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A bunny found their way on my screen
Back when my humour was dry and obscene
Who would predict that years later
I'd somehow find no reason to hate her
and long to even have her wish I could be there

To a woman who grew with me, granted in a different direction
Whos personality was striking, infectious
Whenever I get that first paycheck, I'll have you in mind
To gifts you may never see, where I hope in humankind
We meet once more and hug like we never could and thought absentminded

To your eyes, that even caught me off guard on a digital screen
To a hope for a physical gleam
of that beautiful smile you so vicariously show
To your everything, ive been Blown
Away, time and time again, how you've grown

Saranghaeyo, I won't deny it any further
Even if we don't speak, I seek you with vigor
How I'll wait military time, diligent like Bam
I'll buy every piece of merchandise, every Lego, ever hoodie
And then some, Cause surely
I'll meet you properly again, someday


Maybe I'm Shooky, fell on my head with a Mang
The lingo is no fun, when you have no plan
No direction, only seogtan in my Chimmy
Shall I say Tata? Now that I have the gravitas?
Swimming in a direction, so willing

What point is a bias, when one only loves a byeol
A star thats barely known, yet shines in my soul
A human so radiant, her being brings me joy
From naïve to the very opposite of Coy
Willing to give the world, where he hates it himself

I'm sorry, for misusing you with my words and anger
I can't see the band the same, where you brought them, a manager
A genre I'd never in my life get to touch
Is something that makes me miss you so much
And for that, I hope you read this one day and laugh


Son-ga-rak ha teu, I love you Bun Yoongi
The name we figured out together
Please, in this or the next life come find me
And tell me all about Bulletproof Boy Scouts when you see me
Again, I hope
Saranghaeyo
Something that came to me at 4am (Right now, I'm exhausted heh) when I thought of her yet again after a spike of emotions. I wish to show her this one day if Heaven grants me that privilege. BTS is cool.
raahii 2d
काश हम उनसे मिले नहीं होते,
तो ना सहना पड़ता ये दूरियों का ग़म।
हालांकि वो अलग बात है कि
हमारे चेहरे पर फिर ये मुस्कान के पल ना होते।
The emotional conflict of love and separation, balancing regret, bittersweet memories, and the inevitability of loss.
I poured champagne on the garden,
just to see what wouldn’t grow.
A rebellion disguised as art,
too small to leave a bruise.

The idea felt poetic—
a confession spilled like incense,
settling heavy in the soil,
thicker than regret.

By dusk, the dirt turned sticky,
a graveyard for good intentions,
gold on a barren altar,
pearls drowning in sweetness turned sour.

A bee circled the spill,
its wings trembling,
caught between greed and retreat.

I wanted to tell it, Save yourself.
But even the flowers had given up,
their petals folded like apologies
too late to matter.

I stood barefoot in the dirt,
watching bubbles rise slick
against the roots of something already dying.

At least the garden refused me honestly—
its silence more forgiving
than any answer you gave me.

I laughed at how pathetic it felt—
a toast to nothing,
a promise unraveling,
luxury offered to the lifeless.

I’ll wake up tomorrow
and call it nothing,
but the smell of champagne
will linger on my palms.

And you’ll linger, too,
where regret always does—
settled deep in the soil,
refusing to grow.
What if I said no

Now
Screaming
Weary in pieces
Talking with myself
Pain each bone
Walk paths troubled
Alone in a forest

Before
Not a soul abandoned
Least is to ever see sadness
Safe haven , I was
Merry with everyone

I request assistance
All ran
Others chatter laughter

Oblivious of most hated
Adamant  to accept
Till too late

Will I ever forgive ?


Burden of regret
I should have said no

When I recover
Things shall change
Defend a heart

Self sufficient
Lesson learned
One day, you'll calm down,
Look back on your story as if through a stranger's eyes.
A quiet smile will escape, a gentle shake of the head—
Life, after all, is but a fleeting dream.

Someday, you'll release today’s struggles,
With only a whisper of regret in the air.
Clarity will dawn, illusions will fade,
And the weight of the world will dissolve in stillness.

In that moment, you'll find the truth—
Not in gaining, nor in losing,
But in the quiet harmony of a peaceful heart.
For 576
i cried a river;
it wasn’t enough -
to whet my wits,
and call your bluff

i tried a thing,
or two, in vain;
i could not escape
the house of pain.

i lied to you -
didn’t occur to me,
‘t’d be so hard
to agree to disagree.

i hide away
my bother; i coy -
hush the man, and
play the boy.

i ride along -
for i’ve lost my way;
bide my tongue…
do as you say;

i denied myself
the right to speak:
i waived my voice
to the cackle of
the creek.
cleo Jan 15
(i remember…)
making out to ska with the lights on
(i remember…)
the day i finally got your pants off
(i remember…)
the look in your eyes told me something else was up (shhh)
forever bonded, didn't matter what was going on


not like thœse other guys
you were the caring type
circumstances not within your control
but you still had to make it right


it's so unfair
the unwanteds wandering in my dreams
but i still haven't seen you there


forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see




forever 23
a missing part of me
with every birthday that i have
it’s another you won’t see
cleo Jan 15
it's not fair
i'm still here and you're no longer there
the gold streaks have faded from my hair
life goes on but it's just our cross to bear

i'm sorry
i didn't get to tell you more
i'm sorry
i had to ever shut that door

wish i could've heard your demons
wish i could've seen the signs
even after all these years
i still focus on the good times

dude,
popping counterfeit percocet
you don't even see the trouble that you're in yet
the high lasts forever, you never come down
i guess we all learned our lessons by now

you're lost in the past, and so am i
waiting for the hour hand to tick on by

you got off early, i'm still on for the ride
cleo Jan 15
i held the world in my hands
but i had to let her down gently
RE: natalie
Syafie R Jan 15
Fusilli, born of southern light,

Curves like a dance,
spirals through the night.

Her taste, a delight,
her warmth so bright,

Yet he, unknowing, lost her in haste.

With rough hands, her essence slipped away,

A lesson learned too late, in disarray.
For hands unwise can turn gold to dust,

Now he watches, regret a quiet trust.

Some loves, like pasta, require time to rise,

A truth revealed beneath the southern skies.
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