whatever i've done
i did it for love
i did it for fun
couldn't get enough
i did it for fame
but never for money~
whatever i've done
didn't mean to run
but now they're all dead
and i'm covered in red
gun and knife in my hand
no demons to confront me~
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:11 AM UTC
some
times
i like
to
let
the
candles
melt
till
the
wax
burns
my
fingers.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 3:50 PM UTC
moonlight is a poem
wisps of forgotten things
words, broken and beautiful
shadows still lingering
starlight is a poem
softer than the moon
it offers comfort to lovers
and banishes the gloom
sunlight is a poem
the brightest one yet
it's loud and proud and bold
but still warmth it offers them
rain is a poem
the pitter patter against panes
a warm drink in hand, a cosy blanket
such is the power of rain
scars are a poem
a map of what once was
a story of forgotten pain
or forgiven, no one knows
and you, my dear, are a poem
the most beautiful one yet
your words are still being written
but the ink has started to set
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
Entre le bruit et l'silence, entre la vie et la mort, entre l'espoir et la désillusion
Entre la tempête et le calme, entre la paix et la guerre, entre le vide et ce temps où jadis nous riions
Entre la joie et la tristesse, entre le rire et les larmes, entre le bateau qui chavire et l'oiseau qui vole sous les rayons de soleil
Le temps mange la vie, le temps mange la mort, le temps mange la guerre et le mauvais sort
Mais il n'y a plus de temps, plus le temps de courir, just le temps de s'asseoir et de contempler ses remords.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
the early hours between day and night
where time is in suspension
and stars shine bright
where sun and moon dance
on a slow swinging waltz
and everything feels just right
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 11:57 AM UTC
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Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
didn't know i could yearn like this
but now all i want is just one kiss
from you
i want to kiss your lips
and stroke your hair
and i promise that i'd
always be there
and cigarettes will
never be as sweet as a kiss
or like how i imagine the taste
of your lips
but angel, don't let me away from you
cause maybe i'm in falling in love
but i'm falling for you
and i know you'll never reciprocate
but baby give me just one more day
of dreaming that you fell for me too
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 7:31 PM UTC
"les poings sont faits pour s’ouvrir,
les doigts sont faits pour s’envoler."
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
i am suffering of writer's block
i cannot write a word
and yet here is a poem of my creation,
quite absurd
this poem could go on and on
and no one would know why
so who am i to say "i can't write"
if i don't even try?
so before you whine "i can't do it"
"i don't know what to say"
why don't you stop a minute
and think around for a day
or maybe not even,
a couple minutes should suffice
to write poems in threes and fours,
not only twice or thrice
and if you don't want to write a poem
then write it about about that!
express rebellion against thought
or maybe speak of iron wrought
or whatever speaks to you inside
poetry lets people see your side!
so in conclusion to these clever rhythms
that maybe you enjoyed, or maybe you despised
i would like to say just one more thing
writer's block, what a stupid thing!
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 6:29 AM UTC