i started folding pages of books
i never thought i'd pick up
vomiting less words of what's scattered
in my head
this familiar yet
unfamiliar feeling
i am me, but i am not me
it's uncanny.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
was it your twisted time?
or was it just a figment of my mind?
I built my wall so high
it reached above the sky
you built your ego so bright
that I was even blinded in your sight
you made yourself so right,
so it seems.
i break my wall so briskly
never thought that it was all too risky.
i crashed,
I crashed,
I CRASHED.
I did not see the sign
I lost track of time
i-
I, would've thought that you were mine
but that was only a figment of my mind
a figment
of my mind
I did not pick up this pen
for you
only to repress my hand down all the way
and spill all this ink over my bleeding hands
but you,
wouldn't know it anyway
i burnt
behind you all the way.
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 11:24 AM UTC
I let go of my hand today
because no one showed me the way,
I have nothing to pay
because no one asked me to stay.
emotions and pride have clouded my judgment.
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 6:14 AM UTC
would you let me breathe?
listen to all the ***** you say
needed space but there's no way
even I can't quit with a pray
everyone keeps on talking
but there's no one listening
to put the world on my back
instead of my hand
puts so much weight on the words
puts so much weight on the thoughts
everyone's in a rush
with no moment of hush
can we sit down and talk?
can we take a moment to breathe?
can we not run but walk?
can we take a moment to breathe?
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
you,
who acquire a very delicate heart
was hurt too many times
that you don’t feel pain anymore.
you,
who became numb of all things
has finally found everything tedious
and live in absolute indifference.
for you,
the world only holds the color
of black and white,
even with no shade of grey
or everything in between.
it has become a part of who you are,
in solitude, utter numbness, apathetic
empty.
nothing.
Sep 7, 2021
Sep 7, 2021 at 10:32 AM UTC
for if one day,
one day,
we're destined to meet again
let's pretend, that you and I,
vous et moi,
are complete strangers
who stumble upon one another for the very first time.
for the history of us,
the you and I of the old renaissance,
the you and I,
who even made Paris and Helen envious
has ceased to exist.
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
grief,
for a mother has lost her child
grief,
for a sister has lost her brother
grief,
for a friend who has lost his grandfather
grief,
for our azure has cried for us
grief,
for the soil is losing its place for us
grief,
for that's the only thing that we can do now
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 9:09 AM UTC
bruno major said,
"what if the world is a hopeless place
and we're scared to admit
that we're alone"
we've known the world is a beautiful place
but we're on our own
definitely on our own.
Mar 31, 2021
Mar 31, 2021 at 7:38 AM UTC
breakfast has always been nice and pleasant
the evening has always been filled
with some strolling in the garden and delightful tea time
the night has always been filled with passion and late-night reading
all is well
all is good
all is warm.
so,
where did we go wrong?
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 7:20 AM UTC
this void,
is eating you alive
yet you kept on feeding it, knowing how much it kills you
maybe,
you wanted to disappear too.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 7:27 AM UTC
