#poetrys
Some desire it.
Some fear it.
Ironic, isn’t it?
You shattered her quiet.
Yes — you did.
You burned through her patience,
Bit by bit.
You said you wanted her…
But got the child she tried to forget.
Her friendship — a sin.
To make her smile — a win.
Now only silence
Lives within.
Silence to write her.
Silence to invite her
Into a place
Outside this human race.
A slow space,
Grey and uninteresting —
No joy, no light,
Just quiet resting.
It moves with time,
Yet stays out of reach.
You want to write more?
Silence, please.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
The curse of not being chosen,
A heart that remains unbroken.
A person who wants to fly high,
But can't even say a moment’s goodbye.
The curse of being alone forever,
Not even able to spell her name together.
What a drag this life has become,
Is it worth it, or should I succumb?
The curse of being forgotten,
I wonder how many tomatoes I've got rotten.
Funny, isn’t it?
The writing always tells the truth of myself.
The curse of losing everyone,
Wanna hear a fact full of fun?
Somewhere a heart tries to gain,
While somewhere else, it counts the pain.
The curse of knowledge,
I wonder how people manage,
Living their lives on the edge,
All this just to earn the privilege.
The curse of feeling too much,
Even thoughts of lunch feel like a crutch.
But still, we breathe, we break, we bend,
And hope one day the curses end.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
Somewhere, promises fell apart,
Somewhere else, a new vow starts.
Someone's heart is making gains,
While someone else is counting pain.
You've found comfort in someone new,
Yeah... I think I always knew.
Your city's crowded, your time too tight,
No space for even a moment’s goodbye.
Why does the world never stand still?
Why does it always go against your will?
I'm at the verge of losing my sight,
Yet I see you there shining bright.
I see you standing there,
Facing the world alone here,
So strong, like you don’t even care,
While I still break with every stare.
My final day is here,
The sky will be bright as ever,
But my dream isn't here,
My life is lost in this player.
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?
To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.
It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.
The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.
But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.
And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
She told him
It's ok
With feelings in her heart
His black, dark heart
Down & despair
Nothing reached him
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 1:03 PM UTC
When ink is worshiped
The stories rise
From our minds,
their lives,
and the demised.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 3:31 PM UTC
When the sun comes up and the sunrise hits your face from your bedroom window.
Maybe I won't be there the next day to be the one who makes it avoid your face and you wouldn't even know.
I would be there watching with a broken soul.
but as much as I love you I will stay until I fall.
It hurts me too,
When you listen to our songs and starts crying out of the blue.
But as much as I love you I know you will forget.
Cause it's about time and everything will get easier for you.
And one day you'll remember my name and you'll smile cause I at least changed a little bit of you.
But I'll know that a lot of other people could change you and make you smile everyday too.
I'm sorry I couldn't be how you wanted me to be.
But look at the brighter side, at least you'll know that the issue is coming from me.
As much as I love you I'll sleep with an arrow in my heart,
but it will ease the pain knowing that your own is not with a sorrow.
And as I run to escape, there will be a chain around my neck, choking me to death, reminding me of who truly I'm.
A place which is not able to fit other people, a place which is dark enough to make you lose hope of an ending light.
But maybe I'll entire another world,
One with a good ending
One with a little light.
And one day hopefully you'll stop crying and you'll think about how life truly
deserves trying.
You're still alive,
You'll keep going,
And it'll be a beginning for your new life.
When the sun comes up and the sunrise hits your face from your bedroom window.
Maybe I won't be there the next day to tell you how much I love you,
And you wouldn't even know.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
a love metaphor,
‘visual movement’ is her,
concrete poetry!
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 6:10 AM UTC