i was once a poet with no views
with no comments
with no reposts
here on Hello Poetry
I created a second account
because I forgot
how to be kind and gentle
I wanted this space to be
beyond what I am before
not a ranting woman
but a woman of faith
and who inhales toxicity and exhales wisdom
i forgot how to be kind
amidst this treacherous and pretentious world
it was as if saying
i was in pain, i was hurt
i do not want to become
the woman who hurt my mom
or me
who slanders my name
and spreads rumors about me
i learned to be someone
who forgives but never forgets what they did to me
and this is the start
where i want to cross that line
to draw boundaries
to build walls
and be the different version of myself
and never be the old me
you can find my first account named @eindeinnemoon
i go by poem-gasm here
poem-gasm, 2026
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
may you find a soft-hearted kitty
who loves to sleep on your lap
and purrs like a littlest engine she is
who adorably rolls over
and asks for milk or fish
i am carrying her love with me
the scratches and the little paws
i am madly in love with this orange-black tie-dyed kitty.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
she sleeps late
she wakes up late
and at the end of the day
she was mocked for not working hard
she was a daughter and student by day
learning the ropes of mastery
the expertise in English language
be it in any kind or version
she teaches the student by night
then, she becomes the teacher
the ESL teacher
everyone mocks
just because I am a
non-native English speaker
does not mean
i do not deserve this job
but rather
it is in my capabilities and skills
to teach the language and
help the students in their difficulties.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
there was a girl
who wishes to run away
she was sad
devastated, even
but one day,
she met a puppy
about weeks old
it yips and nibbles
her slippers
she is no longer sad
for what she has right now
is her best friend
the puppy.
the puppy wobbles
like a drunk duck
she bought him kibble
and a plate
a leash and a collar
made for walking
until one day,
he lunges forward
and bit accidentally the little girl's father's finger
and he was taken away
the girl wept and wept
wished she could take back time
but she couldn't.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 12:06 AM UTC
she gave him her world
but in return, he left him
for another woman.
no matter how pretty you are
how successful you are
always remember,
choose to leave some for yourself
because at the end of the day,
when someone left you
even if it hurts
at least you know your worth.
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 7:37 AM UTC
When life seems to get out of my control
Now who's taking the toll?
Authorities are now on patrol
Slipping me away down the rabbit hole
Holding a grip or let it go
I should've said no
No one listened when I said so
Now no one knows, it doesn't show
Scars or wounds on my body
Got a different side of the story
I know it repeats itself like history
No one forbids me that I'm worth your sorry
They seem to hide, decide
Others are already picking sides
Only the enemy knows what's inside
You only consume it all like a tide
For some it was a burden
I'm a ***** individual, then
Cuff me up like I'm involved in a drug den
Tell a lie to yourself or tell the truth to Uncle Ben
It's comforting me
The knives, guns, and blades knew me
Only the bounty hunter saw me
Price on my head, wanted, dead or alive, see
I'm living a hellish life
While some pretend and cut their body under the knife
Been staring into your cold, soulless eyes
Save yourself from the lies
It's a habit I can't break
My eyes are wide awake
My soul is already in a wake
My life is such a lifetime mistake
I don't wanna give it up now
Seems like life was distant to what we vow
Now cheer, clap or take a bow
This is the content of my life somehow
Counting sheep
Chances and opportunities to keep
I'll climb that mountain don't care if the road's too steep
Don't ever treat me like a broom and sweep
Sleepless nights, silent battles to fight
The situation I'm in right now was never alright
When were all of these things alright?
Depressed mode, my body is an abode
It was my life that i was once bestowed
I was once told that I was a **** and my treatment is cold
This life was once in a commitment
Got me vindicated and addicted.
My life seems twisted, but in a minute.
My life was changed by the Holy Spirit
But it was scarred, bruised, or wounded.
Are we dumb or just dumbfounded?
When will all this drastic fiasco end?
If all of me will lose its head or its friends
Who are we to blame?
Pinpointing fingers or name names
I was no longer the same.
All of this crowning glory washed away my identity and name
poem-gasm, 2023
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
Pretty pink flowers
started to bloom,
even before it was
their time to blossom.
Perhaps we should look
at the soil where they grow,
and the quiet strength of the ***
chosen to hold them.
For sometimes,
the season is not at fault—
it is the weeds that grow beside them,
stealing the light.
— poem-gasm, 2026
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 9:57 AM UTC