#hiddenemotions
Whenever I meet you,
the heart says
I love you—
perhaps thousands,
or I don’t know
how many times.
Yet somehow,
the words never come out.
They can’t reach your ears;
maybe you will never hear the sound.
So I pause
and observe you
quietly through my eyes,
so that
in the world of memories,
my imaginations
can never learn to die.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
"Every sort of humour takes its life from pain."
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
I am the lonely portrait— a relic of forgotten frames,
paused mid-stroke, as if the brush lost faith in its worth
My skin is painted by many words; learning how to be
tough, taking down note by hesitant note— while the music
always plays in a minor key, an echo with no crescendo,
a verse that never becomes a chorus.
I speak in shadows— duelling the lovely dark that dresses
itself as company. It moves like an earthquake beneath ribs,
quiet until it’s catastrophic, gentle until it crumbles;
paramount and omnipotent.
My tears are potent, but never that important – imported;
as they arrive like a contraband emotion, smuggled in through
brief touches, but never held long enough to feel like home.
No comfort in the snuggle, only a struggle for the struggle —
I carry a thousand reflections, yet none are my own. And still,
I try—stroke by trembling stroke— to repaint my worth without
a muse, without applause, just silence and canvas and longing.
I am the painter’s sad poem— unfinished, unframed; hanging
quietly in a gallery no one walks through anymore.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
I'm starting at the finish line,
Head spins, blood flushes through
Adrenaline bolting than sound.
Am I late blooming?
Dried Leaves seem young.
Ecstasies dance off my guts.
As I dine to the feel of butterflies
While being swept off my feet
My heart now leads my brain.
The suspense of romance persists.
Obvious mistakes embed to the core.
I guess I'm losing control.
Entanglement of emotions,
The fear to hurt is now the compass.
As the globe shrinks so small
I guess I'm a late bloomer.
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 7:22 AM UTC
A normal teenage girl
Thats all you will see
Until you take a deeper look into what is me
When you take the time
You will see I am not all what you may have believed
I am deeper than you ever anticipated me to be
So young and naive
Yet I am anything but
I have had my fair share of heartbreak and bad luck
My bad days started long long ago
In a time when I had nowhere to go
I did what I could
Yet I was hopeless and scared
Thought I was damaged beyond any repair
Then 3 years ago
I met my best friend
That little did I know was there till the very end
She protected me
And helped me to heal
Heal everything inside and everything out
I felt better then
Knowing she was there
Knowing I had someone who cared
She saved my life in more ways than one
I owe everything to her
Everything for sure
As you can see
I am far more than you thought me to be
All we care to ever see
Is what is put before our eyes
What we fail to observe
Is what is behind the mask
The mask we all wear to throw people a curve
See if they truly care
Or if they just don't mind
Taking us for just what they see
Taking us for face value
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC