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Decided to become that version—
Heartless. Ruthless.
No place for love.

No emotions dictating,
Only silence, always calculating.
No chances taken,
Nothing to hurt, no pain to endure.

But then it dawned—
Even this was emotion dictating.
Just a bargain with time,
To postpone the pain.

No one is invulnerable.
No one is unstoppable.
No one can escape,
When love decides to pay a visit.

No one can escape
The joy that it brings,
And the dreaded pain that follows
Depressing situations force us to abandon our love and care;
become something different.
Abandon what gives us unimaginable pain.
But love is eternal.
No one can escape the joy and the dreaded pain that follows.
Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same
Churning like fresh milk,
my stomach feels the choice.
Two turns in equal state,
the cat inside the box meows.
First, there is Status Quo—
Doing nothing is still one choice.
Second, there is transformation—
Doing more and being another.
Cycles of choice and change,
repeating forever and ever.
A nursery rhyme princess
shrieks my name, dreamlike.
Help is available.
jewel 1d
this summer, i witnessed my first thunderstorm.
a flicker of flight or fight and a soft flutter upon the frames
on your skin, i share this moment with the sky.

drinking this can of coca-cola, i am reminded of you
only briefly, as brief as the bubbles fizzle to the
surface, and catch a glimpse of a life beyond their own

”do we ever catch a glimpse beyond what we know?”
like taking in the first smell
of freshly washed laundry. breathe it in with me.

i know it lasts as long as we know it. eating away
until it becomes a void in a carcass; i begin
missing a piece of myself in someone else.

if only you had told me what you’d been thinking,
what had been missing in yourself.
we are nowhere as close to what we miss in one another.

except when i see you again, the shadows in your eyes
are replaced by the sound of your heart, pounding with gasoline.
i watch you drift away in the sea of bodies, finger on the trigger.

yet i can’t take that away from you so my own greed
fills the place of my heart, reckoning without reason.
we held the world in our palms, infinite and true.

was it because of your fins,
much too brittle for this ocean,
became too soft for me to notice?

please;
let me tell you, dear friend,

i wish you
would have been
more selfish
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025).
Eilidh 1d
Nostalgia

from the blossoming buds
to the falling autumn leaves,
peace weaves a tale,
that change quickly thieves.
Familiar shores quickly washed away.
losing grip on what was,
what we wished would stay.

yet, amid the turmoil of changes shifting tide,
nostalgia calms the current, causing memories to abide
in the air after fresh rainfall, pure and free
in the taste of hot chocolate and sounds of half-remembered melodies.
in shadows of oak trees and brightness of dandelion meadows.
in contagious laughter for reasons no one knows.
the scent of old books and their tattered pages,
worn-out teddy bears that lasted the ages.
blowing soap bubbles, following ant line to hive.
building sandcastles, chasing butterflies.
in polaroid pictures with decaying frames,
fleeting moments yet permanent maims.
in the soft echoes of a lover's tender sigh
when shades of pink and purple paint the night sky.
when people leave and we wonder why.
nostalgia lingers never saying goodbye.

weaving through years like golden thread,
remaining in our thoughts like monsters under the bed.
a flame and it's flicker remains always bright
testament to moments that fill the darkest night.
the twinkle of firelight casting warmth deep.
whispers of secrets the heart will always keep
however the sparks that once flew begin to vary
along with the naive belief in santa claus and the tooth fairy.
the shimmer in our eyes, the silence as we grieve.
the christmases and birthdays we wished would never leave.
the way things were before stress, anxiety and heartache,
rolled around co-exist with bows on presents and candles on cake
the brevity of our favourite moments may seem like a crime
but certain moments transcend the confines of time

nostalgia creeps up warm, but it lies.
and flows out in wet glistening pearls from your eyes.
a feeling we seek in busy crowds,
in grassy fields and distant clouds,
in city lights and passing cars,
on winding roads and wishing stars.
a longing for something long gone,
that we continue to dwell on.

nostalgia is what we are.
we are collections of the stories we've read.
of night skies we've admired
of smiles we've given to strangers
of tears we've lost on our pillows
we are mixtures of cosmic stardust and earth
descendants of no mads and sailors
we are the flowers we've received
the plants we've watered
the movies we've watched
the songs we've listened to
mosaics of the people we love
we simply remember what is with us, always
I let the light fade away,
to chase an unattainable dream.
My thoughts assail the blistering glow,
a silent echo of what I know.

I wander the endless fields of lore,
never looking back, nor doubting more.
For I have embraced my truth at last,
and paid the price for sins long past.

Now, this once empty shell stirs to life again,
clinging to old habits, reliving the past.
Only time will tell if my penance was in vain,
or if redemption still lingers beyond the veil.
Written when it was too late already
I have walked through evenings bent with silence,
where the hush of the streetlamp hums my name,
a hero, perhaps, in the whisper of one,
a villain in the frown of another.

I have been carved in shadows by the wary,
painted golden by the kind.
To some, I am a tempest in an unmade room,
to others, the hush of rain against glass.

Was it not yesterday I was brave,
standing tall in borrowed boots,
tilting at windmills with a fool's delight?
And yet, in another's eye, I trembled,
a thing too soft for the weight of days.

Oh, but how I have been too much!
A song sung sharp at the wrong table,
a fire burning too close to brittle walls.
And yet, to some, I have been warmth,
the quiet pulse of a lighthouse on tired waters.

I have been named.
Carved into stories I did not write.
Draped in colours I never chose.
Told where to stand, when to bow,
but the stage shifts beneath my feet.

The world is a house of mirrors,
each face a different truth,
each window another version of me.

So let me laugh at the fickle tide,
let me dance in the winds of contradiction,
let me live - oh, let me live!
not as the world sculpts me to be,
but as the wild, wandering shape of my own heart.
Copyright 2024 Savva Emanon ©
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I have been redrawn
My old rendition replaced
With bright new colors and shades

Beneath the veneer
Traces and rough outlines
My foundation sketched in time

The graphite, my blood
It was poured onto the page
Many times it was erased

Unsure who I was
Sketched again and again
Eraser shavings of shame

I was blind to see
These sketches were exactly
who I needed to be

Before I could paint
I needed a rough outline
Before I could find my place

And when I did
The shame was swept away
The brush swiftly hit the page

No longer a sketch
But a beautiful display
Of bright new colors and shades

I have been redrawn
My old rendition replaced
By a colorful bouquet
And there’s still room for change
First poem posted in nearly 4 years. Life has been a scary yet exciting, beautiful adventure of self discovery. Enjoy!
Monika 5d
Change has been my lifelong foe —
We've been at war since forever ago.
Been in battle ever since I gave life a chance,
It was the only way for me to take a stance.

Losing control — my worst nightmare
That's a recipe for disaster, right there.
Getting consumed by the fear of the unknown,
Back at square one, no matter how much I've grown.

So every step, I measure twice,
Safe for now, but skating on thin ice.
Always making sure things fall perfectly in line,
Mapping my path, watching out for a sign.

Yet roads will twist — they always do 
No matter how well I plan them through.  
Now a higher power has taken the wheel,
Swerving, getting tortured by the despair I feel.

Unfair how time wields a ruthless hand,
Undoing all the things I have planned.
A single crack and the flood pours in —
Chaos ensues, and mayhem within.

One wrong move, one shift too steep,
And I’ll be falling, falling deep.  
They say that change can set you free —
But freedom feels like losing me.  

I'd rather chain myself in place,
Than gamble all I can’t replace.  
No script survives, no maps stay true,
Control dissolves — as I do too.

Too late for salvation — there's only grief
But perhaps it brings a strange relief. 
For change may call, but I won’t flinch —
You'll have to escape my grip, inch by inch.

And perhaps one day, I'll make my peace
No longer holding on, ready to release.
And maybe I'll even learn something from it,
Like that by losing the game, I've also won it.
i’ll fixate on you
til my time is due
the waves we swam
and all we’ve been through

is never enough
to unwrite our glue

seasons may shift but I stay the same
through autumn's loss
and winter’s claim
spring may call
and summer too

Yet nothing can pull me
away
from
you.
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