#becomingme
I'm not saying I did nothing wrong.
But now I'm doing it right
That's all I'm saying.
Nobody can throw my past in my face
I'll tell you all about it
start to finish
No shame
I engraved the darkness on my skin
Wore it like armour .
So maybe sit down,
Take notes.
To hell with what we used to be.
Now we are, what we need to be.
Listen, like advice whispered
From your most unethical friend
With a voice laced with sin
To validate your wicked desires.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
Hey, younger me,
wipe those tears—yes, I see them.
You think love will last just because it feels endless,
but listen, not everything meant forever stays.
And that’s okay.
Not all wilted petals mean the flower was unworthy,
some were just never meant to be held too tight.
And you, future me,
are you smiling? Have you learned to breathe?
Tell me, did we finally stop carrying the weight of every goodbye?
Did we find softness in the mirror,
or are we still chasing ghosts of what could’ve been?
I hope we learned to love without fear,
to rest without guilt,
to speak without swallowing the words.
And me, standing here,
torn between the aching past and the uncertain tomorrow—
What do I do with all this?
With the lessons, the heartbreak, the hope?
I guess I keep walking,
one step for the child who dreamed,
one for the future waiting ahead,
and one, just one,
for the me that exists right now.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
You left a stain
A stain so dark
On my soul
It turned to a mark
And I thought I'd never get it out
I moped and I mourned
I really tried so hard
But I couldn't get you out.
I thought this was it
And I let it alone
Until I realized
I could come up with the perfect remedy.
I love the folks art and their mysteries
So I came up with the perfect solution
To remove you from me:
I'm brighter than before
Almost like we never warred
You no longer affect me.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC
We met many many years back
When the realisation hit that I may need you
I met you at home and the street but as a vision
When my mum constantly reminded me to get you home
I rebelled and didn’t want to
I met you in my tears
When someone wanted you
More than me,
I met you in disdain
When I saw many who had you
But strutted around in false pride.
And I didn’t want you.
And here you are,
Many moons later,
Wherein I rediscovered you.
It was never you, it was the picture I painted.
I am getting closer to you now
Fresh canvas,
Wispy and comforting,
Uplifting like a kite 🪁 in the sky,
You’re blooming,
You smell fresh as a 🌹.
You’re “getting lighter”,
And to me now it is not my weight in body,
But the heaviness in my heart and mind,
That I am getting lighter with.
And as I do, I find you so comforting,
You were always my friend,
I didn’t see you
As people and my heaviness painted you as an enemy,
You’re my angel
And I know you better,
Getting closer to you,
Whispy, floating and free.
I like you lightness,
You’re me now.
You so want to come closer to me,
Constantly trying to invade my mind,
Tentacle my thoughts and dreams.
But hey I get you,
I am going to set you free.
Because now you’re inside of me
And my journey in the here and now is to be.
You’re sweet and I get you,
But sweetness is one flavour,
And I like it spicy and tangy as well,
A tad bitter, some more there,
So I’ll just set you free.
Now, I am free,
Whispy and floating,
Pink and sparkly,
Becoming me...
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Thirty three years Alexander lived
Shakespeare wrote his tragedies
the teacher near our house
...in dhoti turned twice
still ***** with yesterday's mud
goes for another regret
what am I doing?
The play was staged
clowns and faces with paint
their age twenty
The man next door
his face well known
for the cycle he drew across the world
where am I here?
The lunatic
in house arrest wants to breathe
showing the foolish thumb
to people on lanes
but what am I doing?
What am I doing? Doing what? Doing what ?
Till half past three into the night
the question haunts my ribs
A inadequate path, oozing with men flood
but all headless clouds
Am I one in them?
All my life I have been placing this head
The weared out head of mine
In one body
in another
Trying to look into the mirror
On which body does this head of mine
look like me
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:23 AM UTC
Peeling away layer by layer, I'm slowly becoming whole.
Wrapper after wrapper- will someone eat my candy heart when there's nothing left to hide it?
I'm so exposed, so open; the breeze wafts between layers, shaking them loose, and they waft to the ground like leaves.
Will this edifice be strong enough to stand on its own?
Built out of feeble candy cigarettes and held together by pink bubble gum, it's already been chewed up and spit out, more wrappings being formed to protect its' already collapsing structure.
Will it survive?
Will I survive?
Chomp.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC