WEIRD
Even rusted gates open up ,
With a crackling sound
Dried paint comes alive ,
With a dab of water .
Broken hearts can be mended ,
But why won't my potential align with me again?
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
Empathy ,
The more I have, the worse I feel.
Can't turn a blind eye -
Not even to the hands which dismantled me.
Oh, what a pain -
Crucify me,
For I feel everyone's pain ,
every perspective, every wound.
How to escape this endless mirror?
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
I play too safe,
But my soul? Screams Rebellion .
I crave the rush of a speeding car,
Yet I'm the one who hits breaks too soon .
I ache to break the rules,
Yet I'm the one who draws the line .
I yearn to be in love ,
Yet I flee before it finds me .
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 11:29 PM UTC
When does the role I play
Become the real and only me.
When do all the words I say
Become a portrait of my soul.
When do things I daily do
Mirror who I really am.
When I exit from this stage
Will my performance be remembered.
ljm
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:45 AM UTC
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world
There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told
For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon
Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon
It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key
For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
Shaking hands,
But no one can see
Trembling heart,
But no one can hear
Rehearsing words,
But no one can notice
The test I put myself through,
Hoping this time I won't break
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC
He became my what if 's ,
When I wanted him to be my sacred kiss .
He's like the perfect sketch I'm scared to touch,
When I'm the rough draft everyone overlooks.
He's the middle page I scribbled my thoughts in,
But I became the blank page where the story stops.
Now I linger in the dreams we spun,
Which we never had the courage to own .
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 5:46 AM UTC