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in between downward dogs,
my phone buzzes —
again.
and again.

for fifteen whole minutes,
i leave you unread.

you’re drunk, smitten,
with someone i know,
someone you spotted
at a gig.

you send a live-feed
of your spiralling heart,
ask what to say,
if the moment does come.

i tell you to try.
say hi for me.
talk about music,
the crowd, the energy,
the way the incandescence,
blurry but kind,
makes them look soft
in that lavender light.

and you do.
of course you do.
you take a leap of faith,
while i sit here
in silence,
finding a hundred ways
to rehearse what my heart would
but my mouth will never say.
this one is about witnessing someone fall for someone else, while quietly, painfully loving them yourself.
August 7, 2025
i was warned
i'd fall for you.
stay away from him,
they said.
sweetie, he’s bad news.

i laughed it off,
thinking i knew better,
thinking, that this time
would be different.

i always loved a challenge.

three months it took
for my mind
to catch up
with my heart.
by then,
you’d already
moved on.
this one is about the attraction my friends noticed long before I did.
July 29, 2025
Vickiazaira Jul 29
I know your voice,
not just how it sounds,
but how it lingers when everything else goes quiet.

We shared no footsteps in the same place,
but for a moment,
you filled a silence I didn’t know I was carrying.

There were words I never said,
questions I never dared to ask.
Too many pauses,
too many things left unfinished.

I tried
more than I ever said.
But the silence grew heavier,
and I stopped fighting
for something that never seemed to reach back.

This feeling…
it was never loud.
Just honest.
Just quiet.
Just mine.

And maybe
that’s where it ends.
too much fear and confusion
‘take off your clothes,’ he said.
i glared — long enough to matter.
he peeled off his cardigan,
set it on the desk.
‘wear mine.’

another glare.
maybe half a smile.
‘i know how much you love it.’

then he walked away,
knowing my heart melted —
not from the warmth
of his sleeves
wrapped around me,
but from the fact
that he noticed i did.

later, when the rainy days passed,
i looked for my scarf.
i was sure i left it in the office.
‘you did,’ he said.

‘so where is it?’
‘i took it home.’
his grin lit the air between us.

‘what can i say?’
hands over his heart.
‘i needed something
to warm me up.’
this one is about taking their clothes home, because you can't take them home. yet.
July 28, 2025
i told my friend,
it wasn’t like that.
we said — agreed —
this still wasn’t a date.

then you sat down
with a coffee,
making me forget
every careful phrase,
every non-confession
i’d whispered to my mind.

we wandered the city
until sundown,
as if we didn’t know
every corner of it.
and when the night
started to settle,
i offered you an out —
you had plans.
you just smiled,
waving them away.

neither of us knew
what we then began.

because i told my friend
it wasn’t like that.
but now i’m not sure
what i was trying to defend.
this one’s about the kind of almost that lingers longer than it should.
July 25, 2025
CantSeeMe Jul 10
excited I got
looking forward
wouldn't stop
could almost touch
the dream I saw
behave I will
follow the drill

two months to wait
turned with one call
no faith
three years -it changed
older I get
let's see what's left
in 3 years
no drafts
a sketchbook full
of practice deep
sketches weep
still I will follow free
the path
for me

a dream that broke
so much to choke

discrimination it is
but I won't miss
they made a choice
but I have a voice
write it down
with rhyme, not frown
the truth I speak
without a leak
The story behind:

Drawing is kind of the only thing I have some confidence in. Because the only way to become better is practice. And I'm in some really weird world if I draw, I like it that way. You look. And if you really see it, you draw it. That’s how it works.

So when I found a drawing course that focused on really seeing,drawing realistically, cause that's what I like. I got excited. Finally, something where I fit into. Something serious.

But then…
They called my mom.
Said I was too young. 18+ only.
Could have made an exception if I was 17
But no way a 15 year old could come in. They never asked to see my art. Never cared how I draw. Just: “Too young.”
And “the teacher doesn't want you.” So I’m not getting in.

But that's not stopping me :)

This vacation, I’ll practice.
With some silly YouTube videos and some from real professionals, I will try every **** thing until, maybe some year sometime I could get in a class.
mysterie Jun 23
i once had a dream.
about her, 
of course. 
who else would it have been?

and she was there --
in front of me
laughing, 
looking so
effortlessly
pretty,
like joy had learnt
how to refract
through her smile.
and she was
my girlfriend.
my
girlfriend.
and her lips --
they looked
like they were something...
between a promise
and a secret.
warm,
and soft.
i smiled
at her.
gosh.
she slowly leaned in,
and i had
plummeted
into waking.

it was just a dream.
not real.
not at all real.
but god --
it felt like solace.
saw a prompt on instagram, "write about a dream you had, extra challenge, use one of these words; refract, crimson, plummet, solace"
date wrote: 23/625
mysterie Jun 20
you said it was a joke,
about how you wanted to kiss me
you looked me
straight in my eyes
and told me,
"i could kiss you right now"
then pulled away after a moment.
your touch lingered,
i could still feel your hands there,
on my cheeks,
holding them.
i could still feel
your body heat --
you had gotten too close
close enough for me to still feel it
because even though you left
you were still there.

you said it was a joke,
but the look in your eyes
it was desperate,
like you needed a push
to kiss me
then
and there
date wrote: 21/6/25
SL May 26
Fourth floor is high enough to
Know the depth of happiness
Among the kids returning from school
Or playground, chanting nonchalantly,
And sometimes bursting into hysterical seizures while I spy from a window of several inches, but not mammoth enough to bind me to the severity of approaching adulthood.
Ricardo Diaz May 21
Canceled all my other plans
had conversations with nothing but our eyes

I hear your name and forget to concentrate
I call you in the middle of the night
Can't even tell you why,
Just felt like sayin 'Hi'

You fidget with your keys
Constantly glancing over your shoulder
With every glance pulling me further into something vast
The deep moisture in your eyes
Something inescapable
Finding reasons not to leave

Riding extra slow
Take the long way home
Get a little too close
Almost said ' I LOVE YOU'
Tryin' to hide the chemistry

Got drunk somewhere and talked about the future with you in it.
Getting chills with every accidental touch

Convincing myself there's nothing
One look into your eyes
And God! There's something

But hey,
We're just friends.
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