#iwonder
Am I just like a cake?
I'm fun, I'm happy, I'm good, but only when it's convenient.
I'm only searched for a few times for certain occasions,
I'm there when you're with alone, celebrating, with friends if I'm lucky.
but the rest of the time, for what am I needed?
Maybe I'll be in a few videos every now and then,
But videos with the same person and another food will always be preferred.
You'll destroy me, layer by layer,
You'll make a mess out of me, and then leave until you have to clean up,
Frosting, crumbs and sprinkles will be all over the place, just like my emotions, thoughts and feelings.
You'll enjoy me when the time is right,
And then leave me behind when you finish everything I've given you.
I give and I give, just for people to leave.
I'm enjoyable, fun to be around while it lasts but,
it's never forever.
Just like a piece of cake, it's gonna end sooner or later
Just like your love for me.
So, every night, I wonder,
Am I just like a cake?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC
do you ever stare at the computer
an endless gaze into white
That feeling of indecisiveness
How can I turn my emotions in genius
I wish that moment
Could be a poem
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
I look around
and wonder
Why am I forced
into this
scripted realm ?
Why do I have
to fit in
Some timeless motif
My disproportionate desires,
Makes me a misfit here.
All I want to do is
chase the bizarre dreams
my heart longs for,
and go far—
far away from
all this realm.
I wonder,
if I can be in my own
Quiet constellation—
Where nothing is
etched in order.
Where music
hits my heart
and I can dance,
sing along —
and just live.
But i’m stuck here
Sinking in this chaos—
Not living.
Just breathing.
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
I wonder how much would change
I wonder how much we could do
If we stopped trying to rewind time.
Would you be happier?
Would your soul be more whole?
Would you feel more or less in control?
The truth is, nothing good can come
From living in the past
In a world where nothing
is meant to last
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 5:11 PM UTC
As my body gets weaker,
my mind grows stronger.
But I can't help but wonder how much longer my heart can hold on.
Hold on to the faith, to the dream.
But more than anything,
I wonder how much longer the love in my heart can hold on to me
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 6:53 PM UTC
The seconds, minutes, hours pass by.
And yet, after all this time,
I can't help but sit back and wonder...
"Why?"
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 7:13 PM UTC
what is the point of being deep
if nobody dares to dive its depth?
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 7:38 AM UTC
I wonder what goes
Through your mind
When someone
Mentions my
Name to you.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
I wonder where you are
I wonder where you've been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again.
I wonder if you miss me
As much as I miss you.
I wonder if you dream of us
And all that we've been through
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 10:08 AM UTC
I wonder if you write poetry about me too
Since every poem I write seems to be about you
I wonder if my smile makes your day
If hearing my laugh makes you want to stay
I wonder if you light up when I walk in the room
If seeing my face makes your heart go boom
I wonder if your pulse speeds up when we hug
If you've fallen into this hole we've dug
I wonder if you want to take my hand
And forget everything else that you had planned
I wonder if you think about kissing me
If I'm who you want your first kiss to be
I wonder if you feel these same things I do
I wonder if you just might love me too
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
I wonder if I could Speak from my
Eyes
And See from my Mouth
Would I have Worded any of
My Decisions better?
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
All great stories have a beginning , a middle & a end,
But not necessarily in that order.
I wonder what metaphor you should be,
Like I wonder if our story is just at the beginning or just at the ending.
Or if there is a fairy tale ending.
THE END .
What is on the last page of a book was on
The first chapter of ours titled rejection.
I wonder why I had to laugh to the sound of no
Just to make this easier for you
I wonder is this the false face of a lover,
Simply to care.
I wonder am I allowed to use the word love
When our story together never really began.
I wonder if there is an alternative to the two paths I can take,
Like I wonder do you realise my meaning behind how 'I want to watch you grow',
If the two lesser roles you had offered to me is mine to pick to be stranger or friends
For the lesser plot of our Middle,
Let me explain,
I wanted to be somone special in this story
If you allow me to.
But instead I'm probably going to be
Like a social therapist,
Like a guardian angel,
Like a hero who does not wear capes.
But instead I'm probably going to be
Always listening and never fixing,
Always blessing but never protecting,
Always changing and never rescuing.
I wonder why you can be so certain,
I wonder was it easy for you to edit away at this life's story
I wonder if you Know why you re called a baby chick?
You're like a baby chick who has yet to grow out feathers
Like a chick that does not give out hope,
Cause hope is a thing of feathers.
I wonder if this relationship is at the ending or at the beginning?
P.S. you ****
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
I don't think I love you.
I shouldn't.
We are wrong in every way but
you are the one that took my innocence.
At first it's what I wanted.
But now, sitting here under these stars you once deflowered me under,
I realize that the greatest pain is knowing that
I wasn't the one you said goodbye to as you boarded
for England.
I lied though because the greatest pain speaks louder.
That I cannot be rid of the thoughts of you.
The sounds you made me spill
I never knew I could sing so beautifully,
and you were gorgeous when you looked at me.
Eyes so bright and kissing me as if I meant something to you.
I cannot say I love you but ****** it sure feels that way.
And these thoughts will not leave
you kissing my neck as I watch the stars dance
and we become them.
You don't think of me do you?
Not as I do, surly.
These thoughts, they'll haunt me.
You left without them.
You left me with them.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
We are like
leftover love for dinner
have a bit,
winner, winner,
I have a Magic Kitchen
it's really bitchin'
& so bewitchin'
so much better the next time,
or prepared inside a rhyme,
add a bit of needed time,
reheated for
when it's breezy
or even freezy,
warm and cheesy
easy peasy
nice & squeezy,
accompanied by
a simple salad
a soft playing ballad
we have some
arugula dressed up
& maple roasted roots
emmmm,
so yummy yummy,
for my tummy,
making yummy memories
& love...
a private room for two,
right here a there is a booth,
in lovely pomegranate vintage dresses,
my lovely silken raven tresses,
lips taste of the sweetest wine,
my tongue & you are intertwined,
followed by
Ben & Jerry's ice cream
Sunday's,
& once again love
on Mondays,
every day with you a funday,
would you be
my love come one day?
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
I wonder if I stopped eating,
Would they notice?
I wonder if I stopped laughing,
Would they notice?
I wonder if I stopped loving,
Would they notice?
I wonder if I stopped talking,
Would they notice?
I wonder if I stopped trying,
Would they notice?
I wonder if I stopped breathing,
Would they notice?
Because I wouldn't.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 10:50 PM UTC
I know that you are a poet
I know that I don't matter to you
I know that I didn't really matter to you back then either
But back when I was actually on your mind
When I was under the impression that maybe you cared about me
I wonder if you ever wrote a poem for me?
I sure wrote many for you.
That's all I know.
I'd like to burn them with you now.
Along with all the memories and feelings.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 2:37 AM UTC
I wonder if when Thomas Jefferson scrawled out the Declaration he could see the world that I have come to know.
I wonder if he would understand the nation that would blossom from under his inflammatory words.
Would he know that the world would never be so simple as black and white if only because a racial lawsuit might come from it?
Would he see the world burn up in a digital fire that no nostalgia would ever be able to quench?
Would he know the society that would simultaneously spew rantings of "You're special" and "You are never going to be right enough to live here"?
How about that war that taught the people that it's okay to hate those who fight so that you can love another day?
Or even the world that has severed so deeply within its own walls that you can only hold on to you hearts and hope that might not be severed too?
I wonder what this man could have been declaring so seriously that he would send men to war for it, just to have the papers he and his dear friends were writing on be the shield that politicians might use to prevent their fallout.
Freedom is not objective. And Subjectively speaking, this freedom we've been given comes with about ten thousand terms and conditions that none of us are going to read anyway because this is Amurica and we don't do that here.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC