dear, it wasn't easy
yet endearing, chaos
but it wasn't pretty.
how can you blame me?
I envy the calmness
whim, the naive that
I've tried to protect,
was maimed and bruised.
how I became like this?
I cherished you, to consume
and to be consumed,
I'm more than a ghost
or a burglar in act;
it was my whole life.
my dear, it was sweet but death
becomes me; how cruel it is.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
No one could ever tell how fragile my limbs are, until there is; you.
I faced death more than I could recollect myself, I starved through flesh, like the way I envy your ribcage, holding up your heart, when I just took a glimpse of you on its crack.
It's you, it will always be you, a lifetime couldn't suffice, I wanted to be wrapped around you, like a cocoon.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
I was still grieving on the unfinished letter that sits in a corner where I promised not to look back; I know, I'll be scathing, mending but the thread of fates stirred up that faith.
You know that I'll give everything, through those cracks where I can't see myself, hiding behind the constellations, and then it becomes a body.
Do you still see me? do you still adore me? If heavens were to console me, it only wished to be with you.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
i can't quite begin—
there's strain in my hand
left from copying homework.
what remains is a click on enter.
my rented room,
a bed made the way
someone once made it for me.
i walk toward a café
whose name i never get right.
a robot takes my order,
bows down, listens carefully—
the only thing today
that hears me
and will never see me again.
my past keeps rewriting me.
you exist somewhere
in my abandoned t-shirts,
in my old house
where gourd tendrils keep growing.
i imagine you still—
jeans on the meadow walk,
meeting a striped dog,
still not getting my last name right.
my phone lights once
with my homeland code.
i don't answer.
onions from the side shop,
crossing roads alone,
learning this city
one hesitation at a time.
i don't know how to stand
near the kids in my class.
within a week
a crow leaves its mark
on my shirt.
the red bow on my head
fades with every crossing light.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
"As if I was gone away, too far not to yearn from the distance"
The sound of home away from home
is a wake up call at a dismal Sunday morning. It keeps telling me that I have to go but you are still lingering on every corner of this room, you are the faintest light through a window pane, as it kindles me out of the dark.
I wonder how the traffic jams and
the hums of people on the street would
brought you home, the crevices of the
floor memorizes the gaits and creaks of your footsteps, as if it's a map to our place. And how the furnitures recognizes the shape of you as your memories are carved on it.
But I wonder why the sound of home away from home, is telling me that it's time to go.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
Those nights were sleepless
yet it was a precipice of silence and chaos,
you know that I've got so far than I ever was, and at this very moment, I laid my soul bare as if it's my youth's requiem.
My hands were fragile and veins took as roots for oleander, my skin's porcelain etched with red and blue; a lifetime might suffice, otherwise it's a lover's oath.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:46 AM UTC
Sometimes we get answers to all of our mysteries in the world after a catastrophic event; I picked the last petal of the flower, telling me he loves me not.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 11:25 PM UTC
They said I shouldn't let the oceans take me, but we named this island. The other place is hell and heaven's underwater; as if it was a calling, bestowed into the lips of lovers, as old as ancient time.
Who would bear the ruins? if they all came up in my cold feet, my trails were long gone like a distant memory. And if I drown, it would be silent as the starkest daylight, and the only sound that I would make is the beat of my heart. Years might have passed but I always come back, shape shifting in forms, like waves meeting shore, a tidal current reaching depths and impossibilities.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
Those nights were sleepless
yet it was a precipice of silence and chaos,
you know that I've got so far than I ever was, and at this very moment, I laid my soul bare as if it's my youth's requiem.
My hands were fragile and veins took as roots for oleander, my skin's porcelain etched with red and blue; a lifetime might suffice, otherwise it's a lover's oath.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 11:07 PM UTC