A fish and a bird may fall in love,
But where shall they live?
One swims below, one soars above
What home can love give?
"I'll build a nest where waves are mild”
the bird said with a hopeful smile.
"I'll find a stream that meets the land"
the fish replied with a fin outstretched hand.
So where the river greets the sky,
They met each day as time passed by.
A love so pure, though worlds apart,
Yet bound by one heart.
For love will find a place to grow,
Between the earth, the sea, and snow.
A fish and a bird may fall in love
And where shall they live?
Only time will decide.
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 3:49 AM UTC
She dreams of a future,
but the path feels unclear,
Like a river that wanders,
afraid to disappear.
With each passing moment,
the world shifts and bends,
She’s caught between love
and what the future intends.
He calls her his future,
His steady embrace,
But she always finds herself left in the dark,
searching his face.
He said she could give him a home,
A place to belong,
But can he offer the same,
when his consistency is gone?
A home needs two,
A shared foundation,
A love that’s true.
In the quiet of her heart at night,
she finds both peace and unrest,
A fire that burns brightly,
yet leaves her second guessing what’s best.
Cold winds blow softly,
as doubt starts to creep,
Will they find warmth together,
or is she drifting too deep?
She’s been a warrior,
A steadfast guide,
Fought battles for him,
Stood by his side.
When he fell,
She lifted,
found paths for him to tread,
While he left her heart; Unread.
He met her family,
Stepped into her life,
For a moment,
She thought they’d survive the strife.
Then he went back to his land,
And silence grew deep,
Promises faded,
and she failed to sleep.
He said they lost a battle,
but not the whole war,
Yet she stands alone,
facing a burning castle,
with everything they’ve built at risk,
turning to ash.
If they’re to survive this,
He needs to put up a fight,
Before everything crumbles,
and fades from sight.
She sacrificed so much,
lost pieces along the way,
Carrying them through,
when he couldn’t find words to say.
She’s given parts of herself,
again and again,
While he stayed silent,
stuck in his pain.
She’s standing,
unsure where to go,
Feeling the cracks of a love gone cold.
She, from a land where love is loud,
Where hearts are open, and joy is unbowed.
They speak with passion, with all their might,
They stand together, facing the fight.
He, from a land that’s quiet, reserved,
Where emotions are muted,
and love is observed.
Here they stand,
Lost in the fray,
Their future uncertain,
Their hearts led astray.
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 3:38 PM UTC
Roots once deeply set,
Now feel distant and unmet.
Home feels foreign, out of place,
Restless in this empty space.
Family’s far in a city new,
Where finding change feels hard to do.
Caught in routine that won’t decay
Desiring a new doorway.
The future is out of control,
Tied to shifting goals and roles.
Waiting for a chance or sign,
To reshape this life of mine.
Restless nights and tangled thoughts,
Seeking clarity, but feeling lost.
Caught between the now and what might be,
In a place that doesn’t fit me.
The road ahead is full of bends,
Yet I hold on as it twists and wends.
Searching for a fit that’s clear and right,
In a life that’s still in mid-flight.
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 12:38 AM UTC
Something broke inside the day I found
The impossible truth that left me bound.
Not words but actions I craved to see,
In my quest for love, so endlessly.
"In-love" left me puzzled, torn apart,
Yet part of me wanted to give my heart.
To love deeply, fully, without refrain,
Yet whispers warned it might bring pain.
Why, when love's unmet, do we give more,
Teaching there's no need to even the score?
Why let ourselves erode, bit by bit,
Asking if they love us, waiting for it?
Instead, ask if your love remains true,
Do they bring joy, or is it through?
Are you better alone, finding your way,
Than with someone who can't understand the play?
Perhaps, after all, in different tongues we speak,
Our love languages after all do not meet.
Aug 2, 2024
Aug 2, 2024 at 12:11 AM UTC
As human beings we pursue happiness when it’s only ephemeral. Abiding to unrelenting woe to attain brief junctures of contentment is mundane and nowhere near rational.
However we wouldn’t know how to enjoy sunlight without nighttime; paradoxical complements.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 1:22 PM UTC
𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒
𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ
𝗡𝗼𝘄
I like killing myself
framing insomnia
whereas it’s me who detests sleep
in my dreams
I grasp a glimpse of bliss
fantasizing what I can’t have
confined in a theoretical domain
I like the susceptibility of
being shredded by
other people's opinions
yearning for honesty
even when I know
it's not what I want to hear
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me you liked my natural hair
before I dyed it
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me I’m too naive
tell me I’m too young
tell me I’m too volatile
𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
tell me I shouldn’t speak my mind
tell me I don’t fit your beauty standards
I want the truth;
not a sugar coating
Truth will set us free
Truth will enable our true selves
Truth will take us a long way
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:54 PM UTC
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴.
Why
You are subconsciously afraid of the change that will come from going from reaching out for what you genuinely want. You relate freedom to happiness, which is something good. It doesn’t matter whether the change will be good or bad, your ego is afraid to change.
Why
Your ego likes the status quo. Right now you’re alive and well and your ego wants to keep it that way. I believe evolution has given us an “ego” precisely for that reason, self preservation. It had a quite logical purpose back when humans were hunters and stuff. They had to be afraid of everything that was foreign in order to stay alive. Not anymore.
𝘐𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘚𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?
𝗕𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗻. 𝗪𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁. 𝗦𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:40 PM UTC
“I do not feel superior because I'm vegan. The truth is I am vegan because I do not feel superior to others.”
—Michele McCowan.
It’s more accurately a principle that we shouldn’t subject anyone to our wants and/or needs.
The bottom line isn’t whether we believe ourselves to be better people. The question is not what we are, but what we think, and what we do as a result of what we think. The issue is about ideas and behaviors, not people.
Those of us who reject cannibalism do not think we are "better" than cannibals, do we? We only believe that there are ways of acting that are better than others according to ethics.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
I enjoy finding well-structured and coherent worldviews and ideas that collapse my prejudices, ideas, and my vision of the world; it’s uncomfortable at first but the catharsis achieved by being able to synthesize opposing ideas and find common ground where to build new ideas it’s one of the greatest mental pleasures I have felt.
It’s like feeling that after endless hours of trying to mix water and oil, the solution finally becomes crystalline and gleaming in veracity; to immerse myself in it and then go out to see reality with new eyes.
The main cognitive bias of all people is to discard information that contradicts their prejudices, ideologies, and conceptions of reality because of the cognitive discomfort this new information enables.
We take scientific objectivity as a base, and we accept the linguistic subjectivity and its intrinsic intuitive value; it is actually much easier to achieve a rational consensus in decision making.
That’s why we must be very vigilant and look out for rigid ideologies that don’t accept an intellectual confrontation, since they don’t have the capacity to adapt to a reality like ours that’s in a constant state of transformation.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
A response is what he needed
To rest serenely
Strong-minded as if
He called her constantly,
Texted ceaselessly
Formulated a poem
To portray what he discerned
Desiring to identify her
"Tell me your name so I can
thank you how you deserve."
Her sight wandered all over her dorm
Was she really thinking of
Unveiling her storm?
Her lips arched straight-up
"There's nothing to lose"
Is what she naively thought
Her name now appearing on screen
Along with her heart, mind and peace
She knew it was the end
To a never being fairy dream
"A friend would of been great back then"
Who said there's nothing
We can do nowadays
Now her secret is out
Million questions pending
He knows her name now
The shield is now below her vow
He seemed thrilled at first
He's no longer captivated
He didn't like what it displayed
"Thank you for the poem"
That's all he said
No more texts were sent
He used to reply without saying mer
Now he's no longer immediate
Nodding he lowered his sight
Deciding not to move forward
But to leave all this situation burried
Along with her light
He ached to find someone who cared
She was available at all hours of the day
What made him so blind
What prevented him to realize
She was someone to confide
She didn't shed a single tear
She knew there were risks
Not a propitious ending
But at least she now knows
He wasn't worth it
Outlasting her thoughts
She pursued a goodbye
Their houses not being faraway
She requested a meeting to amalgamate
Unbiased to encounter his neighbor
He elected to party out
She waited for him all night
Counted every single star
Drank her pain aside
Until her stinging expired
She can now move on
She is now determined
She now knows affection isn't eternal
Closing her eyes she guaranteed
Never letting her feelings
Slip off her finger tips
She's not allowing anybody into
Her now coldhearted spirit
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC