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Night spreads its dark wings
on a faint path upwards.
Steps climb toward the dark.
The secret cave of the heart
reveals its magic to the dreamer.
Its sapphire mist veils the fikir’s
lamp within.

Along the path the ancient oak’s
strudy branches remain still.
This mountain is a place of silence
where worldly sounds fade to
ghostly whispers.

Here one enters the mist alone
far from the stirring of moonlit
wings. Searching among a thousand
clouds in the half-lightof the unanswered
question : where is eternity along the path
unknown and the courage to search
beyond reality ?
i wear his shirt,
long-sleeve, pale grey,
too wide at the wrist.
it still smells like him.
like oak, sleep, fresh rain
and the breath before the kiss.

i'm terrified.
that my own scent
will settle, and claim
what history stitched.

i'm holding onto it,
as if this is the last embrace
he'll ever give me.
maybe it is.
this one is about the feelings we borrow, and never return.
July 24, 2025
I love them they’re so cool
But they’ll leave me to play pool
I love you do you love me
Cuz you’ll leave me soon as can be
there my favorite people
Wouldn’t trade yall for the world
Would you trade me
Or just leave me
Left teary
While you say you don’t want me
And I talk unnecessarily
So I shut mouth
Say I didn’t wanna come
You say your glad
You can tell I’m mad
But I still love you
And you still go
Nosy 2d
To romanticize a life
That never was and never has
A life unlived but loved
Lies wrapped in fantasies

Suddenly walking the street
Softly, calmly, a normal speed
Why is it every time I dream,
I get interrupted by the sound

Of an interior not designed
An exterior not built for the light
A romantic life, but never mine.
I am the way I am.
Why should I be ashamed to express what I have to say?
I long to be on the rooftop and scream out your name just to feel some peace of mind.

Why do I keep torturing myself, trusting words that dissolves in the air?
Because hope feels better than silence.
I choose to trust because it keeps me sane.

So why be ashamed of feeling my emotions?
I have the right to wholeheartedly scream my thoughts out loud.

I am the way I am.
I feel the way I feel.
And I should not and will not be ashamed.
Years have passed, seasons have changed,
And change might have greeted you too,
Yet I still stand through the rain and snow,
Waiting, to be loved by you.

You said that you weren't sure,
that you hadn't made up your mind.
These simple words left a mark on my heart,
Yet I pretended to be fine.

You say that you're unsure,
hoping to find someone better than me.
While here I am, spending my nights awake,
thinking of what we could be.

I know I'm not the man you imagined,
not the man from one of your books,
not the man who's strong and protective,
not the man who carries good looks.

Yet trust me when I say,
I'll understand you in every way,
I'll listen to you talk for hours,
And when you need me, I'll be a call away.

I hope you'll accept my love,
that it doesn't take seasons or years.
For I don't wish to be known,
as the man who ran out of tears.

But now I don't care how long it takes,
for you to finally see.
My love, my care, my compassion for you,
For you to finally see me.
I promise, I will wait forever.....
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