You take me out of survival mode;
You look at me with such loving eyes;
You calm the storms inside my head,
Making space for the most beautiful sunrise.
For I have lived my life on urgency,
And setting goals that are far too high
Climb mountains after mountains,
Just to get burned out and sigh.
But with you, I can breathe easily
Stopped racing against an imaginary time
My systems slow down in your embrace,
And finally, for once, everything feels fine.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 2:03 AM UTC
Walk with me in this field of dust
Of smoke, and rocks, and metal rust
With paths paved out in parallel lines
One leads the way, the other sings a rhyme
As we place our steps, one after another
Stick side-by-side like baby otters
Everything is bearable when you are near
This world feels lighter with you, my dear
We’ll share laughter beneath the skies so wide
And trade old tales with the turning tide
Though the roads may be far and grand
Swear we'll be fine, as you're holding my hand
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 3:23 PM UTC
The seats are empty;
The theatre is dark;
Why do you keep on acting?
There’s no one keeping mark.
Each step analyzed;
Each line rehearsed;
What tricks are you playing?
Trapped in an eternal curse.
These masks to hide fears;
These laughs to contain sadness;
Who are you when you’re not pretending?
Careful not to thread into madness.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
As the last of the flowers have withered,
And the guests have washed their clothes,
The cemetery has new bodies to entomb,
I still feel your presence very close.
For every waking morning without you on our side,
Demands a tough facade for every dusk and dawn,
With responsibilities piling our plates,
I still hear your voice guiding us on.
At times where people have seem to forget,
And your space at the table has been quietly replaced,
Things and clothes packed neatly into boxes,
I still recall the warmth of your embrace.
For the world that we know will continue to revolve,
With the sun, the moon, and its skies ever so blue,
Your memory lives on in every piece of me;
I will choose to remember every last piece of you.
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
Books used to portray how
Eve possessed the original sin
Along with her overripe
Pain, passed down to all of kin
Confess, tell me now
Is this the reason why
Women get born with shame
Stamped on our skin, shame
Buried within, shame
Dragged for decades
Like that tree in Eden
This shame shall never die
Banished, barely forgiven
As soon as you leave
Your mother’s ribs
You are subjected to laws
Of your father’s rage
The world where men
Decides on who I am
Should have been
Left as a myth
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
Am I suffering beautifully?
Do I wear my agony like a crown?
Adorn it with pearls and jewels,
And parade it into town?
Is my pain reasonable enough?
Do I raise it up or tone it down?
I’ll try to cry pretty, tiny tears,
In fact, I'd do it in my gown!
For even in despair, I should be desirable,
Dare not to be emotional, dare not to make a sound.
To be a woman is to bleed, but glamorously.
There shall be glitters in the meltdown.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
I remember that light vividly
Watching peace flicker within the trees
When a crow flew by, whispered something to me
Now, basking in the mourning sun
Everything was still, inert, and calm
Yet I can sense the somber nights to come
Continued my walk while holding my breath
The bugs in the dirt can now hear me wept
It’s time for the sunrise but someone had set
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC