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Ahoi, ahoi — he sailed the high seas,
Beautiful sunlight,
Blue sky,
And breeze.

The sails caught the wind
Like a perfect photograph,
The captain at the helm
With a whistle and laugh.

But the sky darkened,
The sun slipped away —
On his face no more joy,
Just fear and dismay.

“Captain, why are you scared?
This is your domain.”
I thought he would battle
The storm,
The rough seas,
The rain.

Yet little I knew,
My trust was in vain —
He feared the unknown,
The uncharted terrain.

He stood there frozen,
Unsure what to do,
Then spun the wheel sharply,
And cried,
“Back to shore — we’re through!”

But you’re no captain, bold and true,
If calm alone is all you knew.
The test of sailors, fierce and grand,
Is steering storms no soul had planned.
Sometimes you need to go through to come through.
It’s wild how something so simple
used to mean so much.

We’d cook together, remember?
Messy countertops, loud music,
Me tasting things before they were done,
You pretending to be annoyed
but loving every second of it.

Now I stand in that same kitchen
and it’s too quiet.
The pan still sizzles,
the water still boils,
but it’s like the soul left with you.

I used to love this.
Now I can count on one hand
how many times I’ve cooked this month.
And it ain’t because I’m too busy.
It’s because every time I pick up a knife
or reach for a spice
I feel you next to me,
and I’m not ready for that kind of ghost.

I don’t know if you think of me.
If you miss those nights,
if you ever wonder
how empty this place feels now.
But ****…
I miss the good,
I miss the bad,
I miss the everything.

One day I’ll cook again.
Not for a memory.
Not for a ghost.
But for me.

I’m just not there yet.
  Jun 18 TheBlackPen121
Aditya Roy
When your voice
Escaped the clutches of the night
I held on tight
In vain

Your eyes that hid under the curls
They've become traces of you

To a girl I once knew
You're only a memory away
The night feels so long
But dawn whispers of new hope
And the sun will rise.

Done by:KCG
Trust the process
To live is to suffer.
To love is to suffer.
To create is to suffer.

Existence itself is stitched with sorrow,
but in its aching seams,
blooms something beautiful.

So we must choose —
choose carefully
who, or what, we are willing to suffer for.

And I chose you.

I chose to cradle the weight of your name
in the hollow of my chest,
to love you through the good, the bad,
the moments that left us broken and bleeding,
the silences heavy as tombstones.

I sit now, in the wreckage of what was,
thinking of forever —
the whole nine yards,
a life I painted in the colors of you.

But you're not here anymore.
You exist only in fleeting fragments,
ghost-thoughts
of laughter in a room now silent,
of touches I’ll never feel again.

And I am the reason.
I carry that like a stone in my gut,
a burden I won't set down.

Yet, I choose to be better,
to climb out of myself,
to carve light from the grief.

Because as long as my lungs rise and fall,
as long as my heart dares to beat,
I’ll remember —
your arms were the only home
I ever truly knew.

And maybe one day,
this suffering will shape me
into someone worthy
of loving like that again.
.......life
As the world revolves, my heart yearns to be more than the limits that they claim I must be.  
The consensus may whisper, "He's just a man,"  
No! I am that I am and I am, everything!

I am the essence of both God and beast,  
A masterpiece in the chaos, a soul's sacred feast.  
I seek to master peace, my spirit's sweet release,  
Yet before that moment, I’ll live life with ease.  

I’ll embrace abundance, fill my days with delight,  
Nourishing my soul, setting my mind alight.  
For I am everything, and everything resides  
Within the depths of me, where unity abides.  

We are one in essence, though branches we may seem,  
Connected in this vast and intricate dream.

Done by:KCG
We are the gods of the Earth
Hello 2025
TheBlackPen121 Mar 2024
In a gallery of abstract art,
I ponder the concept of perfection,
Lines and colours swirl and dance,
Imperfect yet mesmerising in their reflection.

Beauty in chaos, flaws that delight,
Each stroke a story untold,
Perfection is but a fleeting dream,
In imperfection, true beauty unfolds.

The canvas speaks of endless possibility,
An ever-changing, evolving art,
In the imperfect, a glimpse of perfection,
A reflection of the human heart.

Done by: KCG
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