I never knew
how to survive
Often I just ran
Sometimes I walked
Even often I stopped
I often tried
Trying to keep the flame in my heart burning
I didn't want it to go out
I was even afraid if that happened Everything would really stop
Meanwhile the world I know now is not what I imagined
I tried to create my own world
But it turns out
I was truly alone in building it
I'm still fighting
I'm still holding on
For my life
I pour it all out in poetry
I hope
I can heal and then be happy
I don't want to be something sad
My biggest mistake is that I'm here Writing poetry and then running
I was still writing until the last second I couldn't find myself anymore in every writing and word
It's not about how many people can reach me,
or that I can't understand their feelings It's about me,
who fell many times,
then got up alone,
healed,
then got hurt again.
Have I learned?
And the rain stopped now.
But the flower never bloomed again.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 8:31 AM UTC
"After all the love I've given you, why do you still ask if I love you?" "There's always an answer and a certainty that go hand in hand," she said.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
She stole my poem,
and so did my heart.
She stole my love
and made days full of open wounds.
She came back,
complaining that she couldn't spell
the words I had written to her in my poem, "how this love is so silent?"
Dec 26, 2023
Dec 26, 2023 at 4:47 AM UTC
If you want to stop,
stop right now,
because the LOVE will continue
no matter how far the JOURNEY.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 9:09 PM UTC
She's gone
another two years
with the memory
when I wrote this poem.
She's gone
and I still haven't found
a replacement,
even though I have written
many poems in her memory.
She's gone,
and that was the truth.
But poetry still has to be written,
and memories still have to be kept.
Now there's only one
story left.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 9:04 PM UTC
Please say my name
and you will remember me again.
I don't want you
to be far from me
like children who are starting
to grow up and forget
their little memories
of running away
from the falling rain
like adults.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 8:56 PM UTC
Will you remain silent
when you see the many children
who died as a result of the genocide bomb explosions that occurred in Palestine?
Are we just spectators
and consuming this heartbreaking news?
Can we imagine this happening to our family,
our relatives,
those closest to us,
even our country
and our homeland?
Do we really care about humanity?
Do we think that we are nothing
so we cannot change everything,
including eliminating the oppression
that is happening there?
Do we really think like that?
Is that a decent life for all humans?
Don't they also have freedom?
Are we all this?
Please vote, free Palestine!
Free Palestine as we bias ourselves
for a better life,
for a more peaceful life,
for humanity
And for world peace.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 5:08 AM UTC
I will stand up to support Palestine
Until whenever
Wherever I am
As long as colonialism still exists
I will fight for their freedom
Palestine must be independent
Palestine must be free
Eliminate all forms of colonialism
We all have the right to freedom
In our homeland
For peace
For humanity
For life
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 4:47 AM UTC
I don't know if you are in love with me or not
Can the wind blow my feelings to your heart
and you will be loved?
I only know one thing,
and it is enough for me,
but, I don't know if it is enough for you
Because there are many ways to seek a true love
But I am not smart enough to learn what I feel
So, if it is true, you may notice nothing
Because I love you in silence
That sounds like a loser
So do I
Here I am,
and where is yours?
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 1:55 PM UTC
I'm back to writing poetry again,
but not with the same feeling I had
when I first started writing poetry.
I used to start writing poetry on a blank sheet of paper, and a pen, and sometimes in a lecture notebook, maybe often before going to sleep, also on my smartphone notes.
Now, I'm back to writing poetry again,
but the feeling isn't like before,
for some reason now I seem to have lost interest, different from how I used to be.
I used to write poetry,
sometimes about my days full of emotion, oh no, more precisely about the loss of a lover, yes, I once had a lover, but not now.
I used to write poetry about loss, and everything related to it, maybe it's the rain that keeps falling, or the sunsets, or the lonely and lonely nights.
I used to write poetry about the past, which maybe now I shouldn't care anymore, actually I wanted to write all of that, but I no longer have the feeling.
I used to write poetry, and now I have forgotten many of the words, even the methods, please teach me to write poetry again.
Mar 16, 2023
Mar 16, 2023 at 8:11 PM UTC