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Adelana Victor Nov 2024
Dear Adelana Victor Blaqhárt,

I need to make this crystal clear: stay out of my way. The path I’m on is one I’ve carefully crafted, and the vision I have for myself demands no interference—not even from me. I’ve spent enough time second-guessing, doubting, and overthinking. I can no longer afford the luxury of hesitation or the noise of self-imposed limits. So hear this—if you, I, ever attempt to sabotage what we’ve built, if you hesitate when you should leap, or if you take one step back instead of moving forward, I will not forgive you.

You’ve fought too hard to let yourself remain stagnant, to let fear or insecurity hold you back. Do not test me. I’ve been patient, I’ve been understanding, but I’ve had enough of this struggle. I have set goals, I’ve placed myself on a trajectory that demands all of my focus and strength. If you ever even think about derailing that, I will shut you down. There’s no room for doubt, no room for weakness, no space for hesitation. You either rise to meet the person you’ve promised yourself to be, or you get out of your own way. This is no longer a negotiation.

I know you, your brilliance, your creativity, your drive. But I also know your tendencies to question, to overthink, and to stall. The world won’t wait for you to find the courage; it won’t wait for your permission to move forward. So here’s the deal: stay out of your own way, or face the consequences of wasted potential. I won’t tolerate it. We’ve come too far.

From Adelana Victor,
You.
louella Nov 2024
my sweet girl, you have broken me
in two, in three,
in a thousand shattered pieces
blowing in the wild winds.
i would like to love the impossibility of you
shamelessly diving into the body of water
that is you.

my sweet girl,
there will be no one left out there to
doubt you.
you'll be understood by those you
respect the most,
loved completely by the world that tossed
and turned you
like a bobbing ship on the open seas.

my sweet girl,
you'll be singing up tempo songs,
dreaming broadway dreams.
you'll be happy and without liver disease.
the panic will fall off your bones,
leaking into the clear shallow streams.

why, sweet girl, must you waste such a
beautiful existence hating yourself?
why must you deny yourself the love
you truly deserve?
why worry your mother to death?
oh, sweet girl,
why must you contain yourself for those
you have never met?
oh, sweet girl, when i saw you crawl out
of your cocoon, i wept,
for the change that would only make a greater world,
was finally appearing.
to you. the one person who has truly always been there. do not hate yourself. you deserve love.

inspired while listening to george harrison songs.

written: 11/19/24 at 2 am
published: 11/22/24
FAIZAN GANI Sep 2024
Some days I am Van Gogh's starry night,    
other days I am his parting letters.
Emery Feine Nov 2024
Dear Dreamer,

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that no one loved you the way you loved them.
I'm sorry no one stood up for you when you needed it, like how you did for them. He never got the prison sentence he deserved.
He never moved on from you. He knew he could never replace you, and yet he hurt you, and I apologize.
They never reciprocated their feelings, even after you poured your heart into them.

I'm sorry that you recognized their footsteps and had to live in fear.
They didn't fight for you when you needed it, but blamed you, and for that, I'm sorry.
They told you that you were the "troublemaker" and the "angry daughter", but why were you angry?
I'm sorry that they crushed your dreams, Dreamer.

I'm sorry that you had to leave.
I'm sorry that they talked about you behind your back, insulting your name.
They destroyed everything you've ever touched and spread nasty lies about you.
I'm sorry that they altered the truth, the same truth you wished people had heard.

I'm sorry that they had tried to crush the hope and heartbeat of a child.
They turned your blazing fire into a simmering ash, and it was almost fully diminished.
But you kept it burning nonetheless, and you kept dreaming.
So though I am sorry that I wasn't always there, I was always hopeful.
Keep dreaming, My Dreamer.

Best Regards,
You <3
this is my 131st poem, written on 11/15/24
LL Nov 2024
W,

I kept thinking —
it'll be easier
if I get hit by a car

instead of going to work.

Love,
ML
Based on the DW documentary, "Burnout".
Ejiro Oct 2024
Keep your soft soul
it’s very delicate and pure
Stay gentle with yourself so you don’t feel pain when going through guilt
Remain kind to people who have done you right in life
And most importantly
don’t let the ugly truth of the future
make you feel bitter in the present

For I have discovered how our future looks and now my eyes feel deceived
kokoro Oct 2024
I lay down every night wondering,
is this all i will ever get in love?
is this all i will ever receive?
I lay down every night thinking,
With only one thing in my mind.
It starts with a J.
I wonder if he lays down in the same way,
with one initial in mind,
would that initial be E?
or would it be another letter in the alphabet?
Had I planted two heavenly trees on my secret headland
where a brook in bucolic runs a small wedding in-between
I'd weave two ropes made of elastic roots of the hinterland
Which bloom your favorite flowers delectable and serene,
and hang the ropes' ends on each branch firm and steady;
I'd collect the purest cushion of clouds, from gold to pink,
sprinkled with stardust, balmed with fairydust
redolent with the most expensive eau de parfum
to make your seat on the Swing of Love;
then I shall see the cardinal crescence of your eyes
and hear your soft, canorous laughters comforting my soul
as I rock your world like my drunken sight of you
toward the horizon of endless joy
under the profusion of lights gently aureated

Love is the final form of absurdity
and trumps all obstacles
Life is a moment
Love is forever
A love life, forever we are one moment

When flowers rain upon my soul
I know mine is connected with yours
Hereinbelow amorous becomes glamorous
Belespirited shall I be when atoms of Time slip through my ribs;
Hitherto we'd lived aloft in each other's prayers
In the effervescence we met, to the fluorescence we walk
Now my knees know your sorrow, albeit mellow to the marrow,
And together we shall be happy forever thereafter

O, she gallops with an eagle on her arm
Like a royal coronation
Like a train running a distance on the sea
Like a femme fatale at her debutante ball
I exult this life with a standing ovation
Worry not, my preternatural bride, for I will be your roofing boulder
Thusly my crown I put aside, for dearly rest you on my shoulder
Dedicated to my girlfriend, Jueun Suh.
LL Oct 2024
W,

I don't think I'll ever trust you with my heart again.

Love,
ML
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