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An aroma wafts through the air
and greets my nose
Hunger rumbles in my stomach
as I follow the scent
I sit at the dining table
and a bowl of warm food
is placed in front of me
As I eat,
the warmth and satisfaction fills me
The food is gone
and I thank my mom for
the delicious meal
Her hard work
is always appreciated
Love comes from food
and my mom cooks with love
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
feeling seen and appreciated comes with a burden of being loved.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
pictures
from long ago,
filled with memories
you thought you forgot.
every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it,
just how it was
in the pictures.
happiness.
joy.
friendship.
appreciated.
purpose.
comfortable.
I remember it.
it has been
2 years
3 years
5 years
6 years
8 years
9 years
even 10 years.
I remember it.
every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it,
just how it was
in the pictures.
I wish I didn't.
what once brought
happiness,
now brings
pain.
what once brought
joy,
now brings
misery.
what once brought
friendship,
now brings
solitude.
I am no longer
appreciated,
instead I am
mistaken.
I no longer
have purpose,
instead I am
lost.
I no longer
feel comfortable,
instead
I am troubled.
every moment seeps
back into focus.
I remember it.
I remember it
oh
so well.
I wish I didn't.
f.m.s.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
May your day be good just like today's morning.
Don't forget to relax and have a good feeling.
May your paperworks turned out fine,
And may you and your team remain in the top line.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
all my life I have had my kindness been taken advantaged of,
through friends,
classmates
and strangers.
for the longest time I saw this as a sign of weakness,
that people would forever walk over me because of my kindness,
but it is not a sign of weakness,
it is a sign of loyalty,
bravery,
compassion
and so much more.
kindness is not a weakness,
only those who use you for your kindness are simply too weak to find solace within their own hearts.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
You took a risk by asking me out for dinner
that happened last 5th of September
A date I will always remember
One dinner that leads to another, then another
You always remind me that every second is appreciated
Nothing is ever taken for granted
I have never met someone so consistent
And also very patient
You regularly make sure that I have eaten on time
You respected my boundaries and didn’t dare to cross a line
Habitually asking me if everything is fine
All of this, I will surely treasure for the rest of my life
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Sir, I do not need to be saved.
I just need to be found and appreciated
for exactly who I am.
B.K.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
d o n o t f o r g e t
t o e x p r e s s y o u r d e e p e s t
g r a t i t u d e
i n a n y w a y s p o s s i b l e
b e c a u s e t h e y h a v e
a p p r e c i a t e d y o u
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
Music, she soothes me. Keeping my calm before any storm.
Her swerves and curves to the melody enchants me,
Keeps a hurting heart to a hum.
Eyes closed to a still composure, inhaling sweet composition.
She listens to how I feel, when I feel it.
Touching my body and soul.
Music, she knows me. Tailored to emotional perfection.
Tell me about your broken heart, the things you have lost
because I know I've lost it all too.
Eyes open, living in slow motion, everything's lightning around me.
But when i listen to her story, her journey to tell
She takes me away, breath and all.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
Men...
I am in awe
At your lack of masculinity
Yes...
Lack of masculinity
As beautiful as the bridge of my nose
The way I highlighted and contoured
To create my perfect glow
The way I crease the wings
To increase my wings
To fly into your mind
As a beautiful woman being
You find flaw????
Flaw???
In me?
How dare you speak
On what you have not created
To tell me to enhance more
Than what God has created
How dare you see me
As any less
You are no longer Man...
You are peasant
With no respect
You tried to belittle
My essence
With your lack of neglect
To even be able
To drive these curves
Yet you want to see bigger breast??
I am grounded in a mine of gold
A diamond in the rough
A man never satisfied
Is clearly a man not good enough
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
I am so thankful,
so grateful that you look at the good in me.
I appreciate it.
That you chose to see and focus on what I did right.
You focused on that one thing I did right.
That one thing I have done right.
You didn't rehearse all that I have done wrong.
You didn't do that.
You were angry, yes, but not for long.
You saw the good in me.
Anf you chose to focus on it.
I might have rebelled against you, hated you and hissed at you.
But when I came home to you, you ran towards me.
Kissing me all over.
Happy that I have come back home to you.
Thank you.
Truly I say thank you.
Thank. You.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
The midnight moonlight strained through the veils that hung either side of the old house's glass soul garners beset in lead white painted frames; trickling onto heavily treaded, rich walnut boards. It was an inviting tease, but seemed so far away than it did last midnight. The clock hadn't quite struck the hour, but sensing it was close began anticipating when...
A tiny draft nudged the curtains ever so lightly, elegantly. The darkness of the last days had taken their toll. Everything seemed to protest the efforts funneled into escaping the swallowing coverlet of the bed. But the moon beckoned and its call was a sadness too loud to ignore. A moment of resolve had the tenses at readiness and just as the final vault was about to be taken, the chimes heralded the hour.
Startled, the vague sense that a third chime had resonated, releasing its self into the night and melding with the walls into silence. Senses finally consorted themselves into some less vague awareness. The clock's official count had begun...4...5...6...7 ...8 - a beat as always on the ninth, a quiver 10... 11...12... a delicate fade for 12th's swan song . the hungry serpent slience, quickly swallowed the room once more.
It's hard not to think in the deafening silence. It seems to breed thoughts from mere dust particles, like those captured by the moonstreams pouring through and making rivulets between the textures of the worn grains of the heavy wooden boards.
Staring at the glowing, gently suspended swirling particles, lit and extinguished as they dipped in and out of the pale blue-grey filems. They seemed so happy elegantly dancing in the moonlight. Envy struck a renewed a determination to bathe in its entrancing soft light.
Desperate muscles fired and the old bed protested from such a vigerous rousing and flung its squatter into the abyss! Suddenly falling to the floor helplessly in an unexpected motion. A frozen moment spent an eternity registering its self in the senses. A blink and acknowledgement. A second blink confirming the ridiculous state of affairs! Lying like a broken puppet waiting for some other source of mobility as the mental strings were tugged one by one working its way around asertaining possible movements that would not further confound the tangled mess of limbs.
Slowly a plan emerges. Gathering the strings drawing up limbs propped against the still protesting creaks of the old bed. A final heave and a somewhat vertical slant, gave way to vertigo. Wafting centrivically left to right anchored by arms clutching screaking posts. Pressed Darkness from obedient lids offered a slight repreive.
The moon waited paitently, peaking under and over a bevy of clouds. Heartbeats counted down the long voyage to the land of respite. The beauty called hauntingly, telling of a wanting so powerful, so necessary, that eyes and moon ached in symphony.
The whole house seemed to want to urge on the meeting of moonbeams and iris. The cool air coalesced around uncertain feet placing invisible wings upon ankles. One foot drawn slightly past the other slid on cool waxed boards.
Enforced Blindness seemed to be fitting as hands reached out for the window seat. An endless push and desperatte fumbling finally succeed in finding the hard ledge and once heaved up by protesting muscles onto the fitted cushion with the throw wrestled awkwardly and finally drawn up and over, a deep breath took in the fragrant night air.
Sitting quietly for a moment, listening to the faint fllutters of the winds secrets. The moonlight gently pressing into the translucence of thin eye lids urged sweetly to be admired with a sincere promise of exceeding the glowing return. Slowly, unable to resist such gentle persuasion, a readiness creeped through gathering momentum and eyes slowly flickered open absorbing the beauty. The warmth of relief welled up. The moon, appreciated so, shined its best! Having been so lost in quiet symbiotics, the ambience was suddenly pierced, as a solitary chime brought with it, the reminder that one is alone, like the moon in a sea of stars.
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 6:27 PM UTC
i would understand it
how they treat me
if i were cruel
if i never tried
if i didn’t care
if i weren’t easy-going
if i had different friends
if i put up with ********
if i were quiet
if i couldn’t think for myself
if i were stupid enough to
except i’m not those things
so i don’t understand
i don’t understand how they could
walk all over me
ignore me
say mean things
lie to me
lie about me
patronize me
tell me to hush
put me down
make me feel like this
when all i ever do
is try my best
not to be like them
to be better
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
This is who you are.
Beautiful—
No. You are not.
You are Ugly.
To be specific
You are a girl full of insecurities.
You are a girl full of envy in veins—
Yes. You are.
Are you Self worth?
Are you Confident?
You are not.
Are you the girl who always compare herself to others?
Are you the girl who cannot standout?
Are you the girl who cannot make her own light?
Yes you are.
Are you loved?
No.
You are not wanted.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
leaves fall
scattered in vast colors
auburn, green, pale yellow, burnt orange
a beauty not appreciated
a beauty passed up
a beauty misinterpreted
a beauty forgotten
a beauty gone
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
I see the way she see's you, but i don't understand
Everything you do, giving your all, asking for guidance; afraid of the fall
Such harsh words, such meaningless looks; so strange because with all the good things i have to say about you i could fill books
Unappreciated, Overlooked; I think her life with you in it is overbooked
She wants your everything including your all, but i so often see how she can make you feel so small
Such a brilliant mind, and such sweet eyes, i always enjoy our lingering goodbyes
I hope you don't feel stuck, i really hope you're in love
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
Love those who accept blame
Along with the power
The greatest human beings
There in your darkest hour
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
a bit over a year of efforts, I
admirably
return your stubborn affections, directing romantic intentions towards you.
with your heart
Exalted in the remembrance of your existence, I
sigh towards the heavens,
the hells,
the Earth with her mountainous regions and varied terrains,
the sky and her innumerable
galaxies and novas should come hither and listen to the treasure of a lover. I
sigh
the miracle
of your name,
as though it were the answer to every question that has ever mattered.
I weep as the layers of my heart tighten at the sound of your sorrow, it constricts and feels to twist and rob me of senses and oxygen.
please smile and gift that treasured breath of air into my lungs.
should I now mention, that
for some inexplicable reason,
I love you?
Find comfort in my voice.
Feel free to unravel tears of the hardships endured in this life's trials, upon my shoulder
as I do my best to gently recover the fallen shards of every loss you've suffered, with my tender hands and your sharpened memories we'd find a way to salvage the most of these losses.
let me adorn your scar filled soul with a balm of my own making.
let me bring you
a sea of solace to delve into.
Would an infinite caress of kisses, a tsunami of age old yearnings and present desires satisfy your crave for love?
Would I need another person to fill the shoes you decorate the doorstep of my heart with?
With the place mat adorned with an intricately designed Persian rug which display a blooming garden of both our favourite flowers in a way that'd perfect the unusual combination of my tropical forests and your poetic love of romantic flora.
A sight, regardless of how many times seen encases the onlooker in a feeling of love and comfort.
It will say,
" Welcome home my love "
And there will be song birds in the trees,
there will be wind dancing with leaves,
On the eve of summer I will snuggle myself near you, to muster the courage to read you the poetry I'd written all before we'd made it known to those who mattered that we belonged to the other.
Friendly reminder that,
I love you.
And the answer to needing anyone aside from you?
The answer is no.
No one can amount to the endless stream of shooting stars you give me to wish upon, and for you to make a reality.
No one else,
can say my name with such reverence,
that to any who didn't know about us,
my name alone seemed to be one of the most holy and savored of things?
To whisper on a night of troubled sleep as your fingers weave their way to mine, interlocking and silently promise to never let go of this.
This overflowing love..
Why wouldn't I want to keep it?
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
I just want to explain how I feel.
My throat is tight and each breath I take I have to spend extra time trying to make sure I can actually breathe.
Sometimes, I can't.
Sometimes, I try to breathe but it won't work and I get dizzy. I feel dead. Numb.
I try so hard just to breathe and it doesn't work.
I want to talk. I wish I could say everything I want to say. But it's really hard to talk when you can't breathe.
I want to love. I want the feelings that I know I used to have back. I want all my feelings back. But, nowadays it's as if I can't feel a thing. Numb.
I tried to cry. For 2 hours. I wanted to know I was still alive, that I was still a person with air and lungs and feelings. No tears came out. I never cried. I want to so bad. I don't know if I am even alive anymore.
But I want to be.
God, I want to live so bad.
I used to think I wanted to die. I used to tell myself I wanted to vanish from life and be gone forever.
I don't..
I want to live. It is so exhausting to want to live. Have you ever wanted to live?
Does anyone, anywhere, want to live?
I can't live. I've been trying for so long and I'm so exhausted. I'm so over it. I am so over wanting to live. Please.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
You were
living
breathing
poetry
complex
beautiful
but not always understood
or appreciated.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC