Laugh a lot,
expression is key.
Whine
frown
and scream,
that's how you're meant to be.
Candid,
blurt things out,
snort often and a bittersweet smile.
Impress your crowd,
bring them into your favour.
They'll idolise you,
use you in every example.
Praise you,
compliment you,
on how splendid a girl you are.
Yet those words will never reassure you,
only haunt you with those expectations.
Whether you fail or not,
is up to you.
Yet you question,
am I really as great as they say?
Only to be left in the crowd,
smiling,
while they tell you what to be.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:42 AM UTC
I used to have a friend who was fearless on the stage.
Pouring her heart out,
To the crowd,
As she played the bass.
Her guitarist, the lovebird and joker,
As lively as bubblegum.
And the drummer, an eccentric guy,
Who dreams of soundwaves at night.
I used to have a friend,
Who's a singer and director.
A sweet guy,
Who saw when things weren't right.
Sometimes following his heart,
And fought when things were in spite.
I used to have a friend,
Who owns her own cafe.
A small cosy building,
With scents of warm baked goods wafting through the window.
A fierce independent businesswoman,
With a senstive, loving heart.
I used to have a friend,
Somewhat a goofball at heart,
Yet serious in the multitude of passions he had.
A sportsman,
Debater,
Designer and whatnot
Who went out in the world knowing what he wants.
I used to have a friend,
A sweet little artist.
Cheeky and understanding,
Who I'd share my thoughts and worries to.
These friends one day,
Would make it in life.
Married,
Dream jobs,
Popular,
Etc.
And me,
The writer.
Making up stories in her head,
Bits of poetry floating around.
Taking a piece of her soul into paper,
Her past memories and traumas,
Trying to understand herself better.
But these friends...
One day,
No longer close-knit.
Cause nothing lasts forever,
A sad truth I must admit...
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 8:50 AM UTC
Most days,
I see myself in third person.
In mirrors and pictures,
The reflections and videos.
Or through someone else's point of view.
Those images trapped in time?
With that wide grin on her face?
And head tilted back in a laugh,
Doesn't seem to be me.
Not the me at home who is always annoyed.
Not the me who is usually quiet.
Not the me that sits and stares at the ceiling.
Not the me I stare into the mirror.
It's as if we were two different people.
A loud, charming one.
Odd and random.
And the quiet, bored one.
Waiting for something to happen.
And other people's views
I see it too.
Smart one,
Fast one,
Author,
Poet,
Actor,
Dramatic,
Leader
Atheltic,
The girl of his dreams who's breaking away,
Towards her 'beloved' standing on the bay
Those thoughts twist themselves
With one another.
Forming something...
A mold of sorts
Moulding the perspective of who I am.
Countless times, she'd stare at me.
Wondering if this was really her body,
Her thoughts,
Her friends.
Is all of this really real?
You don't seem to be.
Why can't we pause time and stay together in this moment?
Forever.
With me laughing at your jokes,
And you being...
Well you.
But I have two shadows,
And I don't know which one is true
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 6:34 PM UTC
I tried to catch a dream,
but it went
up,
up,
away.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
I've told you about the Cheshire Cat before, correct?
How he grins smuggly while I talk to a friend.
His eyes gleaming, scheming, daydreams in his head.
The cat is invested,
For he wants his dreams to come true.
So he made a plan,
For me to be closer to you.
He has an accomplice,
A chatty little parrot.
He shows her his evidence,
On why us two should be together.
Little did he know,
That parrot spilt the tea.
I know his schemes,
I know his dreams.
And I'm sorry to say,
But he’ll never have his way.
For his dream is not shared
By the two lovebirds he tried to pair.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 6:15 AM UTC
From strangers,
Who crossed paths when their parents had work.
To a senior,
Who came and brought something new.
To a fellow peer,
Who I admired their work.
To a close friend,
Who I could laugh and joke around with,
Sharing secrets with each other,
And inside jokes together.
But when a guy and a girl get too close,
The crowd goes wild.
Whispering lies,
Twisting the truth.
Making a whole world of make-believe,
To fit their wild fantasies.
A whole other campus thought we were dating,
A new teacher thought we grew up together,
My friends endlessly teasing me,
Shipping,
Saying we're such a good match.
Even a guy, scheming to get us together.
And me?
I'm so, so sick of it.
I'm sure he is too.
Friends,
Platonic,
Are those words not in your vocabulary?
I know sometimes they're joking,
Yet I'm afarid.
Afraid of how I'll twist my thoughts,
To fit their fantasies.
To make them happy.
To be the people pleaser I was.
Afraid my heart would let that guard down,
And like someone because of influence.
'Artificial', like we joked.
Yet I stay strong every day,
But the walls are slowly breaking.
Too many people think that way,
Too many people whispering words.
I protest,
React,
Laugh endlessly,
Falling off my chair in despair.
While him?
He just becomes stone-faced and cuts them off.
If only it were as easy as that...
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
one wrong move
and the whole act would change.
but dear, it's a matter of improvisation,
that makes one great.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:50 PM UTC
a blank page,
staring and daring,
has become too much of a common sight.
waiting, and begging,
just to be filled in.
pages don't care, if it's perfect or not!
they just want to be happy,
ink coursing through their veins,
giving them a boost of adrenaline,
and feeling special.
unique,
a beautiful work of art.
but woe to the writer (me)
for I'm stuck in a thorny snare,
choking my throat,
blocking a waterfall of words.
but a little girl is there too.
sitting in my mind,
oh, such an invader she is.
whispering you'll never be good enough,
It'll never be 'perfect',
not the best possible version it could be.
paralysing me to even try
and fail
and learn all over again.
left here,
too scared to try,
and mess up,
fill the pages with words,
and actually enjoy what I'm doing.
when in reality,
the page doesn't mind.
that irrational fear is all your doing...
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 7:19 PM UTC
The words caught in my throat,
My eyes sting.
Tears want to fall down, yet i resist.
We all said goodbye,
A goodbye with no more hellos.
For you’re gone,
Really gone,
Leaving an empty spot meant for you.
Everyone tries to stay strong that day,
But no one can stay strong for so long.
Tears run down their faces,
And mine,
Cause it’s real.
He’s gone.
And we have to say goodbye.
It feels like he’s still here,
But somewhere else is all.
But reality hits,
And he’s gone.
Really gone.
And we have to say goodbye.
Some never cried,
And I wonder why.
Do they grieve?
Not feel?
Or don’t want to seem weak?
The children don’t understand,
And I envy them.
Well all said goodbye,
But regret sat in my heart.
Regret.
Regret.
For not knowing you much.
We all said goodbye,
It’s nearly been a month.
And I’m still in denial,
Cause the truth hurts to much.
Thats the nature of things,
Come and go.
Hi and hello,
Bye and goodbye.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC
How are you supposed to work hard the second time
When the first time led to nothing but failure
I am drowning and I am terrified
But I can't find my savior
Regret haunts me
and my hope has turned to dust
I don't know if I can do this anymore
My courage is starting to rust
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC