#poetrycontest
His curls — a heavy chain,
like the noose of a gallows.
Those tresses of his are deadly,
as if he has stolen
the softness of the sky…
As if for countless nights
he gathered the darkness
and folded it gently into himself.
Who knows how many eyes
he has taken the life from.
Swaying, swaying —
Those knows well how to pull every focus away.
And when those locks,
after playing with the wind,
fall across his forehead,
“Those who look at him end up celebrating a sweet ceremony of their own death.”
If he calls it beauty,
I call it chaos.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 2:27 AM UTC
Millions of libraries,
millions of novels,
millions of songs,
millions of poems
Yet millions upon millions of philosophies—
failed
to explain what love truly is.
But in a single moment with you,
revealed to me
the entire world of love.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
Her thoughts are like a hurricane—
lifting her from the ground of sanity
and tossing her among the rubble of darkness.
Zokhlo—
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
Have you ever wondered?
Have you ever become?
Who is a villain?
Sit down.
Look at the skies.
Look at the people.
What good is there?
Nothing but vanity.
I have lived, and I have died.
I hated, and I was hated.
For that I am.
I am what I became.
Good?
Nothing but lies.
No good exists in this world.
Only hate, love, betrayal
And worst of all: regret.
Nothing but misery.
Nothing but loss and sadness.
If you ask
Yes, I once embraced goodness.
But when I woke up
And let it go
They scorned me.
They hated me.
Why?
In their eyes, I was different.
I was a villain.
I did not bother.
I am that I am.
I once asked myself:
Is there really a god?
If there is one
Why, when I prayed,
When I begged
Did He not hear me?
Why did He not save me?
And yet...
Nothing.
The king laughs at the fool,
And here I am
Praying to nothing.
To a silence dressed as a god.
There is no god.
If there is
He watches you suffer.
He watches joy blemish.
Why worship a god who enjoys pain?
That is your god, not mine.
I will not bow to a devil.
My head is my dignity.
Curse me all you want.
Hate me for all I care
Let the world deny me.
Let god disown me.
Only one thing has stayed with me
My shadow.
A reflection.
My true self.
The darkness.
And through him
I am known.
Let me tell you a story:
A man who wanted everything,
But was given nothing.
And still he smiled.
Only he knew
What was killing him inside.
He smiled because no one else knew.
No one could comfort him.
The world didn’t appreciate him.
It pushed him to the edge.
The struggle wasn’t enough.
He tried to show he was happy.
People mistreated him,
Bullied him,
Poured salt into his wounds.
No one thought anymore.
No one ever asked:
What is it like to be the other guy?
He accepted it all.
He bathed in insults like a child in the rain.
But this world wasn't made for him.
If only he hadn't been born.
He kept going.
Yearning for love.
Praying for peace.
Dreaming of happiness.
But it was all a dream
Too good to be true.
If what the people wanted was change,
Then change they would get.
But to his surprise
They feared him.
The world finally noticed him.
Their scorn wavered.
They followed.
He led.
He was on top.
And they called him a villain.
They said, “You’ve changed.”
But it was the world that changed him.
Who is a villain?
I tried to be good.
But you made it vanity.
Now I behave like you
And you call me the monster?
I let it all slide.
But you made me this.
You created this.
Let me tell you something:
People love watching a hero fall.
They don’t hate you
They hate your truth.
Nobody noticed me until I changed.
Until I removed my mask.
The greatest enemy of a man
Is himself.
People don’t love you.
They want from you.
Become weak.
Rely on them
Watch them vanish.
Gone like air.
When you’re weak,
They reveal their true selves.
In your final hour
They forget you.
Just like they forgot me.
I have lived.
I have died.
And I have transformed.
All that remains
Is a broken heart.
If only a hero knew
What I’ve been through...
These people aren’t worth saving.
They were never meant for salvation.
Don’t speak like them.
To them you’re a freak.
It’s all a lost cause.
Vanity.
Vanity whispers...
And yet, you still die for them.
You’re not their hero.
You’re their entertainment.
They’ll strip your worth
Then toss you aside.
Mockery becomes their joy.
Hatred becomes their anthem.
The more I tried,
The more I cracked.
My self shattered
Reforged into something new.
A villain is not born.
They are made.
It’s not that I’m bad
It’s that people refuse to see
Who they truly are.
I didn’t want this.
I didn’t choose this.
But what choice did I have?
My greatest wish
Is for you to know.
To know what I’ve endured.
To cry.
To mourn what I became.
You left your savior in the flames.
And turned your back.
Maybe this is how God felt
Creating a world
That mocked Him.
He tried to call them home
But they were too far gone.
Maybe He was a good God,
After all.
Hero
When I’m gone,
Sing my deeds in song.
Let them decide
Hate me...
Or praise me.
If they sing of me
I’ll be at peace beyond the stars.
I shall sing in heaven.
But ask yourself
What have you done?
What have you made me do?
I’m not at fault.
You’re not either.
This is life.
And life
Is the greatest trial of all.
Hero
Design my coffin with beauty and emeralds.
For I shall depart on a journey.
Maybe you were meant for this world.
I shall fly to my God’s embrace.
But before I go
Let me look at the stars.
The starry night I’ve always admired.
The moon’s soft beam
It calms me.
It always does.
You’ve been my joy.
The beauty of your creation
I adored.
And I envied.
It is time.
I can finally leave
Without regret.
Maybe I wasn’t bad after all.
Maybe I was just...
Lost.
Hero,
Shall we meet again?
Maybe then, I will truly see you.
When the time comes...
Till we meet again.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 3:39 PM UTC