#emotionalpoem
Time didn’t knock.
It barged in
ripping childhood from our fists
like a thief in daylight.
The girls we played tag with?
Now wear gold chains
and bridal sarees,
their mothers whispering,
“Find a good groom before it’s too late.”
The apus who once cursed physics exams
now cradle babies,
their laughter echoing
in kitchens we never entered.
And the vaiyas
those college gods we once feared,
we used to ask,
“How does it feel to be grown?”
Now we know.
And it’s not gentle.
It’s brutal.
It’s fast.
It’s nineteen years old
and already nostalgic.
We used to dream of this age
now we mourn it
before it’s even over.
We blinked.
And the playground turned into
wedding halls.
The group chats turned into
ghost towns.
The selfies turned into
memories we scroll past
but never open.
We are the last breath
of college life.
The final page
before the next chapter
writes itself
without asking.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 10:54 AM UTC
Siento un vacío en el corazón.
¿Y si lo arranco?
¿Dejará de sentirse?
No...
No debería intentarlo,
me moriré.
No lo puedo llenar con ninguna emoción.
Creo que estoy perdido.
Siento un vacío en el corazón.
¿Y si lo regalo?
No…
Sería un alma muerta,
un cuerpo sin sentido.
Quisiera estar acostado
sobre un suelo blanco,
ver cómo me desangro
y se tiñe de rojo.
Pero no…
Tengo que seguir viviendo.
¿Algún día dejaré de estar así?
-S.F
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
Since when I hath layed the blue orbs on you,
You captured thee.
You hath been my friend, a company.
Ups and downs you're always 'round.
You didn't leave me as doth others around.
Over powering my heart and thy soul of ill.
For you hath been my teacher that teached me good will.
Gave life to the burned and crumpled paper.
Filled the deserted newspaper.
Put colour to the lackluster painter.
And hey, I dont want to be a poetess nor a writer.
I want to be the letter that they put together.
Important and remembered forever.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC