Orjeta

Orjeta Mar 18

Alone!

“ I don’t know if I will emerge stronger, weaker, or as someone entirely new—but I do know that once again, I face this alone.”

Orjeta Mar 6

The Names Will Stay

At least the names will always stay,
etched in ink, unchanged, unchanged.
No tide of time, no drift, no day
will shift the echoes once arranged.

They rest within my contracts sealed,
bound to the moments that we knew—
not to the faces time revealed,
but to the souls I journeyed through.

For who they were is who remains,
not who they grew to be, afar.
The past is carved in steady names,
not scattered by the shifting stars.

#memory #life

Orjeta Feb 26

In Warm Tears

I feel cold, even when the sun shines,
My body shivers, my heart feels distant,
But my warm tears remind me I’m alive,
A small comfort in the emptiness.

I feel judged, watched by eyes that don’t care,
Their words cut, even when they don’t speak,
But my tears don’t judge me,
They fall quietly, knowing my pain.

I feel like I don’t belong,
Surrounded, but always alone,
Like I’m speaking a language no one understands,
But my tears listen, flowing softly.

I feel weak, tired of pretending,
Exhausted by the weight I carry,
But my warm tears are honest,
They tell the truth I hide.

I feel sick, something heavy inside,
A darkness that drains my strength,
My tears grow cold, losing their warmth,
Reflecting the chill within me.

I feel left behind,
People move on, their lives continue,
I stay stuck, watching them go,
But my cold tears stay with me, loyal in my loneliness.

I feel dead inside,
Empty, numb, nothing left to give,
My tears are dried, no more warmth, no more cold,
Just the silent marks they left behind.

#love #hope

Orjeta Feb 21

My last trip

I saw oceans stretch to touch the sky,
Seas that whispered ancient lullabies,
Rivers that danced to nature’s tune,
Lakes reflecting a silver moon.

I felt happiness bloom like spring,
Joy that made my spirit sing,
Peace as soft as morning dew,
A stillness deep, profound, and true.

I felt pain carve lines within,
Cried tears for what had been,
Sadness heavy as a storm,
Cold and fierce, without a form.

My last trip, a journey vast,
I met people whose shadows cast,
I met souls both pure and bright,
I met devils cloaked in light.

I met the mean who wore kind smiles,
I walked with them for miles and miles,
I saw truth behind the guise,
I saw love in broken eyes.

My last trip, I lived it all,
I soared high, I felt the fall,
I touched the sun, I kissed the rain,
I danced with joy, I wept with pain.

I tasted life, bitter and sweet,
I walked on fire, felt cold defeat,
I learned to rise, learned to let go,
Learned that endings help us grow.

And now, as dusk begins to creep,
I close my eyes, embrace the deep,
For all I’ve seen, and all I’ve known,
I do not wish to journey home.

My last trip—I’ve lived, I’ve died,
In every breath, in every stride,
I found myself, I lost my way,
And in the end, I’m here to stay.

#lasttrip #life

Orjeta Feb 19

21:34

The clock stays still, yet time drags on,
a heavy hush where light is gone.
Minutes stretch like endless roads,
nights too vast, too full, too cold.

A storm inside, no calm, no shore,
a weary heart that beats no more.
Eyes too tired to see the dawn,
a soul that lingers, barely drawn.

Fingers frozen, breath so thin,
trapped in time, locked within.
Aching bones and hollow air,
the weight of sorrow everywhere.

Yet still—
21:34.

#life #love #sad

Orjeta Feb 16

Running Honest

I ran with an open heart,
barefoot on the path of truth,
chasing the light I once carried,
never fearing the dark.

But honesty is a quiet fire,
and not all hands that reach for it
come with warmth—some only seek
to steal its glow.

I welcomed them,
folded them into my journey,
let their laughter echo in my steps,
mistaking presence for purpose,
companionship for direction.

I ran faster, for them,
matched their pace,
forgot my own.

The wind whispered warnings,
but I mistook them for songs.
The road twisted, blurred,
and suddenly, they were ahead,
and I was lost.

Where had my steps gone?
Where was the fire I carried?
I looked for my reflection
and found only absence.

Running honest,
I ran too far from myself.
And in the distance,
somewhere behind me,
I left my smile.

#love #life

Orjeta Feb 15

Ageless Life

Today, I woke up visibly older,
lines deepened like rivers in time.
Yet life stands untouched, unmeasured,
a quiet ghost without a chime.

Some mornings, I rise much younger,
soft as dawn, weightless and free.
Yet it is still this same old wonder,
an ageless dream inside of me.

Life is a puzzle, cruel and kind,
a whisper of loss, a burst of light.
It bends, it breaks, then heals in time,
a fleeting shadow, burning bright.

“To live is to carry the storm and the sun in the same hands—
to know sorrow like an old friend, yet still dance in the rain.”

#life #mystery