No one could ever understand how the sky unfolds in hues only my eyes can truly hold.
Unseen and unfelt by others yet profoundly real.
Just like this, when someone calls you beautiful, believe it.
For truest things are often invisible to all except from a heart that knows how to see
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
A retrospect of good old times,
Some things we ponder before the hit of dawn.
But i never thought i'd go this far behind
where the younger self had come to sight,
I watched her dream of what life would be ahead of her present,
Exuberance of freedom she wondered,
which made me laugh at her foolishness
of how much she wanted to go back now.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:55 AM UTC
Years passed,
walls have been rebuilt.
Yet out of the blue,
of restless days and sleepless nights,
what once had stood strong are now crumbling again.
Although this time, i shall not fold to these desires of confinement
for I am now willing to climb
and face what's beyond these walls.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:53 AM UTC
I've seen a young woman roistered
with too much skin,
She must calm herself down.
Swaying through the pleasure of her own body
How offensive the sight was for me
I watched her with contempt as she
emerge through the vapor that stains her lungs
And drink until she become unaware of losing control of her body.
I see how lucky I am, to not be born like the woman,
who's unable to do so amusing things
without having something to risk,
without eyes poking through their whole being.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:52 AM UTC
It would be unfair for my younger self
to sit beside me
and hear her frantically about the days to come,
of what's ahead of her with those scintillating eyes out of excitement
and to have a life in her own hands.
So it pains me of how shameful it is
to be beside her,
to listen calmly with a phony smile
when all I had at this time,
are broken pieces of her.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
We remain quiet
We remain in peace
We remain in love
and give no time to people who judge what they do not know.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
Its not the kind of love i was asking for,
but its the kind of love that's right for me.
its also not the kind that gives me butterflies,
but the kind of love that feels at peace.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
I couldn't remember the last time i held a pen.
As quick as a shooting star, I could write about the world
swiftly, i can rove my fingers along with imaginative mind
yet in endless strikes of the sharpest words,
I had lost the trajectory that once burned bright
A l'aide, à l'aide. Je suis en train de le perdre
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
My father couldn't light up my days as bright as the sun,
but he was the moon in my darkest times.
He was never much of a sweet talker,
but made sure all the striking words would never make the slightest cut on his own carved daughter's heart.
But one thing I'm sure of,
He was the symphony of my mother's melodious life,
the anchor in her unyielding waves,
and the gravity that holds her altogether.
As a piece of my mother,
I would never let a man offer a bronze,
when my father showed me what its like to own a gold
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
I had lived as if i were a scattered atom
I have structure,
a function,
a life
yet i cannot be seen.
But for an instance,
your valence had attracted each fragments of me,
You saw me, I saw me.
This they can never understand.
As complex as science,
as anomalous as the universe
When I'm with you, I exist.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC