#poetrywithpurpose
Think twice before you speak of any person,
not for who they are, or what they might do to you,
but for the troubles you might cause them.
No one deserves to be dragged through your issues,
or to drown in the flood of your private doubts.
Think twice before you speak of any person,
think twice before you place their name upon your tongue
just to hold them as a target for your own insecurity.
Think twice beforehand, instead of seeing your actions in retrospect;
Think twice if you can bear the consequences
that will fall upon you.
Think twice before you exploit the other person’s tolerance,
think twice if you intend to trespass their boundaries.
think twice if feeling better about yourself for days, or even months,
will truly appease you, knowing you’ll spend your whole life
using others’ image and life as fuel,
instead of changing and owning your flaws and mistakes.
We all make errors, we all have problems,
but the only unforgivable thing
is to use betrayal and lies
to acquire things that do not belong in your life.
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 1:31 AM UTC
Grace Through Mercy
In the silence between heartbeats,
Where pain once whispered its secrets,
Grace descended like morning light
soft, steady,
uninvited, but right on time.
Mercy stretched its hands
through the rubble of yesterday’s storms,
lifting the forgotten pieces
of a soul that thought it was too broken to rise.
The world shouts in hashtags and headlines,
demanding perfection through filtered truths,
but Spirit speaks in stillness,
reminding us:
You were never meant to perform holiness
you were created to become whole.
Love has been twisted,
shaped by trauma’s trembling hands
affection that demanded proof,
compassion that wore conditions like chains.
But Mercy said, I saw you before the world wounded you.
Grace whispered, I’ll hold you until you heal.
Through crowded rooms of silent judgment,
through eyes that measure worth in status and shine,
I learned to walk barefoot through criticism,
unclothed of ego,
dressed only in faith.
Social pressure tried to script my story,
but Spirit tore the pages,
rewrote my narrative with divine ink:
You are not your failures.
You are not their labels.
You are light, forged in the dark.
Grace is not passive
it’s the breath after the breakdown,
the courage to stand in your truth
when society would rather you shrink.
Mercy is the hand that wipes the tears
no one else saw fall.
In love, I found God’s reflection.
In trauma, I found God’s endurance.
In judgment, I found God’s covering.
In myself, finally,
I found God’s image.
SO I RISE....not flawless, but favored.
I LIVE....not to please, but to be.
And through every wound,
every whisper, every weight
Grace carries me.
Mercy redeems me.
And Spirit sets me free.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 12:27 AM UTC
Enough—
I am weary of your trembling lips,
your midnight sighs,
your love that wilts like a forgotten rose.
I have carried your heartbreak too long,
draped in metaphors of longing and loss.
I am more than just your sorrow,
more than ink stained with your grief.
Do not carve me from your loneliness alone—
write the hunger in a beggar’s eyes,
the quiet ache of a mother’s empty arms,
the silent wars waged behind smiling faces.
Let me hold the weight of others too—
the child tracing shadows on cracked walls,
the dreamer lost between stars and concrete,
the hands that build, the hands that break,
the hands that reach but never touch.
Do not chain me to your mirrored wounds—
set me free to speak for all,
to be the voice of the unheard,
to live beyond your endless verses
of wilted love and shattered nights.
Let me be more.
—Poem.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
Here we sit at the table,
of our life,
of our home.
It is just you and me,
to say what we feel,
to grow.
I want you to listen,
to my words,
without judgment.
I want you to see my struggles,
without opinions,
without trying to fix them.
I want you to see my struggles,
motivating me,
without pushing me to resolve them.
I wish for you to trust me,
without burdening me,
without demands.
I wish for you to help me,
without deciding for me.
I wish for you to care for me,
to protect me,
without erasing me.
I wish for you to look at me,
without projections,
without fear.
I wish for you to love me,
without suffocating me,
without binding me.
I want you to protect me,
without lies,
but with a true heart.
I want you to hold me,
not out of possession,
not by taking responsibility for me.
I wish for you to walk beside me,
without invading,
without controlling.
I wish for you to accept me,
every dark part of me,
without trying to change it.
I want us to see our struggles,
with empathy,
with solidarity.
I want that after every battle,
there is no resentment,
but peace reigns instead.
I wish for you to tell me everything you feel,
even the things that trouble you.
I want you to know,
that everything I ask of you,
I can give in return.
I wish for you to know,
that you can always count on me.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC