Those nights were sleepless
yet it was a precipice of silence and chaos,
you know that I've got so far than I ever was, and at this very moment, I laid my soul bare as if it's my youth's requiem.
My hands were fragile and veins took as roots for oleander, my skin's porcelain etched with red and blue; a lifetime might suffice, otherwise it's a lover's oath.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
I am a poet.
I bleed in violet,
and every shade of blue.
When you read my words,
the page forgets its whiteness,
and you begin to see in colour.
Language dissolves to light,
pain becomes pigment,
memory, hue.
My heart splinters into spectrum,
and somewhere inside the blue,
he moves again,
slowly, like light
through water.
You think you’re reading me,
but it’s both of us you see,
our silhouettes caught
in the same wash of colour.
And by the final line,
you are stained
with the colours
of a love
that now lives in you.
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:10 AM UTC
It’s been a month since you broke me
Broke me in so many more ways than I could imagine
My self worth is gone
I know im pretty
I know im hot
I know im clever
I know im funny
But im not happy
I dont love myself fully because i dont even know how to love my self completely again
I never knew the parts of me that i unconsciously loved that are now betrayed and left behind
And i dont know how to get them back
I feel unworthy
I feel “not enough”
I cant hold my head up high like i did before
When the problem at hand was way bigger than this small change
But the change was in my heart so now it affects me in every way
I build myself up but it all comes down when i see him again
I feel all over again how i was discarded
how little i meant to him when he meant too much for me
All these feelings come rushing back and i fall back down the stairs i climbed
I dont know how to de attache my name from his
Myself from him
To be me again
And not the girl that was left by him
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:07 AM UTC
When I was in 9th grade, I fell in love
Went through the whole chariad
We had matching necklaces
In secret held each other's hands
The necklaces were yin and yang
Darkness and light
I wore it, believing our love was worth the fight
Never took it off because I knew we were right
When your dark chocolate eyes were laced with mine
I saw no lies when you said your heart was mine
But as time flew by, I realised you did not lie
It was just my heart that wasn't worth a dime
I was in Grade 9 when I fell for you
When I thought darkness and light could be two in one
But I was too innocent, I was not a damsel in distress
So your hands laced with someone else's dress
I liked you best
My friends can attest
That I denied when they said you were in her bed
But I guess two worlds can't collide, your words against mine
Now laced with lies, saying there are other guys
But I wanted you
I was a kid, yet I knew what we had was true
Now in the 12th grade
Still writing of you in hidden phrases
I should be over it, I know, but there are times
When I look in the sky, I remember my first love
The dove and the raven are destined to fall
Intertwined as if fate is bored
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:07 AM UTC
Give a girl a diving bell and she'll get the message
that you think she walks on water, or dances on it, or
some romantic fah-de-lah like that.
There was whiskey on the wreck out by the sand bar
and the barkeep went there in waders, then wondered
how he'd get back to the tavern with all those bottles without drowning.
I said, hey ** here I am, a girl who owns a net.
There aren't a lot of us left--
not since that weird with a beard came around
and everybody wandered off to do open mic about looking up, not back.
Here's a confidence, Mr. Barkeep
(I'll bet you hear a lot of them)
I'm not forgiving those ********
Give a girl the time of day around here
and she'll think you walk on water, or waltz across it, or
some low self-esteem rigmarole like that.
I'm not that way,
but I'm willing to help you get the *****
Alls you have to do is come around and fix what needs fixing,
Including the broken window,
and my child who needs to hear a ***** joke.
Do that, and I'll lend you my net, and all my old boyfriends, too,
to help you stock your larder, as it were.
(Like how I said that? "As it were.")
So let's just be real, okie dokie artichokee?
Fortune favors the bold, and I'd say
it looks like I'm your lucky starfish, Captain,
ain't I?
Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
gleaming amethyst
fading glow
angels awakened
drifting snow
echoing voids
darkness receeding
cascading stars
light returning
beating hearts
endings repeated
waves crashing
teeth pulsing
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC
My whole iv always been called ‘too much’
Which is ironic because my entire life has never made me feel enough
I talk enough, I socialise enough, I even annoy enough
But I am never enough…. Do you understand?
I'm an introvert's worst fear
Yet hearing that could never fulfil my need for validation
I talk loudly, therefore I am given a standing ovation
But my loudness produces whispers of condemning nature
I could say shakespeare art reformed
But not to be taken to accord because of my ‘gift’
I'm silly, yes, but come on, guys lets shift a bit
I mean, how am I too much?
But again, never enough
Then what is enough, may I ask?
In this universe and the next im sure this is a question which has been begged to be answered
Normal is not enough, yet above normal is too much, and therefore not enough as well
In a real world filled with unrealistic expectations, it feels like the sky is not the only limit
So why as a collective species define what is ‘too much’
Well i guess I am too much
I feel too deeply, I talk too loud, and I laugh at max volume
But is that a bad thing
Well, either way I know one thing for certain
That I am too much
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:38 PM UTC
There was once a boy who walked London streets
His feet hit the pavement with his face full of glee
He would walk to the bakery to buy at least something
But the baker, with a frown, said there was nothing
But the boy, full of glee, thanked the man
went outside even though his little legs could barely stand
He walked to an alley near the shady of London
And went to the corner where he usually slumbered
He was used to this life of scraps and bones
Did he ever eat a full meal? Not at all
But his face was seen as happier than most
Everyone wondered what the boy must be on
The boys' parents died when he was only a kid
He often wondered what he did to deserve it
People always said he had his mother's smile
So he never frowned, so he could keep her around
You would think the boy would sit on the street dejected
But any sadness from the boy seemed to be undetected
For he would greet the ladies and the dogs happily
Glee running from his face was never happening
It is a shame that the boy never became a man
He was so happy no one noticed his shaky hands
They found him in the corner where he usually slumbered
They say he died with a smile, so he would never disobey his mother
Of course, everyone mourned for a day or so
But later came along a new sob story to be told
So forever forgotten the boy full of glee
The Scrawny boy no one could see
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
When I was in 9th grade, I fell in love
Went through the whole chariad
We had matching necklaces
In secret held each other's hands
The necklaces were yin and yang
Darkness and light
I wore it, believing our love was worth the fight
Never took it off because I knew we were right
When your dark chocolate eyes were laced with mine
I saw no lies when you said your heart was mine
But as time flew by, I realised you did not lie
It was just my heart that wasn't worth a dime
I was in Grade 9 when I fell for you
When I thought darkness and light could be two in one
But I was too innocent, I was not a damsel in distress
So your hands laced with someone else's dress
I liked you best
My friends can attest
That I denied when they said you were in her bed
But I guess two worlds can't collide, your words against mine
Now laced with lies, saying there are other guys
But I wanted you
I was a kid, yet I knew what we had was true
Now in the 12th grade
Still writing of you in hidden phrases
I should be over it, I know, but there are times
When I look in the sky, I remember my first love
The dove and the raven are destined to fall
Intertwined as if fate is bored
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
I love to spiral
To drown myself in thoughts only the mad can relate to
But when you ask me, I'm sorry, boo, I won’t tell you
My body can shiver with self-pity
You ask how I'm doing? I’ll say…. 50/50
I can have an internal breakdown.
And you ask, “Why the frown?”
Deep inside, I scream, help me get out
But my false confidence helps me regurgitate lies
Until I can literally taste the word “I'm fine”
Cuz not lying makes me feel nauseous,
I know being cautious will be the death of me
That Macbeth can attest, you cannot outrun fate
No matter how many spirals you make
But I crave for stability in an unstable world
Poetry is the only unchanging form of matter
Therefore, it is a safe haven
Each line is treated like a deep scar
Disinfectant can’t attain
But I'm trying to change, and I will someday
But every Sunday feels like a reset
Put a coin in the slot, but I guess money can’t always talk
And I thought materialistic love was the remedy
And to be honest, therapy isn't helping
Now my two senses what made sense now cost more than 2 cents
So i dont understand why I was sent here
Now circles and swirls do not look so bad
Maybe I fear this is all I will ever be
Take this as i plea or an easy way out
But your doubt will disappear when you see my inner demons sprout out
Twisted and ugly
And maybe I'm lucky
I mean Spirals and thoughts are not lovely
But I guess I will be fine
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC