The closeness you and I hold,
Mirrored in the stillness of water,
In silence, we heard
Ripples from the weight of the matter.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:45 AM UTC
Maybe it's not a coincidence,
that 'Peace' and 'Piece' sound the same.
Maybe it's not what one assumes it is,
rather it lies in hearing the name.
Each hears what they choose to make of it,
a puzzling game of crash or care.
The Piece so often wins this game,
and the Peace is left to bear.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Maybe it's not a coincidence,
that 'Peace' and 'Piece' sound the same.
Maybe it's not what one assumes it is,
rather it lies in hearing the name.
Each hears what they choose to make of it,
a puzzling game of crash or care.
The Piece so often wins this game,
and the Peace is left to bear.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
Maybe I am a black, coated with white,
And my grey is showing beneath.
Maybe I am a glass jar, shattered and mended,
My cracks are making me weak.
Maybe I am a ball of dust and glue,
pretending to be a stone.
Perhaps I am not as strong as I think,
And I'm afraid to be alone.
Maybe I am just pushing myself,
trying to make it work.
But...One day, all of this will come true
Then, finally, will it be worth it!
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 2:18 AM UTC
Autumn floats through air—
The sun grows milder with days,
The wind brings a chill.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 7:28 AM UTC
Her love was like a foreign language—
I couldn't understand her,
Yet mesmerized by every sound.
I always wanted to engage,
But I couldn't utter—
a single word I had found.
Her dialect was the ocean,
far away on the horizon;
I was water, trapped in a lake.
I longed for her with devotion
a dream that kept revising—
But she was free from such ache.
I was 'rules and orders'—
She was a beautiful chaos
No one could help.
She was beautiful beyond borders,
I was limited to the circle,
I had drawn for myself.
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
Why does the heart feel empty?
There's so much love to give,
But none to take.
It's empty yet so heavy.
How can it be so lifeless,
And still ache?
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
Into the wilderness—
With no trace of humanity.
Lies a world so peaceful,
Totally unaware of reality.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
The river still flows—
I always want to know more
After and before.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 1:40 AM UTC
Where people are treated accordingly,
to the weight of their Wealth.
Where the presence of a person is
only cherished after their Death.
How can you expect me to be social,
If society is not good for my health?
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 1:56 AM UTC