#grammer
They come in pairs, neat little lies
folded like promises, size by size
meant to match, meant to align
like life had a pattern, clean design
then spin and soap and careless heat
and suddenly one’s incomplete
a quiet loss, no warning bell
just half a pair left in a shell
the missing one? nobody knows
it slips away like everything goes
behind machines, beneath the bed
into that place where “lost” is said
the lonely sock still gets worn out
acts like nothing’s wrong about
dragging through days, thin and grey
pretending pairs don’t drift away
and still we sort them, still we try
to force what’s lost to comply
but drawers just whisper, folded, worn
not everything that’s matched is born
and in that drawer, half-shut, half-seen
a tangled heap of what might’ve been
one lives there still, no fixed design
a sock with issues it won’t define
a drawer full of unresolved identity issues, quietly folded in time.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
They said her school would shape her right,
a place of rules, of calm, of light,
where if she worked and did her best,
success would surely do the rest.
Her uniform, so clean and neat,
her polished shoes upon her feet,
a perfect girl, both calm and kind,
with quiet voice and sharper mind.
“Just study hard, don’t speak too loud,
don’t stand too tall, don’t seem too proud,
be good, be smart, but not too bright—
don’t outshine others in their sight.”
But halls are not what they appear,
the rules can bend, the lines unclear,
some voices rise, some fade away,
no matter what they try to say.
Her questions earn a tilted glance,
her dreams dismissed as just a chance,
too bold, too much, too hard to please—
yet still expected to appease.
She learns the truth behind the guise:
not every effort earns a prize,
not every path is fair or straight,
not every door will open late.
And still she walks, she won’t conform,
through quiet doubt and louder storm,
for though the world may not align,
she writes her fate in her own rhyme.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 4:24 AM UTC
In exam week, I sharpen my mind,
While my coordination stays… undefined.
Notes all neat, essays elite,
But walking downstairs? Immediate defeat.
My brain says focus, revise, don’t slip
My feet say “nah” and abandon ship.
Down the main stairs a dramatic dive,
Somehow still i academically strive
Gasps from the crowd, a moment of fame
My friend in tears, I’m laughing the same
"Are you okay?"
yeah, never been better,
Just sacrificed balance for a higher letter.
Pens? Organised. Thoughts? Precise.
But gravity and me? Not very nice.
So here’s the deal, I’ve made it clear.
Top of the class, but I’ll fall getting there
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
past simple
past perfect
past continuous
past perfect continuous
it's still past
how many rules
do you want me to know
it wont help me grow
thsss school
you know
it doesn't
really matter
anymore
past is past
nothing last
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 12:23 PM UTC
Focus on the good, and
Remove the bad/negative in your life. Look with *"fresh
Eyes"* and
See the beauty that this world
Has to offer.....
Except we're destroying our world and each other
Yet no one cares. We need to wake up, and
Each of us make a change---Together we can
Stop this and make our world better!
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Go out and change the world;
Only you can change you. Show
Others Kindness and end the hate.
Differences makes us unique.
Together is the way
Only way we can make this world
Better.
Everyone has their own beliefs, opinions, views
And we can agree to disagree--that's okay.
Life will be alright if we all got along.
I know it ***** and hard sometimes-everyone struggles-it
Varies-person to person, but we'll be okay.
Each day is a new day-So live it like it's the last.
(Happiness happens to when you worry
About you not what others might be doing. Your
Life is yours not others--
Live it your way and forget the rest, but give respect-
Everybody has a right to
Live their own life the way they want.
Understanding all beliefs are out there is okay not
Just your's- No one is perfect, but together-maybe
All of us- can end this
Hate in this world.)
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
*Clinging to PAST TENSE
Trying for FUTURE PERFECT
Making all PRESENT TENSE
All VERBS tensed.*
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
I measured what you could do with me,
what I thought you could do,
and I was right,
for most of it was true.
I practiced my math,
made a's and a's and b's,
I calculated your words,
tried sifting through their meaning,
I typed them up,
but my heart was just dreaming.
I practiced my grammar,
to tell you how I felt,
but you had already left.
I do my math now,
but I make c's and c's and f's.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC