#newbeginning
The men with the black sticks
had arrived under the tree.
Up there, in the nest,
the babies did chirp.
Quickly, quickly they chirped
with fear of the men with
the long, black sticks.
Two weeks before, they'd
cracked their eggs,
and now, too soon perhaps,
they had to go away and fly.
The men were coming close,
hundreds, then thousands
of black sticks towards them.
Terrified, in panic, the babies
got out of their nest.
They flapped their wings
and, all at once, they jumped.
In front of the surprised gaze
of the green-dressed men,
the babies didn't fall.
Instead,
the baby crows flew.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:40 AM UTC
One day
Everything changes.
Not because luck showed up.
Not because the world suddenly got easier.
But because
You decided
You weren’t quitting anymore.
The turning point in life
Is rarely loud.
It’s quiet.
It’s the moment you wake up
And say
“Enough.”
Enough doubting myself.
Enough letting fear win.
Enough pretending my dreams are too big.
That moment
Changes everything.
Because when your mindset shifts
Your actions follow.
You start trying harder.
Standing taller.
Believing louder.
And slowly
The life you once dreamed about
Starts becoming
The life you’re living.
The truth is
Your future
Is waiting on a decision.
A decision to grow.
A decision to fight.
A decision to keep going
No matter what yesterday looked like.
Today could be the day
Everything begins to change.
All it takes
Is one decision.
— Itz_All_True ✍🏽🔥
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
I was walking along the road,
the morning unraveling slowly,
while I saw a group of boys in crumpled messy uniforms
laughing loudly at something ordinary,
as they chewed over where life would take them,
their voices bright,
like coins scattered on concrete.
I saw a little boy standing at a flower stall,
choosing carefully
a red and yellow gerbera,
sunlight cupped in petals,
and handed it to his mother
who had already paid
but smiled and received it like a gift.
On the bus,
I took the window seat,
a front-row view of the world continuing.
I saw a man steadying a woman
as she climbed the steps,
one hand on the rail,
the other holding a prescription file,
from a gynecologist.
Perhaps welcoming a new life.
I saw a child
sitting on my left
carrying two baby chickens
pressed gently to his lap,
fragile heartbeats
he hoped to keep alive.
At a crossing,
I saw two friends
threading their fingers together
before stepping into traffic,
as if courage
were something shared.
In less than an hour
between my home and university
I saw life,
small, stubborn, ordinary life,
repeating itself
without permission.
And I was grateful
for not surrendering
to the quiet pull
of ending it all,
on October 4th, 2020.
Or in the middle of March 2022.
Or February 8th, 2023.
Or any of the unnamed days
that tried to convince me
there was nothing left for me to see.
Because there was this,
laughter in wrinkled uniforms,
flowers paid for twice,
prescriptions folded with hope,
two lives in careful hands,
shared warmth before crossing.
There was this and
I was glad
I was still here,
breathing, living, witnessing it all.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
After destruction
there is a lot to be built --
nothing to rebuild.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:41 AM UTC
Burnt, exhausted, my wings dried up
Soaring too high, Icarus was once now dead.
Drowning with my corpse, I lost hope.
My fiery eyes lit up once again.
I did not give up hope, I rose.
As the Phoenix rises upon its ashes, it begins to soar greatly once again.
It did not falter.
It did not fall.
It soars up high once again, but did not fail.
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC
A white light shines the sky
From midnight blue to Persimmon orange, the morning twilight starts
A hopeful, blissful face basks in its glowing rays
Coffee brown, golden, sparkly skin shines with a glow like no other
Aug 13, 2025
Aug 13, 2025 at 3:20 AM UTC
Please water me says the land,
I'm filled with crooks and cracks
Bring peace by showering rain
Let me forget all the sorrows and pain
Mold me in a beautiful way
So that people could see and say
IT WAS BROKEN NOW REDMADE
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 8:57 AM UTC
She and I kissed a lot on our first date.
With each kiss I felt more than a spark but a calming flame.
With each kiss we got more comfortable being around each other.
We went to the cities and got lunch together.
We went to the park and talked for awhile.
The date turned out better than I imagined it to be.
Our second date is next Wednesday.
We held hands at each location we went to.
Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 10:35 AM UTC
In the glow of midnight's chime,
2024 dawns, a rhythm divine.
Stars whisper secrets in the sky,
A canvas of dreams, soaring high.
Resolutions dance in hopeful eyes,
Like fireworks that light the skies.
A tapestry woven, threads of change,
New beginnings, a wide-open range.
Clocks reset, a chance reborn,
Embrace the dawn, a brand new morn.
Hopes sparkle like the year's first dew,
A symphony of possibilities anew.
Reflect on lessons, bid farewell,
To yesteryears, where stories dwell.
Tomorrow's pages yet unwritten,
In the book of time, we are smitten.
Let laughter echo, let joy persist,
As the calendar turns, a fresh twist.
Carve your path in this unknown,
A journey where seeds of dreams are sown.
So, raise a toast to the unseen,
To moments yet to be, serene.
In the melody of the turning year,
May your heart find its cheer.
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 5:44 PM UTC
Why are there people dreaming
of hell, a formless world
with leafless trees, beastly
people, thirsty victims
theatres where the murders are real
and of slogans written in blood?
Why do they fantasise like this
about a better life
about a new beginning?
Why are there people dreaming
of freedom, equality, fraternity
without prelates and politicians?
Why don't they sing
the song of humanity
Why
do they numb themselves
to explode
their pettiness?
Jun 8, 2023
Jun 8, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
I am that woman
who takes a few steps and then
stands still in the wind
on her face, my skin
feels the world
new, the cherry trees
this walk to the store
on the corner around the corner
cars parked next to the sidewalk
are so much more than the view
of the windows all around, the gardens
chimneys and clouds, the wind
on my face, my heart
touched, pounding
in my throat, three times
I take a deep breath, only then
do I walk along the traffic
away from the cherry trees
to the store on the corner
around the corner
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 3:27 AM UTC
I haven’t forgotten
the sound of your voice
or the way lines form
next to your eyes
when you smile
Though
I’m sure you’ve forgotten
those things about me
and everyday that passes
I think less and less
about that
or whether or not
you think of me or
if you lose sleep at night
like I did over you
The earth still turns
the sun still shines
and today is still today
with or without you
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 4:03 AM UTC
And then
quite unexpectedly
the sound of your laugh
unties the knots
I have been keeping around my soul
your eyes
are intense
and I’m scared
don’t make me regret this
please.
“Hello.”
Jan 2, 2022
Jan 2, 2022 at 12:54 AM UTC
Freedom from your ties
I have silenced those lies
in my head from your attempts
to convince me I'm the bad guy
It's been nearly 2 years
Yet on and off I yearned
To hear your voice say many things
For the closure it could bring
But I got it for myself
my heart I did weld
back together all on my own
For so much I have grown
Keep Moving Forward
I used to be so tortured
But I left behind your baggage
Now I can take advantage
Of my new mind and body
No longer foggy
The rain has passed
Relaxed, enhanced, I have finally advanced.
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 11:01 AM UTC
At 3 AM, passion strikes
All the things you wanted to do
All the things you've failed to do
Everything all at once
It's all gone now,
Haunted mamories
Yet it's very much alive
Beating, pounding; still hurting
We're going through it again
Just like we did yesterday
Let go of what you can't control
And give your all for what you can
Cry for what you've lost
Fight for what's still there
Surrender to the pain
But hold on to what you've gain
Giving up, it is a gift
Of freedom,
Of starting again
Releasing to make space
Giving up is starting again
To not give up of what's left:
Under those failures and pain,
Your dream and calling remains
Come now,
Lay it down
And start anew
'Tis the day of endings and beginnings
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 3:59 PM UTC
The wasted years — four years of my life
Demons of mind, battles I'd to strive
The poor choices and all my hidden fears
The mess of my life and unseen tears
Blue Eyes begin to strain and heart starts to race
Can't even face family, friends and a crowded place
Shivering body and a bunch of crazy thoughts
Tightened chest and heavy breathe, the drought I'd fought
Finally, it's all over wishing a happy new year
It's the end of 2018, the month of December
2019 — a new beginning I've been waiting for
2019 — a new beginning I've been waiting for
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
Writing a new book...
With new characters...
And new story line...
I have been fooling myself...
Holding on to an older book...
With past characters...
Which have already wrote new chapters...
Without me...
May be it’s time for me be part of a new book...
And not the rusty old book...
Even though the rusty old book was once my life...
Let you be reference for my new one...
Not my griefs or broken promises...
— Joanna Adam
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 8:42 PM UTC
Send me back to where I belong
Cut the wings you made of feather
I cannot live where I feel wrong
I’ll never stand this change of weather
Make me feel good once again
Let the aching leave my head
I feel the dribbling down my chin
While trying to sleep in my so-called bed.
.
.
.
.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
Warm Summer Day, 2018
Sun on our backs, Wind in my hair
Sweet tea kisses, Sunshine smiles
Ed Sheeran and Slow dances
Twinkling blue eyes, My glimmering brown
What goes around comes back around
Hot Summer Night, 2019
Piercing words, Thorns sticking out
Waterfall tears, Red hot anger
Secrets and lies coming to the light
Your true colors showing as bright as the 4th of July
Cutting you completely out of my life
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
I beheld the pale rose
Ethereal, yet cold.
Meant for summer
But betrayed by the winds of winter
it laid claim to her joy
And by it rage her head bowed low
As rain, tears became a torrent, cascading and pulling at her soul
Her heart was scattered
Like petals in the breeze
As shards they are sought and collected by the lowly
Guarded in vessels of hope
Awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
For spring is here and winter has passed
The tears have made her strong
In the warmth of the sun she will raise her eyes again
The laughter of her kin will call as a new morning
For where there is life, there is hope
And the chill she will feel no more
The moon light will dance upon her skin
No longer cold, but lovely
Ever the pale rose
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
_
someday, someone's going to come along
and set a fire within my
heart that can't be put out.
someday someone's going to
restore this broken heart.
someday, someone's going to
walk me down the aisle.
some day, someone's going to give
me the world.
someday, someone's going
to give me a reason to say
"i love you" and mean it.
someday, someone's
going to give me a new beginning
and make this heart
alive again.
_
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
What was I thinking wasting my time with you
I can’t wait to shed my skin
I can’t wait to give to it to the wind
You ****** my soul and left me thin
I can’t wait to shed my skin
What was I thinking letting you in
You took my heart and left my head to spin
I can’t wait to shed my skin
Seventeen years wasted, gone like the wind
Just like a scorpion it hurts, when you sting
I can’t wait to shed my skin
No more tears I won’t give in
You’re a Narcissist, I won’t let u win
I just can’t wait to shed my skin
Filled with feelings of misgiving
I won't fall for your gas-lighting
God please help me to shed me skin
I Pray, I Pray for a new beginning
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC