i can't think of the moments that i'd spend with you.
i don't see any cradles placed in my room.
my womb is no shelter for your little life,
and no father of yours would call me his wife.
but one thing about you sometimes makes me wonder:
if you'd look like your grandpa or maybe grandmother,
which exact part of you would amaze me the most,
and why would you have to inherit my nose.
i would want to give, to provide, and to teach.
i would want to hear the attempts of a speech.
i would want to learn how to care and wait.
i would want to witness what love can create.
but such visions i know i'll eventually lose,
since the fate of a mother isn't mine to choose.
i don't want you to be an extension of me
or for you to become what myself couldn't be.
i'm a mind of a body that's cold and destroyed,
and my womb is a hollow and bottomless void.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 7:17 PM UTC
the sunless blood can't feed
another neglected need.
cracks appear daily;
blush on the cheeks is fading.
a walking sack drips blood;
the body quietly hummed.
fractured tibia,
chronic paresthesia.
locks get coarse as they fall;
Atlas can't bear no more.
a daily gram of C-A
will keep the doctor away.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:55 PM UTC
the clarity ascends in mind
helping to see all of the blind.
now, with so much to realise,
regaining power we shall rise.
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 2:46 AM UTC
your whole life is every shade of grey;
which one of them will you put on today.
the colour of the boredom, of the rain,
of the routine that happens all again.
your pair of eyes is every shade of grey;
the way they look at me and make me stay
to smell the smoke of your cheap cigarettes,
and wonder how so far it always gets.
your daily mood is every shade of grey;
it never gets no better day by day.
this tired look on your exhausted face,
and how you walk with just the same pace.
your whole life is every shade of grey;
it means that i will never go away;
that just like you, i won't ever change;
that me and you are meant to be quite strange.
your whole self is every shade of grey;
the colour of a small and silent bay;
the colour that reminds me of you—
the only being i love so deeply too.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
i didn't get to really hate you;
not even mad at you at all.
the fault was no one's that you couldn't
just call me your beloved girl.
i was so lucky to have met you,
i'm happy now that you are gone.
no longer yearning for attention,
no more belonging to no one.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
i forgot how you smell;
though, i surely can tell,
it was one of the nicest aroma.
i am feeling unwell
in attempts to retell
the portrayal of your very persona.
the softness of skin,
and the warmth of your being
are the ones i will always remember.
your presence in me,
and the life that could be
will remind how you made my December.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 5:48 PM UTC
the criminal came up to me,
and offered light, and just stood by;
what did he want to hear?
so rumours didn't lie this time:
you set demise, you are unwise,
your goal is just to ****
"it's not that i act like a child"—
but you believe you'll find relief
in this new world you seek.
i had to tell him we had met,
so he would know and he would go
right after him instead.
i didn't plan to die like this—
by my friend's hand. i only had
to let him go.
i let him go.
i let him go.
you used to keep your hair so short,
but now it's long, no cut at all;
can't let the memories go?
you had seen both our eyes sewn shut,
but never yours, 'cause sleep is not
something you do a lot.
why would you start to smoke again?
you know it won't bring back the days
of our youth from long away.
don't blame yourself that we are gone;
yes, you could heal, but let's be real:
you wouldn't save us all.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC