There is a quiet
that lives between moments
not the pause of silence,
but the soft inhale
where the world loosens its grip
and lets us feel.
We spend so long
chasing echoes of ourselves
in tomorrow’s promises
and yesterday’s shadows,
forgetting that now
It is the only place
our footsteps truly fall.
Growth is not a thunderclap
It’s the gentle ache
of outgrowing old skins,
the courage of becoming
without knowing
What will be.
And in that uncertain light,
We find a strange comfort:
the sky still opens,
The day still begins,
and somewhere within us
the will to try again
keeps rising like dawn. 🌤
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 10:27 PM UTC
In the quiet green of a sunlit vine,
Where dewdrops rest and shadows twine,
Lies a melon round, with a heavy sigh,
In fields where days drift idly by.
Soft and sweet, its flesh inside,
A tender heart it tries to hide,
Yet weighed with seeds of fleeting cheer,
Its sweetness tinged with hints of fear.
It’s summer’s child with autumn’s gaze,
Golden light in shorter days,
Both ripe and raw, it knows too well
The taste of joy on the edge of farewell.
And as the fields turn bare and cold,
The melon dreams of days of old,
Of laughter, warmth, and skies so high—
A sweetness meant to say goodbye.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC
We climb through days of broken stone,
hands raw from clutching all we own;
a weight unseen, a silent yoke,
and words that leave us choked and soaked.
Against the odds, we stand and fight,
in shadows thick as endless night,
our dreams like embers flickering low,
yet stoked by fires we barely know.
We wear our scars like secret steel,
a testament to wounds that heal;
for every fall, for every scar,
a piece of who we truly are.
In tangled paths, through storms that sing,
we feel the ache, the sharpened sting,
but somewhere in the howl and blur,
we find the strength to rise, endure.
So here we stand, though battered, worn,
from battles lost, from places torn—
a human heart, relentless, fierce,
with light enough to break and pierce.
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 11:37 PM UTC
Tick tock...tick tock...
Life is counting down on your internal clock.
Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.
People you once knew
walk by without a clue.
The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.
Years fly...friends die...
and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.
Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine.
Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.
How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.
But back to reality...back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.
Tick tock...tick tock...
How I wish I could control this clock.
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 2:02 AM UTC
I just need time to think things through in my head,
I've dreamt about times where i have been on my death-bed.
a wise man once said,
Be careful where you tread.
Be careful you don't trigger the wild PTSD that left you for dead.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
So deadly its guilty of first degree ******
Its crazy to think you remember your kills, In order.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Have you ever felt like you are trapped?
In a world that is not your own?
Well... What if i told you i know the feeling.
I was Captive to the United States of America for 6 years,
forced away from everything just to face my fears.
To fight and "serve" my country.
when as a matter of fact i was protecting one thing,
The reputation of my country.
I wasn't serving i was hurting,
and while i was brainwashed into hurting innocent people
i couldn't even take my rifle off of lethal.
I was stuck.
Captive.
I wasn't free.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
Where are you going?
What will you do?
You are stuck,
Left with a disease that will take over
Your luck is running out
It's like finding a four leaf clover
And in a split second…
It could all be over.
Your life, your dreams, your family…
Gone in an instant.
The pain is constant,
As each strand of hair goes
it reminds you of a flower,
You're losing your petals.
Losing your beauty and pride.
The depression has you feeling like a high tide
Then all of a sudden you get denied.
You didn't even get your chance to become a bride.
C-A-N-C-E-R
The very letters i can not say together.
Its toxins cling to its victims.
When you think it's gone it comes back
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
Black Lives Matter.
It's a phrase on banners, TV, Sports and more
Can we just take a backseat from violence and gore?
Think of all the children, mentally damaged at the core
From all the racial abuse,
We don’t need another generation of blues
Obviously these cops don't have anything to lose.
Don't have to worry, their badge is their excuse.
Black Lives Matter.
Ignorance, is the laws largest ally,
The black community wanted to speak up but were too shy.
Screaming out the blues like it comes naturally.
In reality it's what they think actually.
When they get stopped they prey for no casualty.
Deep down they know all they feel is agony.
Black Lives Matter.
All the pain to the black community is caused manually.
None of this was done automatically
They urge us not to act dramatically,
Wishing they would go back to the police academy.
Learn how to control themselves,
Now we gotta brace ourselves.
What is to come?
Black Lives Matter
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC