#modernworld
a belly
full of thoughts—
are we pregnant with deeper truths?
and among tents and mass graves
we camp too close to death,
building final resting places
while pretending they’re temporary.
we say it doesn’t exist—
yet it exists. every hour we
deny the exit sign, yet it flickers
above us still.
surrounded by suffering,
we live in the silence of
the screams of the ******
when the dam wall falls,
we brace for cool water—
instead, throats erupt
into fountains of war.
we siege the machines,
engineer soldiers, press men
into beasts of burden—arms
shortened to armfuls of weapons.
food for thought—
my belly is full,
yet my mind is starving.
and still, we refuse
to taste the truth.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
We wander, frantic in the marketplace of promises,
hands clutching at the glittering vials of salvation.
“Here, this magic pill,” they say,
“will mend the cracks, seal the void,
and silence the ache that hums in your chest.”
We swallow hope, bitter and sweet,
but the emptiness echoes louder still,
a hollow drumbeat of yearning we cannot quiet.
The years slip through our fingers like sand,
each grain a moment spent chasing illusions.
We bow to the idols of quick fixes,
blindfolded by the shine of their certainty.
Yet, the pain whispers in the silence,
a persistent reminder of truths uncounted,
of shadows we refuse to face.
The hole in our hearts grows no smaller,
no elixir, no mantra, no fleeting promise can fill it.
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
we are waking up every day
with so many things on our plate.
Even if the whole day feels empty,
our minds are heavy like lead.
We are leaving early to live our life
but we are always arriving late.
We are ******* the air in
but we our lungs aren't breathing.
We are searching everywhere, we are trying all the time,
but we don't know what we are wishing to find.
We are living every day
but no one is feeling alive.
We are fantasising every night
But we aren't sleeping.
We are wanting more everyday
But we are gaining nothing.
We are talking about living life
But we are burdened by everything that's coming
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC
We live in the world
Where the one who
Needs to ask
"What's wrong with me?"
Will never realize
And the one who thinks
"What's wrong with me?"
Often repeats
Such is dynamics
And
The both
Needs healing
Nov 29, 2020
Nov 29, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
What's the difference
from staying in your house
and being in prison?
Why do we live in a culture
where we are players on a monopoly board?
We aren't we players forfilling our wishes or dreams?
Goals and desires
Where we watch coloured thirty inch screens
Screens of other peoples life stories
Instead of creating our own story
Why do we diminish ourselves?
Why are we players in someone elses dream?
Fear in our advertisements
Rather than freedom
If this life
Your life
Was your only
Why are you a player in someone elses dream?
Cut the ****
Cut all the negative ****
"I want to pay bills, and work a nine to five until I die"
Said no child ever
The man in the suit robs you
He cashed this in for the happiness of others
There is a world out there
197 million square feet of it
Dont chose to spend most of it in 97 feet of it the furniture of deadly comfort zones.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
Living a life for another, made by others,
Anticipating and considering all these expectations,
Especially, for the fans who tolerate the process of expanding education and inspiration,
We’re doing everything we have to do to fulfill the next agent.
We are the creators of a new generation, influencing teens with the power of our platforms,
Reinforcing the idea of an effortless motivation.
To plan ahead, we’re moving forward,
Toward the subsequent destination.
We are the driving forces of multimedia nations,
Narcissism and low self-esteem are the feelings we’re morally inclined to,
Feeling our own bodies test addiction to a single notification,
We’re living in endless rotation.
Our minds have grown accustomed to the routines of checking the number,
Of likes and comments on the recent,
Even, lurking and giving into the guilty pleasure of stalking,
If the previous line resonates, then you’ve just justified our statistics and analytics.
The only way out is through resuscitation,
Deactivating can be deemed the easier option,
However, those who signed up for it can argue that widespread messages are the modern communication for our adolescents,
Setting a model for the next, following, and upcoming conversation.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
So many people, so many cultures,
But sadly, some are made the prey for the vultures.
If you think about it, the world is full of segregation.
Why is diversity seen as a mutation?
The animal kingdom hide and run.
Hunted, shot just for fun.
Elders talk, elders whisper, look down and they frown.
They watch and they stare, expecting a meltdown.
‘’Spoilt brats, no chance of being grateful.’’
Don’t expect us to remain faithful.
Demure or flashy, seems like we can’t win either way.
Society judges and tries to sculpt us like we are clay.
Utopia; acceptance of queers and wherever we look, we see flags of rainbows.
That’s the dream but in reality, hate comments one after the other like dominoes.
All this resentment makes us feel like we’re preparing ourselves to fight the next battle Ravenna,
Why have we made the place we live in feel like it’s Gehenna?
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
Wider roads
Reclaimed our abode
Lesser spaces
More roadways
Leads nowhere
Classy vehicles
Steering for long
Congested traffic
Life comes to
A standstill
Homes push away
Further from heart
Electronic signals
Directs our journey
Everyone back home
Waits for none
This is a journey
With a passion
Without a rear view mirror
There’s no looking back
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC