#rewrite
I cut my hair
stopped talking to my friends
stopped watching that show
stopped going out
I acted how you liked
And I was silent about the things you didn’t
I grew apart from someone I knew for 13 years
I stopped eating
Stopped sleeping
I obsessed with my self of how “it’s so funny” that
I waited for your call even when I hung up
I got quite
I didn’t talk for months
I was silent that birthday.
Turning into a stranger who lived in my skin
Always listening
I spent all my silence reading a dozen
books about psychology
“There must be something wrong with me”
From that point on I couldn’t hang onto people any longer
I could talk to people but it seemed never “friends”
Bearly ‘friendly’
I couldn’t eat once again
I couldn’t feel pain
It felt like I couldn’t do anything
I shattered my self
Just to feel ‘anything.’.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 11:26 PM UTC
screaming while i soak my body
the bubbles sparsely covering
my vulnerability is so visible
did you mean to **** me?
hanging in the shadows like a ghost
haunting the places we’d go
attempting to get a glimpse of you
when our eyes meet i unfold
what does this spell mean?
spellbound me to your impressive gloat
my sweet nothings are lodged in my throat
did you find me appealing?
untie my ropes and ignite my hope
did you miss this feeling?
writing i love you notes in your coat
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 10:10 AM UTC
Oh Govinda, My saviour, My guide,
Of what avail to us are a kingdom, happiness or even life itself.
When all those for whom we may desire them,
Are now arrayed on this battlefield ?
O Madhusudana,
When teachers, fathers, sons, grandfathers, maternal uncles, fathers-in-law, grandsons, brothers-in-law, and other relatives are ready to give up their lives and properties, and are standing before me.
Why should I wish to **** them,
Even though they might otherwise **** me ?
O Maintainer of all living entities,
I am not prepared to fight with even in exchange of all three worlds, let alone earth.
What pleasure will we derive from killing the sons of Dhrtarāstra ?
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
My head is full of words;
But they refuse the streams upon my face,
They cannot pass the inner currents
to the waterfalls in my neck,
down the steady river in my arms,
to explore the five sea-fingers
around the oceans of paper.
They stall, unwilling to battle the waves of rhythm,
the dramatic pauses, the clichés,
the stanzas demanding a neat, polished finesse.
My head is just a mess;
Nothing holds shape: no right, no wrong,
no defined line for care, no clean space for apathy.
Days blend as I pour sweet into sour,
The casual joke a thin comfort against the deep gloom.
My head is full of ****
Tonnes and tonnes of it, a mounting, shapeless strain.
I can’t begin to chart its depths
or describe the sudden, sharp frustration it brings.
I have no sense of rhyme,
no anchor fixed on time,
no guiding hand of form.
My meaning turns from raw sadness to sudden, frantic glee
in less than six words.
All order, all feeling, utterly gone.
My head is an empty pit;
I write more about the struggle of writing poetry than poetry itself.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
"All roads lead to Rome"
“No outcome will change”
Not if I don’t try, I won’t cry,
I won’t quite, I won’t fail
I’ll rewrite my outcome,
I’ll reconstruct the road,
I’ll write my own outcome
“You can try but you will fail”
I won’t fail, I won’t hesitate,
I will never stop, quite, falter,
I’ll repeat it over and over,
I’ll learn, fail, and improve
"But all roads lead to Rome"
Not if I try to change it,
Not if I start from Rome
“You’ll still end in Rome”
No, I won’t.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
Mama,
the weather outside
speaks hunger.
The air whispers
in chipped syllables,
cradling my bloated stomach,
muffling the laughter
emerging from K street.
Pine trees, brittled
by their barren limbs,
hum to me their
creaking lullabies.
I've seen the sun,
cheeks fat with food,
spit golden scraps
I was never
entitled to.
Perhaps the air
can carry me
through the winter.
Perhaps then
I can finally
dream of feasts.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 2:52 AM UTC
Ponder this…
We were never born of sin.
We were born in God’s image.
And God is not broken.
He is perfect.
He is love.
He is good.
He is whole.
So we were born whole.
Sin is real…
But it is not our origin.
It is not our identity.
It’s a distortion, a distraction—
A veil over the truth.
And the truth is…
You were never broken.
You were always loved.
You are still whole.
Remember who you are.
Remember that inner voice calling you back.
Heal this generation.
Rewire our children to know:
We are not born of sin.
We are born of wholeness.
And if we remember…
Our children’s children can know generational peace.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
I recognise her hurled hurt
- pain
- frustration
- weariness
- can't wait to get out of this
in each unspoken sigh
each practiced cry
each queued curt response
that lay swallowed
and composed in the pit
of a fully evacuated stomach
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
Been havin’ sports car dreams
Ridin’ in a Volvo, blowin’ steam
Livin’ the crème de la crème
Till I wake up to the nightmare
Tired of wakin’ up poor, I swear
Gotta sleep, dream of somewhere
Somewhere… somewhere…
Man, somewhere else is where I wanna be
Reachin’ for green like my fool Gatsby
Every comedown, letdown, settledown leaves me empty
A fog of smoke from the green I burn, who do I be?
And who was it that I be? Had to have been somebody
Been slowly dyin’, workin’ nine to five
How long can I last? Maybe nine or five
Don’t know if I got the pay needed to live
Gotta get this bread if I wanna live
Takin’ a stride, lost in the forest, lookin’ for somewhere to apply
Then again, might just burn the forest, float on a smoky sky
I’m livin’ this life, strugglin’ against the current, currently
Workin’ this job, strugglin’ weekly, concurrently for currency
Grindin’ my life away, gonna end up passin’ away silently
Wanna burn fast and hard, a pyre burnin’ brilliantly
But I’m just slow-burnin’ embers, no fuel for the fire
Gotta get some more, need someone to send me a wire
These burnin’ embers are goin’ out, the light’s gettin’ dimmer
Drownin’ in darkness—never been a good swimmer
No food in the pantry, man, I’m gettin’ ****** thinner
Keep competin’ for the prize, but never been a winner
Can’t win the rigged matches unless I become a sinner
Gotta be criminal just to get myself some dinner
Still believe I can make it—call me the deluded dreamer
Gotta try and make it, live my fantasy
Or die locked in a penitentiary
For the crime of chasin’ my rhapsody
Probably just end up another casualty
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
I’ll rewrite myself
My mind,
My soul.
Anything for those
Of which I must atone.
Erasing my music,
My art,
My poems.
All to satisfy
The ones who don’t care.
Sep 30, 2024
Sep 30, 2024 at 11:30 AM UTC
As I climb from base misery
to the mountain tops of self-mastery
I'm reminded that to remove my mask
precedes these odes to flow
I found myself
on the fields of defeat
where the corridors of power
never seem to meet
You see, I had lost myself again
in that merciless unwind
which is not a new place for me
and has been working me over time
But I don't mind the mountain tops
it's where I long to go
I don't mind the mountain tops
it's where my stories flow
When I told myself again
that it's time to let it go
gotta just allow for it
for that short pause, for the plateau
Cause I don't mind the mountain tops
it's where I come and go
I don't mind the mountain tops
it's where my stories grow
So I told myself again
it's time to mend and sew
gotta try and re-learn those things
I forgot to know
I don't mind the tops but
it's the valleys where I rest
no, I don't mind the tops but
it's the valleys I like best
And we don't mind the mountain tops
cause from there we flow and flow and flow
Mar 16, 2024
Mar 16, 2024 at 8:36 PM UTC
Oops, I edit
As I go,
I take a step
Then erase it.
It’s counterproductive,
Don’t I know,
But I see the flaw
Then I chase it.
It won’t go away
‘Til the mirror is shattered,
Whether or not
It actually matters.
So I’ll cut and I’ll add
I’ll rewrite, double back
Only hoping that you’ll
Love what’s left
In the end.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:26 AM UTC
I’d tear myself apart
Just to figure out what’s inside
Am I
Out of my mind?
Can I
Take it back
Cover my cracks
And be anew?
Can I
Rewrite my song
And just belong
To who I wish to be?
If I changed all my choices
Back from when I used to be young
Who would I become?
I’m not sure I want to be who
I am, right now.
If I fall, should I stay down?
Fall, then fill it with gold
I say, fall, then fill it with gold
I say, fall, then fill it with gold
Not cracks, just beautiful.
Yes, I
Can take it back
Forgive my cracks
And be anew.
Oh, I’ll
Rewrite my song
And just belong
To who I wish to be.
To who I will soon be.
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 4:10 PM UTC
I can't really rhyme very well,
or write.
so... apologies.
[verse 1]
finally asking for some help
and swallowing my pride
friends won’t listen to me
and I’m stabbed in my backside
scared of my own shadow
and watching my every move
giving it my all despite
knowing you’ll disapprove
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
[verse 2]
writing my own hero
that I thought I’d always need.
giving him the deepest,
darkest flaws inside of me.
broken hearts and promises,
makeshift therapy.
run into burning buildings
always voluntarily
working from dawn to dusk,
told secrets I cannot keep,
work always follows me home
so I cry myself to sleep.
writing to escape this ****** reality
while I sit in silence
and question my sexuality
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
[verse 3]
sleepless nights, stick & pokes
unblocking my ex
bloodshot eyes, fake smiles,
fill the void with meaningless ***
always stopped when I said no,
but never heard a yes.
stepped outside to call his wife;
left me a crying mess.
total disassociation
lie, say that I’m fine.
googling ptsd
but denying what I find.
exploited daddy issues,
making myself small.
the silent contemplation
of ending it all.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
there it is again,
that funny feeling. that funny feeling.
hey, what can you say?
we were overdue.
but it’ll be over soon.
just wait.
ba-da-da, ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da-da
Jan 1, 2022
Jan 1, 2022 at 11:52 PM UTC
There she sat in front of me with her red lipstick on and a smile that showed off her pearly white teeth that always seemed to light up a room
but something was off
Was it the sweetness I felt, disappearing when I looked at her?
Only the tingling on my tongue after eating too many sour candies was left as I saw her smile slowly curve down each day I saw her
She had a lot of sour moments now that I look back.
I miss the fresh peppermint laughs we shared
what's left now is a silhouette
a wrapper of what we could have been
and now as I sit here looking through her
I begin to crack from the way she makes me feel
She doesn't know
She'll never know about the red stripes she left on me
can a shattered candy cane be put back together?
it might seem impossible
some parts may be lost
but with some time
I'll be back on my feet again
and she'll move on to someone sweeter
maybe a gumdrop this time
Without losing her
I would never have found my marshmallows friends who I know I can always fall back on their soft embrace
They will be there supporting me till my expiration date
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
Hold Me!
The day you met,
Is the day I'll never forget.
Those sparkling deep eyes,
Has a pain that it hides.
The smile that catches the attention,
Has the story that you never mention.
The heart that beats rapidly,
Has hidden some secrets safely.
The vibe that you gave me,
Pauses the world around me.
Hold me so close coz I want to know,
All the hidden pain, the secret, the story now.
I want to heal your pain,
I want to change your story.
Will you let me rewrite your story?
If yes, then please hold me.
-Sanjana Tripathi
@wordz_dreamer
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 11:22 PM UTC
If we vote you out we'll celebrate and throw the biggest party
Trump Baby please just go
And if we vote you out we'll buy many tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay
A vote like ours is a vote to ease the mind
We'll never let them slip away!
You've gone too far and now are in a bind
How can you last another day?
When November comes we'll have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day
A vote like ours is a vote to be enshrined
Joyously casting them that day!
You've gone too far and leave no peace of mind
How did it all end up this way?
When November comes we'll have no regrets
Of votes we'll cast that day
And if we vote you out we'll buy all the tickets from the biggest lottery
Trump Baby please just go, we don't want you to stay
Oh Trump, we just got to have you leaving, yeah
Trump baby please just go, just go, just go
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 8:24 PM UTC
STARS
They remind me
of the song I love to sing
of the movie I love to watch
of a car ride
of an unexpected night when you showed up.
Now, I truly wish we could rewrite the stars.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
_Two player game - Be More Chill_
_( One player game rewrite - Your Local Grocery Store )_
~
Apocalypse of the teens
Level 9
The cafeteria
Find the bad guy, push him aside.
Then move on forward with your books at your side.
It's a one-player game, so when they make an attack,
You know you got a backpack, gotta watch your back
Then you stay on track and
Ah! remain on course.
If they give you a smack you
Gah! use your force.
And if you leave some ********* behind it’s fine
Cause it's an effed up world,
and it's a one-player game, hey!
I like to talk about cool stuff like casettes
It's just that no one else but me really cares
I’m just a nothing in this high school scheme,
But it's no big because I don’t need a team.
I like out of print games, retro skates,
Got a Pac-Man tattoo.
Nobody here appreciates,
But soon I’ll be a student where they do.
Cause guys like me are cool in college
cool in college, yes I know.
Guys like me are cool in college,
rule in college, I wish I’d know
High school is hell, but I navigate it well.
Cause what I do,
Is I make it a one-player game!
Zombie!
Watch out!
Ah!
Wha-!?
Aww..
As loser I have fought on my own for years.
Both Nintendo zombies and these popular peers!
Now I’m stuck on a level and I wanna move on.
Just wait two years whereupon,
I’ll see that guys like me are cool in college
cool in college, won't be lame.
Dude I know, I get it-
Guys like me, they **** in college,
But I’m not in college,
I’ll be fine
High School is whack, but I’ve got my own back.
It’s me and books, I make it a one-player game.
AH-
OH-
ZOMBIE!
BLOOD!
CLAWS!
Pause.
I know I’m no one’s favourite person,
But that doesn’t mean that I can't still dream.
It’s really true, I’m no one’s favourite person
I’ll always be alone on the team
High school is **** and I don’t need (no)one conquer it.
It's just what I do,
I make it a one-player game!
Find the bad guy, push him aside.
Then move on forward with your books at your side.
It's a one-player game, so when they make an attack,
You know you got a backpack, gotta watch your back
Then you stay on track and
Ah! remain on course.
If they give you a smack you
Gah! use your force.
And if you leave some ********* behind it’s fine
Cause it's an effed up world,
and it's a one-player game, hey!
One-player game
One-player game. He-ey-ey!
Jan 25, 2020
Jan 25, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
The secret to staying clean is stay away from ALL influences
As an artist I often turned to mind-altering substances to spark creativity
Knowing that inspiration is already hidden inside you somewhere is a great reason to stay above the influence
To keep sober you must rewrite every page
The script of your life
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC