And if our fate get confused and repeated once more;
I'll be silent coffee cup in your hands, dried down on your lips.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:47 PM UTC
Oh, my beloved amour! If you come back, I'll still be sitting by our fate, listening to the melodic rain singing our shattered charms of love.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
When a wound bleeds, you wrap it with a cloth, but what will you wrap my heart with?
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:44 PM UTC
I hear the howling
of flowing water
in my bathroom sink.
I scream to let them
out of my soul,
but they only make me
feel desperate
of my own
memories trapped
inside my head.
Alas, I can't forget it!
How long does it take
to forget
a thousand memories
embedded in my veins,
where blood flows
bit by bit,
miserably painful
and hauntingly yearning.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:25 PM UTC
My tears fall upon a memory
Besides the lake,
Beyond the sunflower field.
This love is silent,
Like a cold an autumn night
Resting within my wounded heart.
The wind carries your name,
But never your love,
Never your touch.
I reach for your echoes
That fade at dawn.
Still, I wait
For spring to give us a chance.
Oh, what an autumn night!
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 2:34 PM UTC
Your absence pierces my soul,
Like a withering garden of mourners.
You left behind our painful memories
In the cold desert winds
of solemn winter.
I couldn't forget
as my heart wrapped.
With each petal fell
on my bare hands.
Yet, my body lays lifeless,
where our memory blooms
in the sober spring;
A silent grave in my heart
that nobody can heal.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 5:41 AM UTC
Wasn’t life meant to be more than escaping noise?
Or perhaps to pause from everything
and listen to what we truly need.
We spend our lives chasing meanings,
ignoring the quiet beauty of our existance.
There is a strange kind of silence,
one that longs for stillness within a moment.
It doesn’t feel complete,
yet it creates a space where thoughts slow down,
resting like a weight in my chest,
as if they belong there.
To notice this stillness in a single moment
that is the silence between two thoughts.
A pause between pain and release,
between holding on
and seeing the beauty within oneself.
I’ve often wondered
why I choose to feel so deeply
instead of letting thoughts slip away.
Imagine a child taught to embrace loneliness,
but never shown its quiet beauty.
And maybe I’m still learning how to sit with that silence, in a quiet room where my thoughts feel less heavy. And perhaps, in that quiet, I was always being heard.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
I stare at the ceiling,
Tears in my eyes,
A whirl of thoughts
Inside my confused mind.
They make me question myself
How much sorrow can I take?
Maybe,
Until time finally forgets my name.
—nyla T.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 2:21 PM UTC
My room knows me,
where I’ve cried all night,
and the owl upon the tree trunk
outside my window
stares at me so intensely
as if I beg my sorrow
to subside gently.
Alas, nobody knows me!
and I let my emptiness
consume me whole
owing to that,
Nobody knows me.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 5:25 PM UTC
I've waited for you,
For a thousand years
for a glimpse of you.
Alas! I've let your silence
swallow me whole.
What a cruel punishment,
To weep to the melody
Of your name
engraved in silence.
—nyla T.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC