#request
I stood by the ocean once,
back against a cold wall,
and for a second
I couldn’t tell which one I was.
The ocean kept throwing itself forward.
Loud. Messy. Unashamed.
Like it didn’t care how many times
it had to break to be heard.
The wall just stood there.
Quiet.
Taking hit after hit
like it signed up for it.
I used to think I was the ocean.
All emotion.
All reaction.
Crashing into everything
that didn’t understand me.
But some nights
I feel more like the wall.
Still on the outside.
Hollow on the inside.
Smiling like nothing is chipping away.
Water is patient.
It doesn’t argue.
It doesn’t need the last word.
It just comes back.
That’s what thoughts do.
That’s what regret does.
They don’t scream.
They return.
Little by little
they carve something out of you
until you knock on your own chest
and it sounds different.
Empty in places.
Echoing.
The crazy part is
the wall never notices the moment
it starts becoming hollow.
It happens slowly.
Quietly.
Between impacts.
But here’s what the ocean taught me.
Hollow doesn’t mean useless.
It doesn’t mean weak.
Sometimes it just means
you survived enough pressure
to change shape.
The ocean never quits.
The wall never runs.
And somewhere between crashing and standing
you learn how to bend
without breaking.
I don’t know if I’m the ocean
or the wall anymore.
Maybe I’m both.
Maybe we all are.
But I know this.
Even hollow things
still stand.
— Itz_All_True
Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
Someone asked "write me a poem"
So I wrote one about a man's comb
In fact I wrote a pair
I wrote one about hair
Then I mailed them both off to his home
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 7:20 PM UTC
Greet me
with thy Spring sprite,
fresh-docile smile.
Whose kindred whispers
woo like hymns
of lovers' tune.
Enamor me
with dazzlin',
fizzy phrases--
like doting night
enthralls, with stars,
the demure moon.
Swaddle me
within thy nesting veils
of neverending charms.
Congenial hover as clouds do--
to pacify and soothe
the brassy, brazen heated sun.
Drench my dreams--
with furor baron kisses gained.
Just like celestial downpours--
gift of life, revive the plains
in drought--with Heaven's
bursts of feral rains.
Dec 21, 2025
Dec 21, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
All I talk about is love
I need to find another thing to write about I fear...
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
I can no longer pretend,
Regardless,
I'm flexible on when
As long as it's painless
©2025
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
Lately my heart has been aching
Due to problems of my own making
Feelings I find hard to express
In a poem I can confess
Now an audience I desire
To share the fruits of my inner fire
A small thing I request
My need is great ... this is no jest
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 3:07 AM UTC
Oh dear Lord, please don’t allow anything to obstruct our devotion or love to You
but if something interferes help us to overcome it so as to Your love we can be true.
In this world we are all beset at times by so many unwanted tribulations and woes
that it seems as if they serve to lead us away from instead of towards You dispose.
________________________
Mar 19, 2022
Mar 19, 2022 at 7:32 AM UTC
Oh my lover,
Do not mind my haircut.
If you miss my longer hair,
See an older picture.
I am surely bigger than my locks,
My experience is the greatest.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
Does a flower
Grant permission
To a bee
Does the earth
invite rain
All they do
is welcome
their kindred soul
- Avinash
Nov 15, 2020
Nov 15, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Please---
shelve my wounded pride
and without flowers
with no mention or memoriam
bury me alive.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
-My Burial Wish.
Please listen to my request within my letter,
Once the time comes to make my bed six feet under:
Sprinkle fresh crimson roses upon my cold body,
Then spray me with lavish perfume made from honey.
Put a little bible within my jean pocket,
Place an art sketchbook and a pen in my casket.
Tie my gold crucifix of Christ around my neck,
Next lay my Paul Reed Smith guitar upon my chest.
Dress me in my baja hoodie I find fancy,
From Nepal handmade in the Kathmandu valley.
Clothe my legs with new light blue skinny denim jeans,
Put batacombe dark leather boots on my feet please.
Lastly, leave my gold ring on my right ring finger,
For it was a surprise present from my father.
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂,𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾,𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮...?
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 6:51 AM UTC
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 5/27/2019
Mother, you know - darkness is coming,
so lend me a lantern
that I may distinguish in the dark what is black.
That I may feel the white of the jasmines,
though their smell still makes me think of death,
but this affliction I would like to cure.
Plant the soothing flowers
and say - on the field furrows, like on a lowland meadow,
moments of happiness bloom as well
from a passage - to a passage.
Send me a letter of hope that you will be able to come
and that you will blow the candle out
when the time to wake up comes.
You will lead me by the hand because I am still a child,
and I'm not ashamed to ask you - talk to God there
about difficult matters - after all, you also
shared the burdens of existence,
here where every day is different
and where there are no sinless.
Copyright © by Wieslaw Musialowski 5/26/2019
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 8:47 PM UTC
I have a few delicate topics to discuss,
Anybody
Possessing insights
Willing to be put forth the raw emotions with pedantic as in to say self-aware,detailed approach be it righteous or wrong which you performed at the moment,will be appreciating the honesty.
Anyone please? The topic might be delicate extremely and can affect emotions upto some extent.
It is for the sake of a project of mine that I cannot elicit the conclusion of properly since I am murky in concept of the algorithm that makes the another gender work.
Help would be appreciated. :)
Thankyou.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
In a far distance land, away from humans
There you can see a great forest of beauty
A dense forest with moist green moss
And mighty trees stand proud in its green leaves
Under the warm breeze of the summer season;
If you go deeper unto the green land,
Beyond the tall trees and silence of the forest
You'll see a wondrous place a city can never offer
Because you'll see what nature's true beauty is;
There you can see diversity in animals and plants;
Somewhere into the forest, a creature can be seen
They are free to roam around in their own habitat
And as nighttime comes, they retreat to their homes
Into their own dens for shelter, protection and comfort
As they sleep and wait for the sun rises in the morning;
I honestly say they are truly a majestic creatures
Called Grizzly Bear also know as Brown Bear
They are species of mammals with interesting behavior
For they hunt and mate in the warm breeze
And hibernate in the cold winter season;
Grizzly Bear also have unique characteristics:
Because of the white tips found in their furs
Especially in the shoulders and back part,
It creates an illusion of being grizzled;
Hence the name Grizzly bear was given;
Grizzly Bears are omnivores, a plant and meat eater;
They are large, they are hunters, they can fish salmon;
They enjoy eating berries and nuts in the forest;
They are brown and huggable creatures
But don't dare hug them;
A Grizzly Mother Bears are great parents too
Like any devoted mothers, they teaches their young;
Mothers taught cubs to dig and hunt with their claws
Also how to stand up tall in their two legs!
Like how a adult Grizzly Bear living in the forest should be.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
P lease
R emove
A ny
Y uck
*Hope for healing.
Encourage those around you.
Pray, and let God...*
@desire.is.dope
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1352HRS
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
“When we prayed for no one,
no one got healed…
Now we pray for everyone,
and some get healed…”
- John Wimber
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Let me dream,
Let me dream,
Dream of a place,
Where joys have crystalize time,
Allowing me for only,
Only for a second
On eternity’s arms,
I can’t hold my sorrows still,
Who dwell restless on my chest,
A story of confessions,
My confessions.
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Where my tears
embody waterfalls,
As rivers plant flowers,
Along banks of solitude,
As well trees,
To these wondering mountains
Of mine,
Reminding me of the simplest
Of all designs.
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Oh dearest, Let me dream
Let me dream.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 3:12 AM UTC