Goodnight world. Hello stars,
hello cool breeze on my skin,
hello city lights,
hello empty roads, i hope you have a good rest -
hello people who’ve just started your night, getting ready to dance till the sunrise.
On this balcony I am an oxymoron.
A very pleased one, because of the spectacular sights before me that make me feel small
small, in a good way
A the-world-is-so-big-and-there’s-so-much-waiting-to-be-discovered-and-experienced-and-loved!! kind of small.
On this balcony I am a child again.
People are ants, the river’s a puddle, the skyscrapers are just within reach!
Anything is possible, no feat is too great, no achievement too unachievable, no goal too unrealistic for me
On this balcony I am superhuman.
Sounds of freedom tickle my ears in the form of the unadulterated laughter of cyclists, breezing down the highway, arms extended, inches away from the sky
Construction workers gather in groups after a long day, taking shelter under the clouds of smoke billowing from their lips
Two lovers embrace by the river, and suddenly even I’m but a part of their world
On this balcony I am a keeper of secrets, an observer of precious, intimate moments.
The comforting blackness surrounds, but is kind enough not to swallow me
My thoughts graciously keep me company, a silent symphony playing in the background as I reflect on everything. On life.
I am thankful to be
on this balcony
On this balcony everything is what I want it to be
On this balcony I am safe
On this balcony I am alone, but far from lonely
On this balcony I am soaring across galaxies and sailing through the stars
On this balcony I am the purest form of myself
On this balcony I am content
On this balcony I can just, be.
Oct 3, 2022
Oct 3, 2022 at 11:17 PM UTC
What is this aching feeling in my heart - no,
not aching, I refuse to acknowledge that he has
an effect on me
He
What a simple, 2 letter word
How nice
it is to see him reduced to that for
he really is
nothing more than that right?
To me?
I don’t even like him
He’s not my type
Then why do I let him occupy my mind?
Why do I wait for him to light up
my blank screen?
Why do I write a poem after seeing him
with another girl?
Let go.
I care about this more than I should.
I want him just because he’s wanted.
I put in effort when he only deserves my
minimum.
I know my worth. Do
I?
Are these signs? Have they been here
all along?
Becoming a ghost is easy
But suddenly it isn’t
What
Why
do I hold out hope ?
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 3:11 AM UTC
our love was written in the stars
twinkling like a diamond
a promise that was never too far
but our love was written
in pencil
just a rub, a swipe
and all would turn to dust
our love was temporary
fragile
and faint
i guess we knew what would happen
mistakes were inevitable
and pencil
was meant to be erased
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
sticks and stones
may
break your bones
but words
will
rip you apart
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
i love it when you smile
it brightens up my day
i love it when you talk
i wish i could put your voice on replay
i love it when you tickle me
my entire being delighted by your touch
i love it when you're funny
no one else can make me laugh so much
i love it when you make me feel secure
at times when i think i won't survive
i love it when you breathe
cos that's whats keeping me alive.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
she was crying every night
but her tears had a twist-
they weren't coming from her eyes
they were coming from her wrists
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
i was up all night thinking about him.
but he was up all night thinking about her.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
The sky is blue today
But sometimes it’s pink
Sometimes it’s green
Sometimes it’s a colour that I’ve never seen
The sky is calming
It draws you in
Till your eyes roll over
Like the clouds in the wind
The sky is feeling
When you think you’ve stopped breathing
It gives life
Hope
Every so often,
The sky turns dark
And it starts to cry
You feel sad again
Your head filled with ‘why’s’
Your mind feels like a raging storm
Lightning striking you on and on
The sky is now bitter and cruel
It’s everywhere
It’s all over you
Consuming you
Don’t fret though,
Because the sky changes
It will brighten your life
And colour your days
And it can make you feel miserable
In millions of ways
The sky is intimidating
And yet so gentle
Sometimes,
Even the sky is fine
But I’m not
I feel like I’m stuck
In my own thunderstorm
Like the rainclouds stick to me
Wherever I go
Those times where I just
Don’t know
When I just wish I could give up
And for everything to be done
My head swarming with dark thoughts;
Pointing at my head with a gun
I think, this is it
The end has begun;
But then I look at the sky
And it is so beautiful.
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Why do you choose
To starve yourself
When you have all that you can eat?
It’s the only way for me to
Change my appearance
And be accepted into
Society.
Why do you care
About society
Why is it so important
To fit in?
Because now,
Appearance is all that matters
You’re judged by whether
You’re fat or thin
Or the way you dress
Or by the acne on your skin.
Why do you believe all those
Mean comments
And hateful remarks
About your weight?
Because they’re true,
Of course
Even I can tell
The mirror shows it all!
And the number on the weighing scale
A different story it does not tell.
Why do you want to ‘change’
So badly
When you are beautiful
Just the way you are?
Because no one cares what’s
On the inside
You’re only worth whatever
they can see
and they see my flaws
they see all my weakness
how can I hide when
I’m the biggest?
They don’t notice
My light that shines inside
Behind their sunglasses
That shade their eyes
With their selective sight
They scrutinise me
Down to my
Smallest imperfections
My imperfections are the reason
they throw so much hate at me
I am the ugly duckling
In a bevy of swans
So all I can do
Is try to change
And pray for my
Fairy godmother to finally come
To end all my sadness
And pain
Why don’t you
Appreciate yourself
For who you are?
Because i hate myself
For my disgusting looks
My flabby arms
My muffin top
My thunder thighs
From head to toe
Is ugliness
My ugliness
The ugliness
I was cursed with
My ugliness will never leave me
They said
I will always be fat and hated
I was the one born like this
It's all my fault
Why do you choose to think so negatively?
You are imperfect, yes
But that makes you special
It makes you beautiful
So please don’t hate yourself so
Don’t listen to the haters
I know it’s hard
But you are strong
If you have lasted this long
You will hold on
Accept yourself
For who you are
Because I promise you,
You are not ugly.
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC