The one I was told requires patience and steadiness
I chose to walk it
But every step turns into something forceful,
uncontrolled
A bumpy path, I suppose
I stumble, I tremble,
but falling never an option
It's always in motion,
but never in rhythm,
never in a straight line
I find myself zigzagging,
juggled,
pulled back and forth
A rollercoaster, I'd say
Then comes a moment of calm,
and you think you've arrived,
that you've made it,
if only for a moment
But it's only a pause,
a period at the end of the sentence,
hoping you understood the meaning
The L you took,
was it a lesson,
a loss,
or life itself?
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 6:44 PM UTC
I let you in
like rain into dry earth
no questions, no shelter,
just open,
just yours.
You did not knock.
My heart did not ask.
We simply happened,
like something written
before I knew how to read it.
Now I am here,
trying to unlearn you
deleting your name
like it ever obeyed logic,
erasing your face
like memory is a chalkboard
and not a scar.
But you
you return in dreams,
uninvited and familiar,
standing in places
I have never taken you,
smiling like nothing broke.
And I
I betray myself there,
I smile back.
I tell myself
I want to forget you,
I rehearse anger
like a script I cannot memorize,
search for reasons to hate you
as if love is something
that can be argued out of existence.
But every time,
I lose.
Because in the quiet,
when no one is watching,
I whisper it
soft, ashamed, still true:
I love you.
And it hits me again,
sharp and sudden,
like my heart remembering
what my mind begged it to forget.
I grow weak there.
I close my eyes,
not to sleep
but to find you.
I want to let you go
the way I let you in
without fear,
without resistance,
without breaking myself
in the process.
But leaving you
is not a door.
It is a slow undoing,
a gentle tearing,
a quiet war
between what I know
and what I feel.
And still…
I am learning,
that maybe letting go
is not one moment
but a thousand small surrenders
until one day
your name
does not echo
the same.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 6:31 PM UTC
It is beautiful when it is like water in a stream
Flowing smooth with no signs of infiltration
Calm and clear, where every action reflects the words
It grows deep like an ocean
Sometimes you sink,
and it feels like you're drowning -
like it's the end of it
But the deeper you go, the more life reveals itself.
You learn to ride the currents,
to guide the waves,
That's when you know - this love
is yours onshore and offshore.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 6:40 PM UTC
My world was known as a bustling city,
But it was all fiction.
Now we’re here—the present.
It should be gifting. Instead,
It’s stealing all the last pieces of the fantasy.
Lonely I’ve been,
My world dry and dusty.
Dirt always catches you—
It screams ghost town; that’s what it is.
It’s lonely, I can't lie.
Losing the one that made your world lively,
That made your world bright!
He was many in one
But the one doesn't exist —unless it's self
Not a loss —just the truth unveiling itself.
Another sellout dream, because all came with an agenda.
"Better me"—an invitation for the worst.
I see my circle turning to a point—
No circumference, no area.
Just me, with no room to accommodate anyone.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Almost everything so empty
Funny that it ain't loud
One is full
Full of nothing
Quiet that mind can't articulate no words
and heart can't set straight it's feelings
It's only tears saying no words nor showing feelings
It feels like the end of everything
You might think it's the end of everything
Self not cooperating
Mind zoned out
Heart tired to feel anything
All three took me to a place of provocation.
Wait!That was not the plan
It was was supposed to be a place of appeasement
The quietness brings loneliness
It's not like am scared to be alone...
It ain't like that
Maybe...it is
I don't think this place is for me
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
In her pretty brown eyes
You could see it
Even with that dainty smile
Her happiness
Vanished
She saw
The disgust
As she looked in the mirror
The hatred
Took over
Her self-love
The pain
Changed
Her mindset
Now
She had sleepless nights full of hopes and dreams
Where
Her tear stained cheeks hit the pillow
She was troubled
Her only wish
Was
Becoming an aura that made people think of the color yellow
She remembers when
If anyone asked
She would’ve said
“I’m used to it.”
Now read from bottom to top.
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 3:45 PM UTC
You threw me to the snakes
leaving me to fend for myself,
discarding me like an object that
you had grown bored of.
And,
when i crawled out from the pit
more powerful than before,
venom coursing through my veins ,
I became the monster.
I became the one to be feared.
How easy it is to forget that monsters are not born
but made
and my dear,
you are responsible for every inch of the creature I have become.
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 7:05 AM UTC
Many say, "It is just words and rhymes"
Words that don't speak
Words with no meaning
Truth is, the words do speak
but only with your inner-self
That's the reason poetry is healing
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 7:33 PM UTC
Words I wish to hear,
from the ones I love and
the ones I value
I realized I'll never get to hear them
because "I am sorry" is not for the weak
"I am sorry" is heavy
It comes with responsibility and accountability
And... Many fear that
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 6:47 PM UTC