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Home 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 Home
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Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
Home
feeling seen and appreciated comes with a burden of being loved.
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Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
Price of Being Seen
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.
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 7:28 PM UTC
Reminiscence
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.
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC
Day 4
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.
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
kindness is not weakness.
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
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
My game changer
Sir, I do not need to be saved. I just need to be found and appreciated for exactly who I am. B.K.
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May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:54 PM UTC
Do Not Save Me, Sir
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
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:16 AM UTC
for myself #7
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.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:09 AM UTC
Music.
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
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 1:37 PM UTC
The Lack of You
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.
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Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
Focus
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
Missed by Midnight
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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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
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
understanding
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.
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
This is who you are (A reverse poetry)
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
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Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC
3.8.17
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
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
You
Love those who accept blame Along with the power The greatest human beings There in your darkest hour
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
To the only ones
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?
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Green Tea
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?
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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.
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May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
just words
You were living breathing poetry complex beautiful but not always understood or appreciated.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
Breathing Poetry