon, and stars,
I shine, I bloom, and I smile from afar.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC
I was once kind,innocent and full of curiosity
But not now that gadgets eat people's innocence. I hope I was not one of them but.....it's just HOPE not really the reality
The one kind,innocent and full of curiosity child died in this woman's heart.
When I was that child I was very curious what it feels to be flash with something that is not good nor hopeful vids,pictures and more but now that I did...
I regret it..I really did..that one child full of hope and kindness is shattered into pieces flash with no second thought...
Before the question was:
Does it feel like I'm in fantasy movies?
Or
Can I watch some?
To:
Shit!Why the heck is this showing?
Or
The freak?I didn't ask for this FYP,chatgpt how can I turn my FYP to something good?
Being flash by something that shouldn't flash in my face is ****
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 3:05 AM UTC
People like pretty stories,
but they fear messy minds.
They hush cracked voices,
yet still cheer for the ones who survived.
They want your pain—
but make it poetic.
They want your scars—
but make them aesthetic.
They pressure you,
until the thoughts aren’t about hurting yourself...
but hurting them.
And suddenly, you're the villain
for finally snapping
after years of being bent.
Let’s just smile—
because that’s what society wants.
They don’t want truth,
just a well-rehearsed front.
Pretend.
Pretend like we’re okay.
Even when we're falling apart in silent decay.
One tiny wrong impression—
and they’ll label you “unstable.”
One moment of emotion—
and you're off the table.
I’m screaming.
Not out loud—
but inside my brain,
where the echoes ache
and the silence stains.
GOD, HELP!
THIS ISNT THE LIFE I DREAM.
I vowed, I praised, I gave everything it seemed.
Sacrificed pieces of me
just to get a piece of peace.
But why must I suffer
just to earn salvation?
Why must I break
just to feel whole?
I scream
till my voice can’t even hum a rhyme.
I scream and scream and scream—
and still, it’s never time.
Help, God.
I’m just a human.
Not a warrior.
Not a prophet.
Just someone still asking…
for a direction.
A reason.
A light.
Anything…
to feel like
life.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 10:43 AM UTC
The moon above was not too bright,
But still, it gave the softest light.
The stars were there — a scattered sea,
It felt like they were watching me.
Beside me, you — so still, so near,
The ocean's sound was all I'd hear.
The waves, the breeze, the silent air...
And knowing somehow you were there.
We walked along the shoreline slow,
Our footprints fading as we go.
No words were said, yet I could feel
A quiet love, so calm, so real.
I didn't need to speak tonight,
My heart was loud beneath the light.
You looked at me — I looked at you,
And all I hoped felt somehow true.
Then came the kiss — so soft, so shy,
Beneath the stars and velvet sky.
And when we paused, I saw you smile,
It made the whole world stop awhile.
I couldn’t name just what I felt,
But something warm inside me dwelt.
A secret feeling, deep and wide,
That bloomed like waves and touched the tide.
And when the moon gave way to sun,
We sat and watched the day begun.
The morning light began to rise,
But I was staring at your eyes.
Your brown eyes caught the golden hue,
And looked like something pure and true.
I smiled and wrote this later on,
To keep the night that came and gone.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:49 PM UTC
I hope I feel what you feel when you found your dream.
I wonder why you found yours, while I can’t even find mine.
I want to steal your goals — but that’s not the kind of person I can be.
I dream of being a soldier, but the darkness inside holds me back.
Taking lives isn’t in me, yet I still want to chase that dream.
Sometimes, I feel left out — even in my own world.
There’s a deep wound in my chest — that feels impossible to heals.
I want to become the person I see in my dreams but I can even stand on my own.
Life feels strange, like I’m already gone.
I’m alive in flesh but dead in soul.
Didn't think I can stand on my own two feet.
I need support — but I hate needing anyone.
Suffering in silence is safer than suffering with you because your just a human so you can judge me too.
I don’t think I can live with you — even for a week because I feel my body getting weak.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 2:07 PM UTC
"Paper"
Some throw paper everywhere,
Crumpled, torn, without a care.
But there’s a paper dressed in green,
Guarded like a royal queen.
One is trash, ripped with no regret,
The other — priceless, a power set.
Yet both are paper, thin and small,
Why does one rise while one must fall?
It’s just like us, the human race,
Some are ignored, some held in grace.
If you hold the PAPER, you wear a crown,
But without it, they’ll drag you down.
You could have dreams, a heart that’s true,
But no one sees the soul in you.
Because in this world, cruel and cold,
Worth is measured not by heart — but gold.
And so the earth weeps in despair,
As people **** what once was fair.
For PAPER, they destroy the tree,
And silence voices that should be free.
We’re losing love, we’re losing air,
For a piece of paper — do we care?
Society trades life for gain,
Leaving behind a trail of pain.
But maybe, just maybe, a voice can rise,
To speak the truth, to open eyes.
To show that worth is more than pay,
And help this broken world find its way
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 1:45 PM UTC