Across the iron-barred gate,
There he stood—oblivious to the eyes fixed on him.
His strides, graceful, like those of a prince.
At first meeting—unexpected—yet struck a silent chord.
There he was, basking in the sun as he pinned the linen.
Her eyes, glazed with wonder and excitement,
A teenage girl, lighthearted with her first real crush.
Finally, he caught her—
Eyes wide at the act.
She couldn’t avert her gaze,
Drawn into those beautiful orbs.
It felt like a storybook moment,
One she wouldn’t want to forget in a hurry.
A memory etched in her young heart forever—
Of the man who first pulled her heartstrings.
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:57 PM UTC
Obsession is a thief—
It comes in, destroys, and leaves its victim
With nothing but pain, grief, and loss.
A pothole in the heart,
Filled with the heat and weight of the world.
Like cancer, it grows in stages:
First anger, then depression,
Denial… then the worm.
It eats you—deeply, slowly—
Turning you into a mindless beast.
You're ready to take risks,
But foolish ones.
Destruction awaits—
Its cold embrace hits hard.
Letting go isn't weakness;
It's maturity—
A call to protect your mental health.
You become prey
Only when you let the devil in through your grief.
So don’t feed your pain—
Grieve, but not too much.
Don’t become a slave to your heart.
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:46 PM UTC
What’s worse than a beautiful lie,
painted in charm, cloaked in seduction?
Its lips smooth as butter,
its taste sweet as nectar—
a trap meant to soothe the sheep.
Blinded by their own “wisdom,”
they stumble, foolish in the empire’s gaze.
Fools! Hungry for the milk of the land,
leaving scraps for the lesser ones.
“Power shift,” they call it—authority,
titles dressed to look like truth.
Yet they are pawns,
sacrificed for a lesser good.
Trampling weaker vessels
for a week of fading fame.
Maybe the world applauds,
but through the eyes of the less,
their truth is exposed.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:45 PM UTC