#blurred
Black ink keeps moving across a white page,
concealing colors and stories within it.
Hidden between the lines,
I call his name a hundred times
in different forms.
I hope that one day he will recognize himself in it—
even if it feels like searching for sugar among salt,
like foam dissolving into the sea.
I write about him to remember,
for a moment—
or for forever.
Seasons change, filled with blooming flowers,
hoping to be welcomed by that smile.
For forever, not just for a while.
Can my gaze reach him?
Be present in every passing second,
the way he exists, subtly,
within all my forms—
there,
in the curve of a cheek
shaped into a smile.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
How can I
love someone new,
when you kiss
my soul
so true?
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
Could you pawn enough courage to smile and pretend that everything is going to be fine? Just this time. One last time.
While the lines are blurred, and cries inside unheard, know that as the end unfurls it is that way by design.
As we cower like cowards in corners we run towards the cracks as the daylight chases us to remind us of the debt we owe for squandering every streak of light on fights and afternoon delights, you and I knew somehow, we needed a place to hide. In an obscured sense, it is that of saying goodbye.
When I set the pen down and let ink bleed into the parchment, when I twiddle my thumbs cognizant of the things I meant, much is pondered about why the room in your heart I pay rent and as a tenant, I’m flagged delinquent.
And on your end, all along, you had all of me tucked in your hand. The silence too abstruse for one to comprehend and is unnerving.
Perhaps you found me undeserving of a love always teetering on the brink just waiting to succumb to gravity. Now the weight of unspoken truth bears down so heavily on us as we fall apart.
This throbbing anxiety seems to walk the road of eternity and in our insanity, we were two pyromaniacs playing fire with destiny, and destiny, a sadist as it may be, there is a horizon bordering its cruelty and honestly, we were vampires driving stakes in each other’s heart.
What I meant is speak your truth or forever hold your peace, for while we had our falling we loved nonetheless. No matter how we repress the past together you and I undressed and the future fraught with regrets, I must confess, though I detest, today we leave what we had and we leave it to rest.
Sep 15, 2024
Sep 15, 2024 at 11:38 AM UTC
Consumed and confused
There is no line keeping me
From you, except you
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
My thoughts drown me out
Unable to ask for help or shout
The bad haunting my head
On my fears it's what it fed
It's all flowing down no way to stop
With misery and sorrow in every drop
My vision no longer clear
Blurred out by what I fear
All these emotions whirling inside
Tired of having to hide
So they get out all at once
With all its mighty force
When destroying everything in its way
Nothing peaceful can stay
There's no end, there's no control
For my feelings bursting out along with my soul
Unable to breathe I guess I forgot how
Confused on what to do now
I just lay there motionless
Tired and hopeless
Making an effort to speak, but can't understand a word
My gasping is the only thing heard
I'm breaking down, nothing is functioning
Except for my eyes only capable of crying
I was living a dark nightmare
Monsters coming to life without a care
I'm left weak hearing all these voices
Unable to make other choices
It was terrifying feeling all alone
In this fearsome and menacing zone
An endless pain I don't want to come back
For I fear I won't have enough strength to counter the attack
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 11:36 PM UTC
It feels like particles are peeling apart
Connecting
Separating as they please
There is undeniable space growing in my heart
Observable to who peeks and sees
Fate to blame I have no doubt
Touching tears that won't mend
Beneath skin circuits start to short-out
Barriers between emotions blur and blend
Real is rare so bare all imperfections
Fake the majority of what others share
Everywhere I go is overdissection
Judgement is blatantly unfair
Which only adds to distress
Taken without one sound
Cork up inconvenient emotions unless
They overflow
Then I'm drowned
You cannot imagine what it's like
Kills self-esteem to reflect
Each time negativity strikes
Is impossible to correct
Bottle after bottle emerges emptied
Sink in a sea of distraction
Forever smoky air will not recede
Chilly dreams prevent satisfaction
None of our dreams visible anymore
What are we doing wrong?
Many bad decisions
Too many to ignore
I guess failure's where we belong
We will never be proud living like this
We are in darkness's constant shadow
Sins overtake any chance we have at bliss
Dragging troubles in tow
Trust we will be able to grow
Takes years to heal wounds deep
Bridges over teardrops that flow
Seconds wasted we could not keep
To conclude
Retain a sliver of hope
Though happiness may be lost
I build and maintain ways to cope
Stay warm amidst the permanent frost
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
thoughts whirl
as several songs
pass by
to become
one blurred song
and
passing lights
become fuzzy
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
I am seeing the colours
Mixing and blending
Without outline
All lines blurred
I can't see you
Red, orange and blue.
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Most days, I want to get away.
Most day I do not know what to say.
Still, I try.
Sometimes I even
do too much.
The line is always blurred to me.
Maybe that is why I am always
crossing it.
I respect people's boundaries.
The biggest problem;
I do not respect my own.
I give,
a lot.
There are some pieces of me
I will never get back.
They say you live and you learn.
I would like to say that the lessons are
sticking.
And as that big hand keeps on
ticking-
I realize that there is,
still,
so much time.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:32 PM UTC
A*mong real and reality
I follow the blurred real pictures
Which spiral away from divinity*.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 3:38 AM UTC
he carried the ocean in his eyes
it had never been flooded
till that one day
it spilled, flooding his mind
drowning his views
making him lost
until he would one day find,
the eye of the storm
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 5:13 PM UTC
maybe i am here.
would you see me?
the door is open--
you can walk on out.
see all the teenagers
jigging about.
i don't think it's your scene
over here with me.
maybe i am there.
could you hear me?
the capitals are low--
turning sentences inside out.
see all the thoughts
hanging around.
the vision is blurred
over here with me.
maybe i am no longer.
could you sense me?
don't misunderstand--
that's not what this poem is about.
see my blank stare
midnight all around.
the time is all gone
over here with me.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
The ones with blurred faces
Knocked down my door last night
And tugged at my limbs with such desperation
- A rigorous exercise.
Their hands, rattling in a sharp neon glow
Stole away many things as they held me down
And shone the bright lights into my eyes,
Turning my pupils into hollowed colour:
Trust.
Potential.
Innocence.
Friendship.
All gone.
All taken.
All dead.
During the break-in.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
i like it when my vision fills with color
kaleidoscoping into hybrid hues
or when skinny fine lines
grow into weathered wrinkles
i like it when borders border on nonexistent
and everything blends together
unseparated
unsegregated
i like it when lines grow bold
the strokes of a paintbrush gaining confidence
with every motion
i like it when lines are crossed
over and over
into a tangle of yarn
everything connecting
dissolving
into
a ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
i like it when lines are blurred
and reality breaks down
letting my imagination roam wildly
i like it when things don't make sense
because i always know
that i can find that line
that leads me back home
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 10:02 PM UTC
Just imagine if I disappeared,
Would your memory of me be blurred?
Rusting away in your mind,
Leaving me behind.
A face you had known, a name you had heard.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
What does one do when the lines of the meaning of love are blurred for a girl at the age of fourteen?
When a girl is pinned down to a bed even though she said
No
No
No
But let it happen because she thought that was how relationships were supposed to be.
Maybe he didn’t listen because I’m wrong
This is meant to happen
I’m his girlfriend.
I should be okay with him groping me.
Stop being so uncomfortable.
Stop squirming underneath his grasp.
Stop trying to pry his fingers off of your breast as he laughs at your struggle.
He’s your boyfriend.
He loves you.
This is okay.
It must be okay
Because the pattern continued.
It must just be love when your boyfriend tries to touch you in untouched places while you’re trying to sleep
At the age of fifteen.
I’d never been touched there before
I’d never even touched myself there before.
And I had never felt any more uncomfortable in my whole life
But who was I to say
No.
It was love,
Right?
And it wasn’t assault, right?
Surely I- a young, normal girl- didn’t become a victim of ****** assault
Right?
I didn’t say no.
I was too scared to say no.
I was too scared that the words
No
No
No
Became lost in my mouth
And my eyes were stuck shut because they were too scared
Too see the kind of love he was giving me.
And I wanted to leave but I couldn’t
Because love is supposed to be this way.
I never had a physical experience showing otherwise.
This must be love
The lines are not blurred.
This is how it is.
For a moment I thought that maybe
I wasn’t wrong.
That this repetition of touching
That this lack of approval
Was wrong.
My body is my body
I’m not found strung on the shelves of *** shops
Or delivered in a package with a bow on top
Spread across the table for a man’s full course meal.
No.
I am a person
And just because I have ******* and curves and a vulnerable physique does not mean I am up for grabs--
He told me he loved me
But if that was love that was no love of mine
And I told him
No
No
No.
I exposed him
I may have been in tears but I told him I knew everything that he had been doing to me and I called out his love
And he
He
Did not apologize.
He did not explain himself to me.
He just told me that
It was okay.
I was okay.
Because that’s right.
I am nothing
I am nothing
How silly of me to think otherwise
How silly of me that I almost forgot that I am nothing more
Than an object for you to touch how you please.
Who needs sleep
When the man can’t wait
For you to wake up
For consent
For you to yell
No
No
No.
Because who am I to say no?
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
Hard times, good times,bad times,high times
How many times, did we talk about this?
For I commited crimes upon your eyes,
And how many times was I forgiven?
I believe a couple of times,
Lies the thing that,
I'm used to be good at,
Which made you cry and freightened,
Forgiveness is not what I ask,
It's the presence,
That's all that I'm yacking of,
But it seemed that you're either deafened or muted, but I'm certain that you have not been polluted,
Defiant of Christ, somewhat Agnostic?,
But in the Kings eyes it's all translucent.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Over thorns I have seen flowers lying tonight
I have seen moths near lamp dying tonight
I can see my vision getting blurred enough
Before me, I can't see you crying tonight
My speech is rambling on a prayer rug
And each wish from heart is flying tonight
Ever seen frozen eyes of a dead beloved?
Then, likewise my eyes are drying tonight
In the Imambara of Kashmir, Mirza! ***
Ask your wish, why are you shying tonight
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Disconnected is black blurred into white
making grey;
He smells like black licorice coffee,
And tastes like an old piece of candy corn,
Forgotten... Left to go bad... Unwanted...
His mother is as light as the sun on a warm summers day;
His father is as dark as the moon on a solar eclipse...
His best friend is like summer rain,
blurring everything around...
He carries black spotted white roses in his pocket,
faded blue converse on his feet, his toe sticking out the end...
His hair, jet-black hangs past his ears and falls into his eyes
like tangled ropes...
He eats dispaire for breakfast and forgotten dreams for dessert...
Disconnected loves lost and broken people...
His dream is to dance in the night away from the light and out of sight...
He moves stealthy like a wolf;
Watching... Waiting... For his next victim...
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 4:21 PM UTC
it gets blurry, it gets wavy,
sometimes things really gets crazy,
tears flow as the rain does,
don’t let everything have rust.
it gets blurry, it gets tough,
some things aren’t really enough,
turn of events may happen as the tape roll,
but don’t let everything fall.
blurred love may be complicated as it seems,
but complication is what love screams,
a love without complication is already dead,
like a body who doesn’t have a blood anymore to bled.
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Today I got lost while staring up into the popcorn ceiling
Being surrounded by family wasn't enough to hold my attention
Instead I paid a few precious seconds to the ceiling
I can't find the words to help me describe the feeling
I felt whole
The emptiness inside disappeared
For a few seconds I felt what it was like to let go, to let my mind cleanse itself of any emotion
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred
Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul,”
Which we keep hidden
A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
Blurred and twisted my world is shifted it's not the same
I'm off my flip, I feel cold like a coffins frame
my spaces change..and so do the faces names
All is engraved..still the same.. are features that have haunted ever since I was a minor...
What does he speak of is it really that minor?
I indoor spit quick metaphors heavy-ore then a cave of iron ore..pre-historically historical am a tech-dinosaur..
am kind of a connoisseur...I think of often more...and mostly for specifics..open doors to find the leak of crickets.
speak of what we eat I call it cheese and bisects...you must be getting jumpy I can hear the ribbit's
Mash up little snippets simple digits...words and phrases I'm a chemist chemically inclined, Mentally declined.
I think she needs space so I say read between the lines. Squeeze a lemon from a lie call it sit-trust..to double check please elect a witness.
Now get shocked like a hit stick...flipped with my mines thoughts that are clouds which pass then precipitate...rain drops fall down to participate in the puddle...
Instant is a rebuttal...quicker then space vacuums..or a blast from a space shuttle...hmm it's all subtle..suddenly coming by as if it were to apply to my simple human vibe.
Who is you...who am I? That is thee outstanding surprise, I speak to leap with a pride that wouldn't normally subside in my daily life...rarely I speak I just leak what I have inside.
If this catches your interest great..if not...well better luck next time...here take a glove..try to catch my next line_____________________________
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC