#lifegoeson
The feelings that I keep,
Like ghosts within a room,
In shadows where they sleep,
Safe from light and doom.
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 5:08 PM UTC
Something Beautiful After
I didn’t expect to want again. Touch had become a memory, a ghost I nodded to in passing—familiar, but too far.
Then you walked in like a secret I didn’t know I was still allowed to want. Not loud. Not demanding. Just sure.
Your hands didn’t ask questions—they knew answers. Like they’d waited their whole life
to map this skin I’d buried under silence.
You kissed me like it wasn’t a reward, but a right—like you’d earned it just by seeing me
and staying.
Staying when I trembled.
Staying when I burned.
This isn’t a rebound.
This is a rise.
There’s something holy in how you undress me—not just my body, but the layers I kept hidden even from myself.
With you, it isn’t just passion—it’s permission.
To want.
To ache.
To feel everything again.
Lips like an offering.
Fingers like truth.
Breathless doesn’t mean broken anymore.
You don’t heal me—you remind me I’m already healing. That I’m not ruined, I’m ripe.
And now—now I know the difference between being needed and being wanted.
And God, you want me. Like fire wants air. Like night wants skin. Like I want you—with everything I was once afraid to give.
© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 11:37 PM UTC
He sits on the edge of the bed;
tears rolling, no reason.
Not sad —
_just leaking_.
Hand across his face,
_sniffs_, straightens his back.
Deep breath —
__Done!__
He moves on,
like it never happened at all.
“Never mind,” he says,
“that’s just life.”
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 5:57 AM UTC
"We can’t blame our fate nor the destiny everytime. Just accept everything and move forward with a smile."
Jun 24, 2025
Jun 24, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
I’ll cry tomorrow
Today I have things to get done
Too many errands to run
Tears can’t unload this washing machine
Regret won’t make a house clean
Self-pity doesn’t get the kids fed
Falling apart won’t get them to bed
If you have something to say
Just please hold off for today
I have too much to do
To spend time worrying about you
So if it’s my heart you plan to break
Break it tomorrow
Not now, not today
I’ll cry tomorrow
© 2025 SincerelyJoanWrites. All rights reserved.
Jun 7, 2025
Jun 7, 2025 at 11:03 PM UTC
My feet move forward but my mind stays stuck,
I walked this road alone before, I tried to stop picturing you with me, no luck.
Though I know you're long gone, I still see you peripherally,
A shadow seeped into the corner of every memory.
Everyone I've ever loved has a home in me,
I let go in body, but in spirit you're weaved.
A tasty snack, an even better smell,
You're in my air, in this breeze, embodying a perfect nostalgic hell.
I have new goals, new friends, new skills
From time to time I still think of our thrills,
Sometimes it's quiet reflection, sometimes its tearful and loud,
It's wild how I can still find you in once familiar sounds.
I can't bring you back but how I wish I could, if I could do it all differently believe that I would,
If I found you now would the spark remain the same?
Souls are so fragile, and who knows what time has changed.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
These faces, everywhere—
shadows in the crowd.
They whisper, they doubt,
as if I am dust in the wind,
unworthy of the storm.
And them—who were they?
Once, they were my shelter,
my sanctuary, my sun.
Now, they are echoes in hollow halls,
leaving me an empty vessel,
a grave where love once bloomed.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
I am tired of having to clean up the messes that you have created.
I am tired of the empty threats that you have given me over the years.
I am tired of giving you pieces of advice that you would never listen.
When you decided to end the friendship, without a second thought, I agreed.
It pains my heart.
However, I knew that was the right decision for both of us.
In making that decision, I had my sanity intact.
Thank you for all the good memories.
From the bottom of my heart, I wish you all the best in life.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC
At dawn
The doves hum,
The rivers run,
The mothers sing,
The roosters scream
We all continue on
Mid-day
The bees hum,
The children run,
The wind chimes sing,
The cicadas scream
We all continue on
Afternoon
The workers hum,
The engines run,
The radios sing,
The sirens scream,
We all continue on
Midnight
The clubs hum,
The late shifts run,
The crickets sing,
The concerts scream,
We all continue on
Forever
The world will hum,
The clocks will run,
The life will sing,
The death will scream,
We all continue on
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC
My dear me, this is a promise
With you to try in being honest
To care for you like you deserve
To give you nothing else but love
In looking out for needs you have
If danger comes, to being brave
To be your shield, to have you safe
You are the beauty, love and grace
Live like you want, at your own pace
You are the sun, your light embrace
If hardship comes, smile in it's face
If that's too hard, I'll be your shoulder
To save your heart from getting colder
Until the end it's you and me
I'm right here with you so let's be happy
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
When one disappears
The world keeps on spinning
The saints keep on sainting
And the sinners keep on sinning
When one disappears
Some may stop to wonder
But only a chosen few
Feel their souls torn asunder
When one disappears
Most await new dawn
But some live an endless night
Once their soulmate's gone
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
Some days it's just like AAAAAHHH!!!
"But don't worry because life goes on..."
Panic! At the Disco 2005
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Told my feelings were fake
Laughed at for crying
Brutalized for refusing
Depicted as anomalous
This is my "home"
I exploded, caught a breath as I felt the silencing
Crossed volatile environments
Misunderstood ephemeral friends
Bullied, ostracized
Experienced injustice
This is school
I performed, in the illusion of shutting silencing
Living my curiosity
Knowledge is my strength
Reflexivity makes me grow
Embracing my difference
This is my refuge
I introspected, in the freedom of their paralyzed silencing
Meet mind-like people
Discovered my emotions
Explored my preferences
Dug my family history
This is my travel
I free-fell, as in my trust I hit structural silencing
Communicating humbly
Nourishing healthy relationships
Trusting my positions
Affirming my autonomy
This is my womanhood
Becoming a mother, I urge to gather the pieces for her freedom
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
I must be made out of stone,
A stone is a good thing to be,
I have weathered wounds ,
Changed a bit on the outside,
The core remains the same .
A stone is a good thing to be ,
Nothing changes inside,
A landslide or an avalanche,
It’s just an adventurous ride,
An experience that shaped me.
Nothing changes inside,
Time has layered me solid,
A little unraveling by nature,
Is time again working on me,
Showing the grit that makes me.
Time has layered me solid,
Bruises sharpened my edges,
Water smothered me smooth,
I could lay alone for ages,
Or I could flow and dissolve .
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
Let it be what it will be then we'll see
if it all was just for nothing, or meant for eternity.
When in search for answers, look to the birds, look to the trees.
See the way they fly and the way branches sway in the wind so effortlessly.
Life goes on and we get stronger by letting go of people and things that need to leave,
and if we don't our wounds will never close and we'll just continue to bleed.
Most bleed red but I bleed black, and it is only when I need to release these words inside of me.
Healing taken place in between the lines every time I write, it ain't hard for you to see.
There's a river of silence that flows out of the left ventricle and into this body of work that soothes all hurt; burying what has died with these metaphorical lines that be the dirt,
and in time flowers will grow from this soil if I just let it be.
Letting the nature that I'm surrounded by be the guide as I listen to the voice within the breeze.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
I'm homesick for arms
that don't want to hold me anymore
-
Probably,
they never did to begin with.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC