#reluctant
"I like you!"
I wished to shout,
Something rare, right about.
A spark that burned through.
But I never knew you,
Well, it was for an instant—
We came upon,
I saw you, only you.
(And you never saw me.)
You never saw me,
I was translucent.
A shadow,
A breath between moments.
A whisper lost in crowded hums.
What we could be—
You never thought to oversee
Yet, only I hesitated.
Only I remained reluctant.
Only I remained reluctant.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
Attempting new
Creative endeavors
Reluctant at first,
Old habits fear change
Steadily pushing to prove
To myself
I
Can grow
©2025
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 3:01 AM UTC
My tongue left me lost
Telling stories of jungle and mirth
Vines around my voice
Sounds that were not mine
Leaked out
My mind escaped all my plans
Evading the minstrel of imagination
Symbolically dampening my conceptions
Reluctant troupe performance
A coy castaway
My legs marched without me
Trampled every blade of grass
Concluding I have no where left to run
No path at all
Upright disorderly conduct
On two feet
My heart forbade another beat
Leaving a bowl of dust to swirl
Aimless joys and sorrows
Suddenly freeze dried
coagulant
Without conduction for lust
Or anger
Thumpless
My life dropping out of sight
Evading the drones
Searching for me
Here I lay in this late hour
Evaporating like the rain puddle
With no where to go
On the hottest day of the year
Dissipating until
I vanish
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:13 AM UTC
I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning.
© SPRIHA KANT
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC
cold sweat trickled down her spine,
gasping reluctantly for air penetrated
her thoughts, but it was just;
she beamed upwards to sight the welkin,
relinquished— she stopped abruptly.
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 11:08 PM UTC
funny how l thought
l loved you
gave you my heart
broke it into 2
played my part
acted like a fool
you have no heart
all you do is use
broke me apart
as you always do
this isn't right
you screamed **** YOU!!!!
Aug 7, 2020
Aug 7, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
"You are late"
Said the so full of fact
Business Studies Teacher
Nicked, "Mrs Fatso".
It's like
her account's green
turns red
On the account of
Leke's grin
I'm terrified
At why Leke is never
terrified!
Cos as soon as
that was said about
Grand Pa
We saw him
no more
And from what I saw
in the poster
He changed his first name
to the same
-Pastorlee
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 8:28 PM UTC
What has literature become?
Mockery of the new age
They spit on the graves of former writers
They take their names and drag it through mud
Disgrace, distaste
Nothing fuels the flame
The elusive spark as died
We all try to grasp at fame
Only few may succeed
In comparison we falter
We are the ****** ones
left to pray at the alter
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC
gradually they go-
the idiosyncratic, the mortal, the private.
nothing is left
but desolate halls.
before they go,
the mirrors gaze at them.
two-faced demons they see.
merciless hands
in a pool of ******
i feel out of focus,
or at least a bit seedy.
breathe in, breathe out.
i don't want to fight,
i don't want to fight,
and i never will.
i fall cold.
the idiosyncratic, the mortal, the private
watch me.
"goodbye my child,"
and the silence grows ever still.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
I didn't want to see the signs so
I turned off all the light and smiled,
with rose-tinted shards stuck in my eyes,
I did anything for an easy life.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 5:14 AM UTC
who needs to learn
to wrap the tides
while the fisherman
cast the net of fire
from the darkest seabed
locked the doors of events
to keep an ancient calendar
still glowing on it's eyes
but within the time
the firts cry came
the lips of the ocean
became reluctant to return
for us to be afraid
to saw the wraith
of the fish
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 3:14 AM UTC
A bit of quandary
let in the laundry
crept for death mausoleum
where she the horror
left he the sheriff
and came her kingdom
through my absorption
here estranged life
would afford this supposition
in this place of heart
as theatre will fly to heaven
if immaterial is golden
and nonviolent always chosen
when never reluctant for change
a bill is always left in mind.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
whenever I take a step back
know that I am afraid
the past did not care for me
and I fear the future shan’t either
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
You can run
But you can never hide
From all the tears
And fears you hold inside
Now who is lost
No longer can be found
You made your way down
Three-sixty degress around
Save yourself
It's unreachable
That string of hope
You won't be pulled
What to do
Why are you here
The reluctant hero
It's you, you fear
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
In my mind, I was
Prepared for your presence.
As if you would illuminate my world and
Tear down my mental fortress;
I was prepared for everything to be
ok.
So these preparations became the most daunting of dreams;
Wonders and hopes of everything
Actually
Being
ok,
And even after you monotonously sauntered into my physical world
And everything hopelessly remained the same, if not worse,
I kept dreaming.
Months after, I dreamt.
Prepare? More like pretend,
Pretend that you, in fact, never did
Physically saunter
Into my monotonous world.
That you, somewhere, existed
In a consistent aura of love and affection,
Or even in just the sense of an ability to love would've been
ok.
You had to exist somewhere because,
For god's sake,
It surely couldn't be here;
This surely couldn't be the you I had dreamt of.
And it wasn't, it was the you that was irrevocably you
You were as good as you were going to get.
And I was the same.
Indifferent.
Incapable of loving anyone,
Let alone you.
This was the "ok" that I had so long awaited,
and I was certainly not
ok.
So I dreamt.
How long can one continue to dream?
How long until they off themselves on the realization of the inescapability of hopelessness?
How long can one lie to themself?
The reluctant truth is that every reachable
"ok"
Is really not ok at all.
ok is miserable and impossible and
ok
Ceases
To
Exist
Amongst those who are miserable enough to admit this reluctant truth.
ok is putrid and a liar because
I'll never be ok.
And I'll always say I am.
And you'll, from time to time, saunter back into my monotonous melancholy of an "ok"
And I'll never be happy.
And one day I'll off myself on the reluctant hope that there is an
ok
Existing beyond you and I;
Beyond everything that I've dreamt of.
Because none of that was ever ok.
It was only a dream.
And all I've done is woken up.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
You live your life
I live mine
I didn't ask for this
I'll be fine
Not a day goes by
that I don't think of you
In the sweetest way
I wish I could ask you to stay
You plague my mind
You shake me to the core
You weigh down my heart
like an anchor at shore
I long to be free
to live without restraints
But, without you
It would mean nothing
No one could ever take your place
You can leave if you want to
I won't beg you to stay
I promise I'll see you again
Someday- maybe a little after life.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC