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I find peace in your stillness. It is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away, and it seems that silence had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul, you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. I find peace in your stillness, and you seem far away. Let me come to be still in your silence, and let me speak to you with your silence, bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, remote and candid. I find peace in your stillness. It is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow, as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy-happy that it is not true!!

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4d ago

May 31, 2026 at 2:24 PM UTC

I find peace in your stillness

I find peace in your stillness. It is as though you were absent, and you hear me from far away, and my voice does not touch you. It seems as though your eyes had flown away, and it seems that silence had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul, you emerge from the things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. I find peace in your stillness, and you seem far away. Let me come to be still in your silence, and let me speak to you with your silence, bright as a lamp, simple as a ring. You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, remote and candid. I find peace in your stillness. It is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow, as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy-happy that it is not true!!

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Standing there with a mute stare, Amazed by you, erased by you- I became a speechless poet, With no words left to choose. My flowing lines collapsed in air, Lost in loops I couldn’t write, Stuck inside a silent maze, Where thoughts refused to fight. My poetry, once bright and free, Went dim the moment you appeared, My confessions lost their voice, My anger, even my tears disappeared. Then you left. You left-and I remained, Still locked inside that stare, A poet stripped of language, A mind too lost to care. Speechless not because I had nothing, But because you became everything.

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC

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Standing there with a mute stare, Amazed by you, erased by you- I became a speechless poet, With no words left to choose. My flowing lines collapsed in air, Lost in loops I couldn’t write, Stuck inside a silent maze, Where thoughts refused to fight. My poetry, once bright and free, Went dim the moment you appeared, My confessions lost their voice, My anger, even my tears disappeared. Then you left. You left-and I remained, Still locked inside that stare, A poet stripped of language, A mind too lost to care. Speechless not because I had nothing, But because you became everything.

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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May 22

May 22, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC

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Got it-you want “he” throughout, but “hero” replaced so it doesn’t sound gender-odd. Here’s a smooth fix with minimal change: dating a writer is like guessing the weather. you think you know what you'll get, but you never do. you never know because he'll create a queen from your weaknesses and he'll write a great character, from every last flaw. he'll create a thousand plots from your worst nightmares. he'll take every last thing you hate and create something you'll love. he'll turn your anger into confessions of adoration, and he'll make you, everything you're not. but worst of all, he'll leave you wondering- is it you he's in love with, or things he's created from you? but here's the beauty of it: if you date a writer, you'll never die

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I was lying on the terrace tonight pretending to watch the stars, but the moon kept staring at me like he already knew everything. After a long silence, he finally laughed. “So… this is what happened to you?” I frowned. “What?” You. He smiled wider. The man who once spoke carefully, thought logically,slept peacefully… now checks her last seen like it’s destiny, reads old chats like holy scriptures, and hears her name in every song.” I threw a pillow toward the moon. He laughed harder. “Don’t act innocent,” he said. “I watch you every night.” “I saw the way your eyes changed when her message arrived.” “I saw you smiling alone like a fool.” “I saw you type a sentence, delete it, rewrite it, then stare at the screen for ten minutes just because you wanted one perfect reply from her.” I stayed quiet. The moon slowly shook his head. “You are deeply finished, my friend.” Then he pointed toward my chest. “And this heart of yours…” He laughed again. “It echoes her name even in silence. Do you even understand how serious this has become?” The wind moved softly around me. The moon continued “You know what makes this funny? You still behave like you are in control.” “But every night, your thoughts walk toward her before your body even falls asleep.” “And every morning, before opening your eyes, your heart checks if she still exists in your world.” I looked at the moon and whispered, “Is it that obvious?” The moon smiled gently this time. “My dear… even the stars know.”

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May 21

May 21, 2026 at 6:53 PM UTC

Again

I was lying on the terrace tonight pretending to watch the stars, but the moon kept staring at me like he already knew everything. After a long silence, he finally laughed. “So… this is what happened to you?” I frowned. “What?” You. He smiled wider. The man who once spoke carefully, thought logically,slept peacefully… now checks her last seen like it’s destiny, reads old chats like holy scriptures, and hears her name in every song.” I threw a pillow toward the moon. He laughed harder. “Don’t act innocent,” he said. “I watch you every night.” “I saw the way your eyes changed when her message arrived.” “I saw you smiling alone like a fool.” “I saw you type a sentence, delete it, rewrite it, then stare at the screen for ten minutes just because you wanted one perfect reply from her.” I stayed quiet. The moon slowly shook his head. “You are deeply finished, my friend.” Then he pointed toward my chest. “And this heart of yours…” He laughed again. “It echoes her name even in silence. Do you even understand how serious this has become?” The wind moved softly around me. The moon continued “You know what makes this funny? You still behave like you are in control.” “But every night, your thoughts walk toward her before your body even falls asleep.” “And every morning, before opening your eyes, your heart checks if she still exists in your world.” I looked at the moon and whispered, “Is it that obvious?” The moon smiled gently this time. “My dear… even the stars know.”

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The night was unusually silent. I was lying alone on the terrace, staring at the sky, when suddenly I opened my eyes and saw the moon standing before me — bright, calm, and strangely alive. It smiled at me. “So,” the moon said proudly, “you’re the man who keeps claiming that somewhere on this earth lives the most beautiful girl in existence.” I looked at it quietly. The moon laughed softly. “What happened tonight? Did your queen say something in your dreams?” I forced a small smile. “No.” The moon noticed my silence. Usually, whenever we met, I teased it by comparing her beauty to its own. I would proudly tell the moon that even its light looked pale before her eyes. But tonight, I said nothing. The moon slowly asked, “What happened? Your heart looks heavy.” I nodded slightly. “Tell me.” “Nothing.” “Don’t lie,” the moon replied gently. “You might hide things from the world… maybe even from her. But not from me.” I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then I whispered, “I saw her in my dream.” The moon smiled. “And?” “She was sick.” The smile on its face disappeared. “I saw her burning with fever… weak… tired… and I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there watching her suffer.” My voice broke. “I know it was only a dream… but it felt real. Too real.” For the first time, the moon stopped joking. “You love her that deeply?” I looked at the sky for a long moment before answering. “No.” The moon frowned in confusion. “No?” “I don’t think this is just love anymore.” The cold wind passed between us. Then slowly, I spoke again. “If all I wanted was love, I could’ve accepted it from the people who offered it to me. Some people genuinely cared for me… some were ready to stay.” I closed my eyes. “But I didn’t want them.” “Why?” “Because I wanted her.” The moon became silent. Then I looked directly at it and said: “Even if God himself came down tonight and asked me, ‘Do you want love… or do you want her?’ I would choose her without thinking twice.” The moon stared at me quietly. I continued. “Love feels too small compared to what I feel for her.” “She exists inside everything I do.” “In every goal.” “In every morning.” “In every lonely night.” “When I wake up unexpectedly… I wish the first thing I see is her.” The moon listened carefully. I smiled weakly. “You know something funny?” The moon raised an eyebrow. “One day while walking, she accidentally hit her leg against a steel stand.” “And?” “My eyes filled with tears instantly.” The moon looked at me in disbelief. I laughed softly. “And when she travels alone, I can’t rest properly until she reaches home safely.” “When she travels by bus, I worry she’ll get sick.” “When she travels by train, I imagine her struggling in crowded compartments.” I lowered my head. “It’s exhausting.” The moon finally spoke. “You’re deeply attached to her.” “No,” I whispered. “I’m deeply attached to her existence.” Silence covered the terrace. The moon looked at me with an expression I had never seen before. Then it smiled sadly. “You know… thousands of lovers confess beneath my light every night.” “Poets cry before me.” “Broken hearts speak to me.” “People call their feelings love every single day.” It paused. “But people like you are rare.” I looked at it quietly. “You don’t love her because she’s perfect.” “You made her special inside your heart… and now your soul refuses to separate from her.” The wind became colder. The moon slowly stepped back toward the fading night. “It’s almost morning,” it said softly. “My duty is over.” Then it looked at me one last time. “Now sleep.” I smiled faintly. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because if I sleep… she’ll come into my dreams again.” The moon laughed helplessly. “It was only a dream, idiot.” I looked away. “You wouldn’t understand.” The moon shook its head gently. “No,” it whispered. “I understand more than you think.” The sky slowly turned blue. Before disappearing, the moon gave me one last look and smiled. “You’re unbelievably stubborn.” I laughed quietly. “And you’ll still meet me tomorrow night.” The moon disappeared behind the morning light. But her thoughts remained beside me.

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May 18

May 18, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC

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The night was unusually silent. I was lying alone on the terrace, staring at the sky, when suddenly I opened my eyes and saw the moon standing before me — bright, calm, and strangely alive. It smiled at me. “So,” the moon said proudly, “you’re the man who keeps claiming that somewhere on this earth lives the most beautiful girl in existence.” I looked at it quietly. The moon laughed softly. “What happened tonight? Did your queen say something in your dreams?” I forced a small smile. “No.” The moon noticed my silence. Usually, whenever we met, I teased it by comparing her beauty to its own. I would proudly tell the moon that even its light looked pale before her eyes. But tonight, I said nothing. The moon slowly asked, “What happened? Your heart looks heavy.” I nodded slightly. “Tell me.” “Nothing.” “Don’t lie,” the moon replied gently. “You might hide things from the world… maybe even from her. But not from me.” I stayed silent for a few seconds. Then I whispered, “I saw her in my dream.” The moon smiled. “And?” “She was sick.” The smile on its face disappeared. “I saw her burning with fever… weak… tired… and I couldn’t do anything. I just stood there watching her suffer.” My voice broke. “I know it was only a dream… but it felt real. Too real.” For the first time, the moon stopped joking. “You love her that deeply?” I looked at the sky for a long moment before answering. “No.” The moon frowned in confusion. “No?” “I don’t think this is just love anymore.” The cold wind passed between us. Then slowly, I spoke again. “If all I wanted was love, I could’ve accepted it from the people who offered it to me. Some people genuinely cared for me… some were ready to stay.” I closed my eyes. “But I didn’t want them.” “Why?” “Because I wanted her.” The moon became silent. Then I looked directly at it and said: “Even if God himself came down tonight and asked me, ‘Do you want love… or do you want her?’ I would choose her without thinking twice.” The moon stared at me quietly. I continued. “Love feels too small compared to what I feel for her.” “She exists inside everything I do.” “In every goal.” “In every morning.” “In every lonely night.” “When I wake up unexpectedly… I wish the first thing I see is her.” The moon listened carefully. I smiled weakly. “You know something funny?” The moon raised an eyebrow. “One day while walking, she accidentally hit her leg against a steel stand.” “And?” “My eyes filled with tears instantly.” The moon looked at me in disbelief. I laughed softly. “And when she travels alone, I can’t rest properly until she reaches home safely.” “When she travels by bus, I worry she’ll get sick.” “When she travels by train, I imagine her struggling in crowded compartments.” I lowered my head. “It’s exhausting.” The moon finally spoke. “You’re deeply attached to her.” “No,” I whispered. “I’m deeply attached to her existence.” Silence covered the terrace. The moon looked at me with an expression I had never seen before. Then it smiled sadly. “You know… thousands of lovers confess beneath my light every night.” “Poets cry before me.” “Broken hearts speak to me.” “People call their feelings love every single day.” It paused. “But people like you are rare.” I looked at it quietly. “You don’t love her because she’s perfect.” “You made her special inside your heart… and now your soul refuses to separate from her.” The wind became colder. The moon slowly stepped back toward the fading night. “It’s almost morning,” it said softly. “My duty is over.” Then it looked at me one last time. “Now sleep.” I smiled faintly. “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because if I sleep… she’ll come into my dreams again.” The moon laughed helplessly. “It was only a dream, idiot.” I looked away. “You wouldn’t understand.” The moon shook its head gently. “No,” it whispered. “I understand more than you think.” The sky slowly turned blue. Before disappearing, the moon gave me one last look and smiled. “You’re unbelievably stubborn.” I laughed quietly. “And you’ll still meet me tomorrow night.” The moon disappeared behind the morning light. But her thoughts remained beside me.

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my heart in your hand A feeling I cannot control, it's always so grand I think of you constantly, my thoughts never still I am under your spell, a love that's ill. You consume me completely, my heart and my soul I am but a puppet, your strings are in control I try to resist you, but my willpower is weak My heart yearns for you, my future is bleak I am but a slave to this love that is true My addiction to you, is all I can do I know it's unhealthy, but I can't let go This love that I have, is a fire that glows I'll be forever bound, to the one I adore My addiction to you, will be my downfall for sure But in this moment, I cannot regret For this love, is the only thing I have left. I'll give up everything, just to be near The thought of losing you, fills me with fear I'll do anything, to keep you by my side Even if it means, I'll have to hide My love for you, is like a drug I can't quit It's a love that's forbidden, but I can't admit I'll hold on tight, to this addiction I own For in your arms, I am never alone But as the days go by, and the pain sets in I realize the cost, of this love I can't win I'll break these chains, that bind me to you And find the strength, to be a better person. My addiction to one you, has controlled my life But it's time to let go, and end this strife I'll find my own worth, and love myself first And build a future, that is not cursed

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May 9

May 9, 2026 at 2:19 PM UTC

Addicted to one you

my heart in your hand A feeling I cannot control, it's always so grand I think of you constantly, my thoughts never still I am under your spell, a love that's ill. You consume me completely, my heart and my soul I am but a puppet, your strings are in control I try to resist you, but my willpower is weak My heart yearns for you, my future is bleak I am but a slave to this love that is true My addiction to you, is all I can do I know it's unhealthy, but I can't let go This love that I have, is a fire that glows I'll be forever bound, to the one I adore My addiction to you, will be my downfall for sure But in this moment, I cannot regret For this love, is the only thing I have left. I'll give up everything, just to be near The thought of losing you, fills me with fear I'll do anything, to keep you by my side Even if it means, I'll have to hide My love for you, is like a drug I can't quit It's a love that's forbidden, but I can't admit I'll hold on tight, to this addiction I own For in your arms, I am never alone But as the days go by, and the pain sets in I realize the cost, of this love I can't win I'll break these chains, that bind me to you And find the strength, to be a better person. My addiction to one you, has controlled my life But it's time to let go, and end this strife I'll find my own worth, and love myself first And build a future, that is not cursed

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The room had gone dark the way silence goes dark when even the walls begin to listen. Rain kept speaking against the window. And I was there, alone as usual, sitting by the glass with your face drawn on the window-- not shaded, not finished, just a simple line of longing. Then lightning came. And for one impossible second the whole window filled with light as if the night itself had remembered your name. Your face did not look drawn anymore. It looked complete. Alive. Natural. As if the sky had stepped in to finish what my hand began. And your eyes—your eyes were the first thing the light touched. They filled the room without entering it. They arrived without coming near. I had never understood how beautiful a moment could be until darkness, rain, and one brief white fire made your presence visible on a window. Then it was gone. And the room fell back into itself. But something remained- not the light,not the storm, only the feeling that for one breath the universe had paused to let me see you through borrowed lightning. I wanted to hold that light. Not to keep the storm.Only to see your eyes the way nature sees them without effort,without shade, without asking anything to stay. But lightning does not stay.It only reveals. And maybe that is why ,it feels like love. .......!!!

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Apr 23

Apr 23, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC

On the Window

The room had gone dark the way silence goes dark when even the walls begin to listen. Rain kept speaking against the window. And I was there, alone as usual, sitting by the glass with your face drawn on the window-- not shaded, not finished, just a simple line of longing. Then lightning came. And for one impossible second the whole window filled with light as if the night itself had remembered your name. Your face did not look drawn anymore. It looked complete. Alive. Natural. As if the sky had stepped in to finish what my hand began. And your eyes—your eyes were the first thing the light touched. They filled the room without entering it. They arrived without coming near. I had never understood how beautiful a moment could be until darkness, rain, and one brief white fire made your presence visible on a window. Then it was gone. And the room fell back into itself. But something remained- not the light,not the storm, only the feeling that for one breath the universe had paused to let me see you through borrowed lightning. I wanted to hold that light. Not to keep the storm.Only to see your eyes the way nature sees them without effort,without shade, without asking anything to stay. But lightning does not stay.It only reveals. And maybe that is why ,it feels like love. .......!!!

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Everyone always tell me I'm an awesome guy Funny smart and shy But do they know The one side I can never show Do they understand why I keep myself distance How many people I've lost since this Person I became came to be How much it pains me To watch the ones I love leave like a tree losing its leaves How do I explain my pain While trying to remain sane Every scar on me is my battle shaking my body like a rattle The battle to keep myself happy To not **** the mood, to not be sappy I thought it was going to give me a bright passage as it's shown But alas I was wrong And it has been a very long Battle to just be No one ever sees the Tears my eyes shed My heart filled with dread My gifts are my curse And I couldn't ask for anything worse To you I am this wonderful amazing guy To me... just an empty soul wanting to cry!!!!

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Apr 5

Apr 5, 2026 at 12:37 PM UTC

Behind the facade!!

Everyone always tell me I'm an awesome guy Funny smart and shy But do they know The one side I can never show Do they understand why I keep myself distance How many people I've lost since this Person I became came to be How much it pains me To watch the ones I love leave like a tree losing its leaves How do I explain my pain While trying to remain sane Every scar on me is my battle shaking my body like a rattle The battle to keep myself happy To not **** the mood, to not be sappy I thought it was going to give me a bright passage as it's shown But alas I was wrong And it has been a very long Battle to just be No one ever sees the Tears my eyes shed My heart filled with dread My gifts are my curse And I couldn't ask for anything worse To you I am this wonderful amazing guy To me... just an empty soul wanting to cry!!!!

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