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Many a mistake, I've made
But that need not necessarily be bad
Because, a lot I've learned
Whenever I've failed
I feel I can handle anything
And need to fear nothing
Because, I've seen the worst
Though I'm yet to see the best!

Many a mistake, I've made
To my struggles, you'll see no end
Often, do I trip and fall
In my court, never is the ball
But I'm slowly improving
My personality is developing
Yes, I haven't tasted success
But I'm certainly a work in progress!!

Many a mistake, I've made
But I know I'll come good
Only a matter of time
Please, give not a ****
About my past failures
See my improvements
Big and small
I rise after every fall!!

Many a mistake, I've made
But the world won't end
After all, life is up and down
And I'm definitely not alone
We all make mistakes
In fact, that's the best path to success
More important than learning what to do
Is learning what not to do!!

Many a mistake, I've made
But immensely, they've helped
I am battle-hardened
And will go to bed
Knowing I've done enough
To handle the rough
Soon, will the smooth come
Again, only a matter of time
I repeat, many a mistake, I've made
But ultimately, I've learned
That's all that matters
Thank you for your patience!!
Poem on my mistakes and how I've progressed since.
The moon above was not too bright,
But still, it gave the softest light.
The stars were there — a scattered sea,
It felt like they were watching me.

Beside me, you — so still, so near,
The ocean's sound was all I'd hear.
The waves, the breeze, the silent air...
And knowing somehow you were there.

We walked along the shoreline slow,
Our footprints fading as we go.
No words were said, yet I could feel
A quiet love, so calm, so real.

I didn't need to speak tonight,
My heart was loud beneath the light.
You looked at me — I looked at you,
And all I hoped felt somehow true.

Then came the kiss — so soft, so shy,
Beneath the stars and velvet sky.
And when we paused, I saw you smile,
It made the whole world stop awhile.

I couldn’t name just what I felt,
But something warm inside me dwelt.
A secret feeling, deep and wide,
That bloomed like waves and touched the tide.

And when the moon gave way to sun,
We sat and watched the day begun.
The morning light began to rise,
But I was staring at your eyes.

Your brown eyes caught the golden hue,
And looked like something pure and true.
I smiled and wrote this later on,
To keep the night that came and gone.
Where our soul collides together under the moonlight watching the sky with no voice in our mind,I met you in the dark and thought your just a guy but I didnt thought that you would be mine..(relationship I want in the future where it feels like I'm in a  movie,the passionate kiss I saw on tv,wish that It could be it)
Ashrow Jul 18
You wanted the sun.
I gave you the moon-
but only the stars could shine
even as we burned to ash
I enchanted the auroras
with my effervescent glow
it’s not like you to sway
when everything is well
you search for the darkness
which tears you apart
AK Traveler Jul 7
Oh life!
Why, life, why?
I belong to her, but she doesn’t.
I love her – but can’t admit.

Why I love her?
Wrong question.
Why not?
Might be right.

Oh life,
Her eyes – dark sky filled with bright light,
Her smile – beautiful than heaven,
Her face – what to say…

I tried every language of this and after this world,
But now I conclude:
No tongue holds the word
To define her tenderness.

Her voice?
Nothing – just something
That heals
Each and everything
Within me.

Oh life!
What if I say
That you are the most beautiful
In both worlds –
That will be less.

In the lack of you,
My will still wish
To be with you?

Why?
Because…
The first poem in my 4-part poetry series “Oh Life,” where I respond to life not with answers, but with emotions.

This chapter reflects falling in love with someone who was never yours, but still became everything.
duck Jun 29
I crave for attention.
Specifically yours.
I'm in love with someone,
someone that I'm not supposed to love.
You.
You gave me a few minutes,
a few minutes of your life.
That's enough for me to fall in love.
With you.
I'm delusional, you see.
Delusional that someone wants me.
That you want me.
I'm trying.
Trying hard to move on.
To move on from this crush.
star May 27
the fall 5.20.25 (4:29 pm / 16:29)
none of us are really afraid of heights
we’re afraid of the fall
we’re afraid of the pain
and what will happen when we hit the ground

is it wrong to not be scared
is is wrong to want that

i’m insane i know
i’m not all right, yes, i know

i know i wouldn’t care if i slipped
i know i’d be happy freefalling down
i know that wouldn’t be a bad end of me

maybe that’s wrong
to want to destroy such a gift
life

[playing: dandelion and hampstead by ariana grande]
star May 27
maybe falling is a beautiful thing 4.30.25 (9:25 am)
daisies grow wild in the woods
in dappled sunlight under the trees

fields of white petals
and yellow pollen floating in the air

maybe falling is a beautiful thing
maybe drowning is a peaceful thing
maybe dying is a lovely thing

maybe lying down in a daisy field
and falling asleep forever
is a painless thing

maybe i’d do it
if it were possible
idk i keep rereading this and i have no idea why i started with the line daisies grow wild in the woods and its weird but i kind of love it?
ProfMoonCake Jun 23
It took three seconds
for a cautious hello
to turn into a symphony for my soul.

I wonder if my walls still remember
the laughter that went on till dawn.
Since then, the mirror seemed kinder,
my legs moved quicker,
and my smile did not vanish.

I have never felt this way before—
sleep seemed futile,
hunger vanished.
I wrote about you
until my hands hurt.

I could feel your heartbeat
through the light blue shirt you wore.
The hidden patch of your beard was exposed.
Your words fell into mine—
look at our human noise.

The old couple looked at us in envy.
Maybe we will get there too.

The moon followed us,
and we heard wedding bells.
Your pretty hand fits well in mine—
just right.

I couldn’t wait to call you home.
eliana Jun 21
I'm tired.
Tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
Tired of hiding,
hiding who I really am.
Tired of trying to stay strong.

I'm tired.
Tired of pretending,
pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
Tired of not being able to let go,
let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
Tired of feeling worthless.

I'm tired.
Tired of being put down,
put down by the people I felt closest to.
Tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life I will never have.
Tired of not being good enough.

I'm tired.
Tired of remembering,
remembering how I used to be so happy.
Tired of the blame,
the blame I put on myself daily.
Tired of the anger.

I'm tired.
Tired of crying,
crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
Tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
Tired of failing.

I'm tired.
Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
Tired of being tired.
Tired of being me.
getting worse over the years.
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