#improvement
Sometimes in life we hit a wall
Admit defeat, embrace the fall
We fall from what was in our view
No longer it’s in reach of you
Broken promises, broken dreams
Feel so helpless, ripped at the seams
The wrong path we take and we choose
An easier way, fail to move
Onwards, forwards or upwards so
Habitually we turn and go
Back a step, then two, three steps more
Whilst locking bolts and closing doors
At the time we think that we are right
Done all we could but lost the fight
Which then in turn causes more pain
More heartbreak, we struggle again
Till one day comes - that day we feel
Stronger, focused, somewhat healed
The words we speak sound much the same
Empty declarations again
But something’s changed, yes, somethings moved
Inside of you, this time we prove
Those times we failed, we hit a wall
Weren’t lessons lost, they were the fuel
The fuel needed to make a change
That day we wake we’re not the same
We found the strength we thought we’d lost
We followed through at any cost
We kept our word, we faced the day
No longer chose to live in pain
Actions taken from dusk till dawn
With one small win, then two, three more
We notice how inside we feel
That’s something’s deeper, something’s real
That day did not arrive by chance
Hold on to it, make sure it lasts
Because that day we found the light
That day we learned our wrongs from rights
We moved with purpose, moved with grace
That day we learned to win the race
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
A silent and obsolete affirmation
Creating a haunted isolation
Visiting doubt holds the hand
Troubled waters even and retreat
Some solitude being granted
Your fight nears it's ending
Your mid stroke through a proverb
Decision and ambition revive their humming energy
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC
I met the girl I once was, for coffee today.
Her eyes wide with wonder, yet heavy with doubt
“What happened to the stories you wrote?”
She asks with a tilt, her words catch my throat.
“Did the tales of romance drift away?
Or do they still dance in your thoughts some days?”
I smile at her, then sip my mocha,
The quiet mornings are now part of me.
“I draw less, dream softer, but still I try,
To shape a life where my passions lie.”
Her frame is cloaked in a big T-shirt,
Baggy jeans hiding the body she hates.
I glance at myself, a dress that flatters,
Learning, now, how to honor what matters.
She studies me, searching for signs.
“Does the quiet fill you with peace or ache?"
"Do you ever find light in your mistakes?”
“Both,” I reply, “I've grown to know that life is a balance of ebb and flow.
But love… oh, love, it’s a lesson twice learned.
Her laughter fades, replaced by thought,
“You still believe in the magic you sought?”
I nod, for the girl who sketched the skies,
Still lives in the woman who now strives.
“And the clothes?” she teases, glancing my way,
I chuckle and say, “I’m learning each day.
To dress like a lady, to love the view,
To embrace the self that was always true.”
“Will we be proud?” she asks with grace,
I see in her eyes, my younger face.
I take her hand, a bridge through years,
through all our doubts, our love, our fears.
“We are proud,” I say, soft and true,
“For we became the dreams we once outgrew.
The girl you were, the woman I am
Not perfect, but whole, and that is enough.”
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC
I watered myself weekly
Still my leaves drooped with hurt
So, I purchased the latest plant food
And sprayed its drops in my dirt
I nourished myself regularly
Still my green shoots turned gray
So, I purchased the sharpest shears
And clipped all the bad parts away
I manicured myself doggedly
And my stem remained sterile
So, I purchased a colorful ***
And hoped new mix would make me fertile
I altered myself somberly
And my plant would not sprout
So, I moved myself to a different window
And wished that light would outshine doubt.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
What are we left with when all our masks shatter?
What does the mirror echo when our reflection seizes to exist?
What does the soul hunger in the depths of an endless void?
What does our root seek amidst the face of uncertainty?
What does our sacral desire when meaning evaporates?
What does our solar plexus requires in the loss of self?
What does our heart longs for when it loses its rhythm?
What does our throat scream when it is voiceless?
What does our third eye still sees when we stitch it shut?
What does our crown hold when we finally surrender?
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
Day sleep
Consistently
Head in the sand
And underneath
If I want to be better
I'd need to remember
To see myself clearly
In every wherever
I'd need
To actually be me
No matter how heavy
Or tired I might be
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 7:35 PM UTC
allow yourself to live to the fullest,
change your mindset,
don’t lock away your emotions.
feel everything deeply,
empathize fully.
**** your ego and love others.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC
Many a mistake, I've made
But that need not necessarily be bad
Because, a lot I've learned
Whenever I've failed
I feel I can handle anything
And need to fear nothing
Because, I've seen the worst
Though I'm yet to see the best!
Many a mistake, I've made
To my struggles, you'll see no end
Often, do I trip and fall
In my court, never is the ball
But I'm slowly improving
My personality is developing
Yes, I haven't tasted success
But I'm certainly a work in progress!!
Many a mistake, I've made
But I know I'll come good
Only a matter of time
Please, give not a ****
About my past failures
See my improvements
Big and small
I rise after every fall!!
Many a mistake, I've made
But the world won't end
After all, life is up and down
And I'm definitely not alone
We all make mistakes
In fact, that's the best path to success
More important than learning what to do
Is learning what not to do!!
Many a mistake, I've made
But immensely, they've helped
I am battle-hardened
And will go to bed
Knowing I've done enough
To handle the rough
Soon, will the smooth come
Again, only a matter of time
I repeat, many a mistake, I've made
But ultimately, I've learned
That's all that matters
Thank you for your patience!!
Jul 29, 2025
Jul 29, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
I was surrounded by darkness.
I closed my eyes, hoping for a saviour—my knight in shining armour.
There you were, showering me with love and care.
There I was, blinded by my own glimpse of imagination.
When times were tough, I closed my eyes and ran into your arms.
You held me close and wiped my tears; I felt so safe in your embrace.
I didn’t want to let go, even when I knew you weren’t real.
I gave you a name, added yours to mine.
I gave you a family, added me to yours.
I gave you a job, and associated with you.
I gave you a dream, and helped you follow.
I made you a hero—and me, your heroine.
You were so perfect, so charming.
You had all the answers to my problems.
The voices around me told me to wake—but I couldn’t, wouldn’t.
Because some part of me knew I’d lose you the moment I did…..
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:53 AM UTC
running myself ragged
i won't stop until i grasp it
pondering won't solve anything
pigeoning at least brings me peace
even when i'm tired i'll keep going
don't worry anymore, jellyfish
May 6, 2025
May 6, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
When water became water, not lemon and lime,
I drank for the pleasure, not to pass time.
When bread became bread, not pizza and cake,
I'm hearing my stomach, and it needs a break.
When danger becomes danger, not fear on a screen,
I stopped checking corners for foes unseen.
When fire becomes fire, not mirrors and smoke,
my friends sit together, and nurture our hope.
When food becomes famine, and future unknown,
we'll treasure our friends, instead of our homes.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 7:34 PM UTC
Hope is for the hopeful
pain is for the hurt
fear is for the child inside
sweat is for the work
song is for the listener
and voices for the listened
Home is for where love resides
only found inside.
In the images we create,
we ****** a part away from fate.
In each act we are alive
and in between our quiet minds
will find some reason we are silent
thoughts turned dark, thoughts turned violent.
Prayer for the faithful
soaring for the soul
how can we bestow these gifts
isn't that the goal?
Not to ask the bird to fly,
the wolf to bear its claws,
but to ask the kind to fight
and the killer to know remorse.
To change one mind might seem so modest
of a billion minds on the planet,
But even to change a single mind
would improve the world that we inhabit.
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
Who decided it was crazy,
To capture yourself in a poem?
I must have missed that part,
When I read the rulebook you wrote.
The fact is I am a defacto poet,
So when I write poems that you read,
Don't slander me like you could do it better.
So hold your tongue,
Till it's your poem you read with it.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
So I did it again,
once again I played the victim.
I did it ever so slightly but her eyes are too clear;
as she knows better.
My Character is my greatest fault yet my greatest beauty.
I am working on it, we are working on it,
He is working on me, He is working through me,
yet when I fall, I fall so blatantly that all can see.
I lock myself in my mind.
Replaying moments of:
what if I did; what if I did not.
NO.
I am wrong.
I have come to the conclusion that most times I am wrong.
Growing older I must accept that I am wrong and seek to change
this mindset that causes me to act out of line.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:16 PM UTC
savoring earl grey
my pen rests
between Masters
Jan 10, 2025
Jan 10, 2025 at 10:16 PM UTC
Composed of fragments large and small;
A patchwork heart that learns to crawl
Through tangled fears, and broken dreams.
Like art from tears—not what it seems.
And while my seams are pulled apart,
By my own, ***** little heart—
With fractured thoughts and restless mind,
the damage wrought, will mend in time.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
I gaze as the Sun retreats to its hollow cavern of darkness,
The stars a faint reminder of the vast emptiness that lies beyond.
A dove flew across my view,
And a daffodil gently landed on the windowpane.
Yet, it wasn't long before I realized that the Sun had set before it even rose.
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 4:22 AM UTC
Euthenics is the slender reed of hope or recovery. Pretty visitors adept at taking what should be morose and converting it into something resplendent.
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
I built it with wisdom
So that it may survive criticism
I built it with caution
So that it may retain perfection
My love saturated in every action
Every pain , impending completion, erased
Due to this fatal attraction
Every piece Harmoniously placed
And finally I rest
Seeing your immaculate function
Shall I run a test?
To temper your reactions
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 5:27 AM UTC
that deadened fingernail
first damaged long ago
not quite a lifetime but
time enough
to feel that way
is showing signs of regrowth
partially shrouded but visible
beneath the lingering ruin
the fingertip was caught
ensnared and pressed
more firmly than
could be endured
though care was provided
the bruising ran deep
and undermined any chance
of this body's repair
unexpectedly
and unimaginable
in spite of this layer
of lamented keratin
there stretched forth
a sudden burgeoning
a crescent of cuticle
and lunula
telling of the strength
of the fingernail to come
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 7:20 AM UTC
I saw a Way, forward
and cloaked myself in the skin
of a Digital dimension.
I began living
cloud-soaring and ascending soft
then the headset came off.
Now curtains are
retreating, from the light streaming
into my shrinking eyeballs.
Ow! To whit, I prefer
to refer to it now as a Path.
Plans fail, but
Paths diverge.
Feb 13, 2021
Feb 13, 2021 at 10:53 AM UTC
And yet despite the reciprocities of man, we are still at war.
Not at war with other nations,
Not at war with our governments,
Not at war with our neighbors,
But at war with ourselves.
The war that never ends is the war that is fought inside ourselves.
We all know that this is something that exists,
We all know that this is something that shouldn’t change,
We all know that sometimes war is too great for ourselves and we seek help.
But the war is something that we all agree should remain.
Why I ask of you,
Why must this war remain?
Is it so that we can constantly better ourselves through repeated questioning?
Is it so we can work to create turmoil in our minds in which we must struggle through?
Or is it so we have a reason to perpetually push ourselves to improve so that we may reach a certain goal?
This is an answer that will forever remain for it is different for the individual.
But it is my belief that thanks to these inner wars, we may improve as a society, no, more so improve as a species.
Through self improvement, through self turmoil, through self questioning, we may force ourselves to change, to become the person or entity in which we wish to become,
And if everyone was able to achieve this goal,
Either it be through our own desires, or the desires of our circumstance,
We can improve others, thanks to the experience one gains, and due to the natural human desire for social contact.
But not all inner wars lead to this outcome,
Many of them lead to selfishness, entitlement, or even apathy for their fellow people.
Saying that we should leave behind our earthly values, or a physical addiction is not what I’m implying here.
I believe that we are all allowed to have some selfishness, some amount of self entitlement, and even a small amount of apathy for people.
We do not need to feel empathy for the people who have wronged us, but we shouldn’t ignore the reasoning for them doing so, we can learn from their mistakes and teach it to others.
Being too selfless leads to self destruction due to giving too much of yourself away for the sake of others, this leads to a mind that will sooner than later crumble under the stress of pleasing those around them, and even sooner a body that will start to fall apart from beneath them.
A small amount of self entitlement leads to knowing one's self worth, if you have no entitlement then you lead to being too selfless, and leads you to become used by those around you.
How?
By allowing yourself to do the tasks or the jobs that nobody else wishes to do, yes it's good that someone does those things, but letting someone do it for too long and their mind too will lower itself to the trash tasks and will become trash itself due to repeated exposure.
The inner war that we all face, that we all have, and that we can all see,
It should be discussed,
It should be allowed to be seen by others,
It should be a way for self improvement.
It should always remain.
Jul 2, 2023
Jul 2, 2023 at 4:29 PM UTC
Why are you afraid? Afraid of letting the world have your taste!
Zipped! Living in a bubble. No acquaintance with the world!
When did you lose the curiosity? It makes you alive
Your veil of ignorance makes you think they are monsters out to get to you
Look deep! Look deep!
The world is you & you are the world
It's a mirror reflecting back what's inside of you
Bring clarity! Bring clarity!
And tear away that veil
Look within, then look away
You may find yourself in a different being!
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 10:04 AM UTC