We wear our egos like armor,
A shield against the truth we might break.
Whispers of “stay safe”, “stay out of sight”,
“Don’t feel — but if you do, don’t feel too much.”
We live for very little. Intensity is scary.
We forget we have a heart that needs to feel alive.
We reach, but pull back.
For every human thing we try to do, we are afraid.
We are attached to pieces of our past that broke us,
And being vulnerable feels like a sin.
We disclose so little to the people we meet,
Not wanting to be judged.
We build versions of ourselves for strangers to meet.
Only if you’re lucky do you meet the real us
Soft, simple, unlike the complicated mask we carry.
We bury it so deep, so careful,
We forget we’re human too, messy.
To be alive is not to keep, but to lose a piece of ourselves,
And trust the other person won’t use it against us.
And in that moment, something in our minds remembers
What it means to be heard, to feel, to be seen for who we are, not who we’re supposed to be.
Even when ego screams hold
The heart screams stay
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
“How is it easy for you to be kind?”
I sigh. Smile with relief, then answer:
“I’ve known chaos growing up.”
For someone who’s been lied to,
you’d think poetry has to rhyme to be good.
Not all. Not the ordinary wounds.
Bullied for my hair color
by mates, grown men and women.
Brutal when mentors use you as the example so the other kids can laugh.
And yet, somehow, I’m still kind.
I’ve had a teacher pull me by the nose,
shove me down for a misspelled word, words I say freely now, calm, unlike then. Me, a crowd, chalk, and my enemy was the board.
How is it so easy to be kind?
I’ve watched death knock more than once.
Nearly crushed by a speeding car, running to my brother
I’d be a memory for the wind,
quiet in the darkness if the driver had no light in him.
So I kneel and say grace.
I’ve only known chaos.
I know what unkind does to your inner child.
So when they ask how it’s so easy to be kind,
I hope hope gets to answer
Because someone once, wasn't.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
Look at you, comforting others with words you wish to hear.
We give freely, expecting nothing.
I’ll pour into your heart, the only way I know how
eyes filled with adoration like the precious piece of art they are
I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you
I don’t mean potential or the idea of you, but freely accepted even when you’re flawed
I see your doubt, fears, hear your cries and laugh
I study your tone of voice so effortlessly like it’s a chord stuck to the mind
a student who likes to learn.
I’ll trace the route to your soul.
Hope you find calm beneath the storm,
In a world full of chaos, a place to call home
Two eyes and a nose, an equally flawed human.
One you get to call safe.
But for it to be safe, you need to be willing to receive, fully accept it like you deserve softness.
Genuine, not perfect
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:01 PM UTC
Silence is an apartment full of room
but empty without a vase.
It’s 2am echoing back.
Not good. Not bad. Just quiet.
It’s for a mind that lingers too long,
waiting for the heart to catch up.
Silence is a story with no ending,
only a quiet what if.
It’s the space between disbelief and hope.
Laughter and anger.
A smile that marks your cheeks
while tears fill your eyes.
It’s the thirst for more
because absence spoke first.
Silence is a letter sent to reality,
asking for a say.
It knows when chaos left and peace knocked on your door.
It knows you, sitting back,
staring at the sky,
remembering.
Because silence also knows
the cry of your inner child.
Their innocence.
Their patience.
Their joy.
Still there.
Still yours.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
Silence is an apartment full of room
but empty without a vase.
It’s 2am echoing back.
Not good. Not bad. Just quiet.
It’s for a mind that lingers too long,
waiting for the heart to catch up.
Silence is a story with no ending,
only a quiet what if.
It’s the space between disbelief and hope.
Laughter and anger.
A smile that marks your cheeks
while tears fill your eyes.
It’s the thirst for more
because absence spoke first.
Silence is a letter sent to reality,
asking for a say.
It knows when chaos left and peace knocked on your door.
It knows you, sitting back,
staring at the sky,
remembering.
Because silence also knows
the cry of your inner child.
Their innocence.
Their patience.
Their joy.
Still there.
Still yours.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
Look at you, comforting others with words you wish to hear.
We give freely, expecting nothing.
I’ll pour into your heart, the only way I know how
eyes filled with adoration like the precious piece of art they are
I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you
I don’t mean potential or the idea of you, but freely accepted even when you’re flawed
I see your doubt, fears, hear your cries and laugh
I study your tone of voice so effortlessly like it’s a chord stuck to the mind
a student who likes to learn.
I’ll trace the route to your soul.
Hope you find calm beneath the storm,
In a world full of chaos, a place to call home
Two eyes and a nose, an equally flawed human.
One you get to call safe.
But for it to be safe, you need to be willing to receive, fully accept it like you deserve softness.
Genuine, not perfect
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 12:31 PM UTC
“How is it easy for you to be kind?”
I sigh. Smile with relief, then answer:
“I’ve known chaos growing up.”
For someone who’s been lied to,
you’d think poetry has to rhyme to be good.
Not all. Not the ordinary wounds.
Bullied for my hair color
by mates, grown men and women.
Brutal when mentors use you as the example so the other kids can laugh.
And yet, somehow, I’m still kind.
I’ve had a teacher pull me by the nose,
shove me down for a misspelled word, words I say freely now, calm, unlike then. Me, a crowd, chalk, and my enemy was the board.
How is it so easy to be kind?
I’ve watched death knock more than once.
Nearly crushed by a speeding car, running to my brother
I’d be a memory for the wind,
quiet in the darkness if the driver had no light in him.
So I kneel and say grace.
I’ve only known chaos.
I know what unkind does to your inner child.
So when they ask how it’s so easy to be kind,
I hope hope gets to answer
Because someone once, wasn't.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
He was a shadow, She was his light
A candle of essence
a lily a float
she saw him for who he was
but yet again loved him even more
She was treasure, he was natures silent
It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 7:28 AM UTC
Lonely a phase,
Quiet shells of assumed comfortable silence saddened by thoughts, memories flooding the mind at rest
Questions of, "What if", "If only..."
It's all faded little joy
Now a territory of awkward behavior
If only the heart could speak, you'd tell how lonely everyone is
Amidst quiet tired evenings comes the silence, then again I'm reminded, it's okay to not be okay
If it's not yours, you'll lose it forever, if it is yours, it will come to you
Either way you're not settling for anything less just don't be afraid
You're only human
Impatient Imperfect Impulsive, yearning for tiny kisses, greetings and beautiful smiles of what you'd call home
It's no place, It's she
Art like human a soul
I Love you! Always do Miss you.
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 6:36 PM UTC
He was a shadow and she was his light
That much he knew
That much he still knows
She's not just any girl!
She's thee girl!
She's her own woman
Beautiful, kind sweet & ****
He prays for her everyday
He hopes everyday she's out safe
He's hurt her before
He's sorry for the hurt he brought
He loves her dearly
She showed him real love
A kind he never thought even he was capable of
He holds onto that for forever
She's his girl
He's hers.
Oct 6, 2023
Oct 6, 2023 at 12:21 PM UTC