#sadness
I make peace with the fact you were never mine
You belonged to your schedules
Late nights working
And every day misery
You were never mine
Because you never wanted to be
Still I put you on a pedestal
And in the right light
Bathed in my love
You seemed magic
You seemed almost impossible
But still you were never mine
Even when you were in my head
All my affection did was suffocate you
All you wanted to do was escape me
8h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:50 PM UTC
They don’t see
How hard I try
They just think I don’t work
Because they don’t see me cry
They don’t see
All the late nights
I would stay up and wonder
If I would ever be alright
They don’t see
Everything I give
So they beat me down
And make me not want to live
They don’t see
All the feelings inside
All the good and the bad
That I try to hide
They don’t see
The monsters in my head
The ones that will hurt me
And fill me with dread
They don’t see
That all that I want
Is to be accepted
But they stand there and taunt
They don’t see
That this is all fake
I’m not really ok
I just push myself until I break
So that I can prove
To all that don’t see
That I really am enough
But even I no longer believe
8h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 4:32 PM UTC
You said you were tired.
I said,
“Me too.”
You said the day felt heavy.
I laughed,
said that’s just how life is.
We compared headaches,
sleepless nights,
the way getting out of bed
sometimes felt like lifting concrete.
I thought we were the same.
I thought we were surviving
the same storm.
I didn’t know yours
was already flooding the house.
The thing about living in the dark
for so long
is your eyes adjust.
You stop noticing
how little light there is.
You stop asking questions.
You stop looking for exits.
So when you told me
you were drowning,
I thought you meant
what I meant.
Barely keeping your head above water.
Miserable,
but alive.
I didn’t know
you couldn’t touch the bottom anymore.
I didn’t know
every joke was a life jacket
coming apart in your hands.
You smiled.
I smiled.
You said,
“I’m okay.”
And I believed you
because I was saying it too.
Now I replay every conversation.
Every “I’m tired.”
Every “I’m fine.”
Every moment I could’ve stopped
and listened better.
I keep wondering
if sadness can recognise itself.
If two storms
can stand side by side
and still not see each other.
Because I knew darkness.
I knew empty rooms,
silent drives home,
nights that stretched forever.
I knew the weight.
And somehow
I still didn’t recognise
how much heavier yours had become.
Now when it rains
I think about how we both stood
under the same clouds.
How I thought
we were sharing an umbrella.
How I never realised
you were already soaked through.
17h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 7:59 AM UTC
By The-Drifter-From-Heaven
In life's color palette, we cannot really choose,
Life is its own painter and we are but its canvas.
Sometimes we get the blues, an ocean of rue,
We get the gray too, a color so untrue.
Life: a deceptive painter with a cruel brush stroke,
An artist that paints vivid darkness that chokes.
Though sometimes the colors embrace a lighter hue,
And give us hope for the orange, yellow, and gold,
Where dreams are made in the middle of a green meadow,
A shroud of white, life's gift in the night,
And finally it gives us a rainbow shining bright.
21h ago
Jun 4, 2026 at 3:56 AM UTC
I didn't know it would be the last time
that you held me through the night.
The last time the sky cradled fireflies.
And the moon didn't simmer down,
Gathering raindrops in her craters.
Sorrow cups the sides of my face.
Running stoney fingers through my hair.
Leaning down to press a kiss and
breathe dewdrops into my lungs.
As the pitter-patter disrupts the silence.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:09 PM UTC
Clinging--
Closer than Snow Storms
Cling to Death,
Hearing the Whisper
of a Crackle as
The Wax Weeps
Down the Wick.
Clanging--
Four Chimes
Ringing in the
Silent Night,
Searching
For an Audience.
Can't hide from
the pain in your chest--
It's deep. It has roots.
My blanket--
It used to be magic.
I would come home--
Crying,
My bed would greet me
in its usual fashion
and I would flop,
pull the edges of the blanket
and wrap them around me.
And then I was safe.
And then I was warm.
I was invisible in my
cloth burrito.
My blanket is fluffier.
More fancy. Regal even.
Queens had down comforters--right?
It's not the same.
It's too soft.
It hasn't been cried into for hours,
or filled with crumbs from snacks.
It isn't stained from being used as a napkin.
Ringing--
In my ears,
The Silence a Cold Mirror,
but Every Time I get Close,
my Breath Fogs up the Glass.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:14 AM UTC
All my life, I’ve wondered one thing.
“What is love?”
I’m not talking about the love you feel for a parent or for a thing,
Nor the love for a certain song.
I’m talking about the true love that makes you rethink the rest of your life.
The love that keeps you up all night.
The love that brings a warmth in your chest you haven’t felt before.
The love that makes you want to tell them everything about your soul and in between.
The love that shoots through your heart and unleashes energetic butterflies in your stomach.
Then I realized,
That’s what love is
Love is the thing that makes you plan out the rest of your life,
The thing that keeps you up all night, waiting for a text,
The thing that warms your chest and makes you stutter,
The thing that shoots through your heart and leaves you swarmed with butterflies,
That’s love.
True love.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
venom leaks,
darkness seeps.
shadows flow in,
lone wallows.
blackness leeching on,
******* away remaining light.
in a world of pain,
one stability.
one peace.
one love.
alcohol.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
I believe you that we’re not compatible
after all this time
Because I would have done anything
to make you feel comfortable
To make you feel safe
While you felt like caged animal
thinking about a future by my side
You felt trapped
You felt suffocated
By someone who wanted nothing
but to love you unconditionally
To build a home
To build a life with you
A life that would have been warm
Soft
And kind
When I put your feelings ahead of mine
you thought of your own comfort
your own need for escape
You chose yourself
and would have done
Time and time again every day
So you’re right we’re not compatible
Because I deserve a love
that can carry me through life
through death
through hardship
A love that would choose me
every single time
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:45 AM UTC
The sun is shining
My world is right
But deep inside
I long to cry
I feel the tingle
In my nose
As the tear ducts
Start to swell
Without reason
Sadness fills up
My mind and soul
The heart pounds
As the depression
Sets in—
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
at times, I see the cracks
the mirror casts on me,
at times, I'm left to wonder if
I'm really what it sees.
at times, I hear the whispers
crawling 'neath my skin,
climbing thoughts and monologues
trying to enter in
and at times it gets so deafening,
I can't hear what it says,
nor can I tell what I'm seeing, but
I think I see my face
growing in the reflection,
I hear the hissing wind,
I wish it could be different, but
the mirror cracks again.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Secret Love (sonnet / lyrics & links to 3 versions of the song (free)
Links (free)--
Female vocals version: https://suno.com/s/x8wXRV6wQ5dvdS8E
Male vocals version: https://suno.com/s/Gf2u4C8dkWoj0P7s
Duet version: https://suno.com/s/W1t9mxT19wBooJjv
Intro - instrumental
Verse 1 - Slow, whispered, breathy
I've stayed too long, at least a week or two,
And now I wonder, can I leave at all?
Running away is all I seem to do,
Walking the edge, afraid to rise or fall.
Verse 2 - longing, slow delivery
We've shared a thousand secrets in a glance,
Poured out our hearts and watched them drain away,
Viewed the same dream, each through a separate stance,
Soothing our pain saw nights turn into day.
Bridge - emotional, deliberate delivery
Verse 3
I am most vulnerable in your sight,
You leave no walls for me to hide behind,
You make me laugh, through tears, at my own plight,
And search for answers I don't want to find.
Outro - close mic, slow, breathy
If there's one hope I'll cling to in the end,
It is that I may always call you friend.
Sonnet & Lyrics (C) Victor D. Lopez 2011, 2026. All rights reserved. Image created from detailed prompts using Night Cafe Studio.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
The first sign was the cat
that ran up to us on the street,
he rubbed against us and lay down for a scratch.
I thought it would be that’s that
but three more we were to meet,
a peculiar encounter with an odd batch.
No matter how you pull or how you yank it,
there’s something about those blankets
that make you feel cold.
The only time that a person has one
is when it’s near their time to come;
not destined to grow old.
That night on the TV, there was Bette Midler
in one of my favorite movies
we used to say she reminded us of you.
But the resemblance to her
you said you had failed to see,
I guess it all depends on the point of view.
No matter how they sow when they make it,
there’s something about those blankets
that make you feel cold.
The patterns of the quilt may be appealing
but it’s heat and fate it’s sealing,
to never grow old.
A cardinal came the day after you passed
it was the first bird Kate had at the feed,
I said “I think that’s her saying her goodbye.”
I hope that bird’s not the last
that we’ll ever see because I need
to know you’re still around with her and I.
No matter if you deny or if you thank it
there’s something about those blankets
that make you feel cold.
I’m sure I’ll make use of it enough,
if I’m built so tough
that I can grow old.
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
So bold, beautiful, and perfectly told.
Written with such weight, sadness, and creativity.
So surreal, such sweet serenity, heavenly tragedy.
Who cares to see what ink spills out of me.
My heart is an endless line of poetry inside an old clock tower.
A cobweb in the corner of spiraling thoughts and memories.
The triumph is in the trying, so regrettably I set it free.
It's all part of my imagination.
Some of it pure and pristine.
Some of it to ugly to be seen.
So it’s tick tock, the time away.
The moon, the stars, another day.
Another reason to smile, be happy or sad again.
Battered by the storm, the wind, the snow, the rain — it’s still the same tick tock anyway.
It just takes a word from someone to say,
To make you hold your head in shame,
Or believe in magic and dreams again.
I’m just a house of cards on a windy day,
Watching pieces of me fly away.
Left holding just the 2 of clubs.
So I’ll gather them up, reshuffle, and start again.
Tick tock, the old clock tower...
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC
Why the bad life?
Was it the bad moments?
The wrong people?
Or did we simply arrive
in the wrong era?
Because sometimes
it didn’t feel bad at all.
For a while
everything made sense.
The timing.
The people.
The little accidents
that became memories.
Days moved strangely,
as if something invisible
was arranging everything quietly.
There was chaos, yes.
But there was laughter inside it.
There was beauty between failures.
There were seconds
where being alive felt almost unreal.
Maybe life was never one thing.
Maybe we just remember pain louder
than we remember peace.
Because looking back—
even the broken parts
had a strange kind of magic.
Almost like a dream
we complained about
while we were still inside it.
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
You tried me on like a jacket
As the weather changed on a spring day
The sun broke through the clouds
So you left our love behind
Running away from the possibilities
Because you're a pessimist
And this was never supposed to be that serious
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:52 AM UTC
the thoughts cut deep,
like the flesh that they bleed.
through my tears,
the cold air clears.
they fall,
and fall,
and fall.
sometimes I cry into my palms,
and think of all the people I used to be.
the girl who carried too much.
the girl who wanted to disappear.
the girl who sat in dark rooms,
hoping no one would miss her absence.
but now,
I carry them all.
keeping them hidden,
every day.
3d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
I have fallen from the sight of mortal men,
Now I am falling from the grasp of this earthly realm.
Somewhere far away in the endless depths,
Where there are no bounds to emotional heft,
When I reached the darkest depth of gloom,
Tinnitus sang — the herald of my doom.
I am Pluto now, fading out of sight,
The farthest point of darkness in the night.
I am Pluto now, frozen in the cold,
A lonely world with a story left untold.
Yes, I am Pluto now... I am Pluto...
"Call me Pluto" by Mayank Dubey
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
What haven’t we done for you?
Why do you want to fail us?
These questions have taunted me for as long as I can remember.
Why do I want to live like this?
I heard life was exciting.
I want to live and die.
I want to live for me, but I can’t.
I carry tons of responsibilities.
If I live, I live for them.
If I die, they die with me.
What am I to do?
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:24 AM UTC
They say practice makes perfect,
But I'll always be a deject.
Maybe practice makes progress,
But I'd rather break the promise,
Dig my one grave,
A pitiful creature no one is coming to save.
Eraser shavings and crumpled pages,
Every brush stroke enrages,
Take one, two, maybe third times the charm,
I think all I do is harm.
Should I give up, give in,
Let all the bad thoughts win.
I'll never be the best so why try,
I doubt the tears will ever dry.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
I hate my body
Because I’m not fat like you see on TV
I don’t sit on the couch all day
Eating chips and candy
But if you put me in a room
Of skinny girls
I would be the biggest one
Hiding behind their perfect blonde curls
I’m the kind of fat
That stays up late browsing
“How much should a 15 year old weigh”
As I’m actively drowning
I’m the kind of fat
That looks in the mirror
And has never liked who she saw
Wishes it was purer
I’m the kind of fat
That people don’t know how to respond
When I mention my insecurities
And so they exchange glances and move on
I’m the kind of fat
That fears leaving home
Because what if there’s food?
I can’t let them know
I’m the kind of fat
That eats
But I hate it
And I wish I could stop
Wish I wasn’t hungry
Wish I would just drop
I’m the kind of fat
That gets upset when my stomach grumbles
But can’t give up food
So I satisfy the rumbles
I’m the kind of fat
That no one really cares about
Too small to be a big girl
Too big to be a small girl
Caught in between worlds
A place where no one goes
Except for the girls
Who are scared and alone
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:03 PM UTC
weather is shy
i weep at her
cursed her
but couldn't stand
the idea
my last tear
dropped
love is not a choice
proper but
she once told me
"you look happy
i'm happy ur happy"
what does it mean
to never have lived
and to be unable to feel
the love
that even the birds long for
us to have
us to live that
now i look sad
like a soulless house
it has soul
because people live in it
otherwise it is just a big cluster
of material
of bricks
and of cold stones
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:05 AM UTC
i keep telling myself
i should take a step back.
just a small one—
nothing dramatic,
nothing you would even notice.
just enough
to make things easier.
for you.
for me.
for whatever this is
that i don’t seem to understand
without turning it into something
it was never meant to be.
but every time i think about leaving,
even just a little—
there’s this quiet fear
that settles in my chest.
not loud,
not overwhelming at first,
just… there.
like a thought
i don’t want to finish.
that maybe
if i step away,
you’ll realize
how easy it is without me.
how light things feel
when i’m not around
to overthink every silence,
every word,
every moment that passes
too quickly for me to hold onto.
that maybe
someone else will come along
and fit into your world
in a way i never could—
naturally,
effortlessly,
without needing to try so hard
just to exist next to you.
and i hate that thought.
even though a part of me
already believes it.
because if i’m honest—
i don’t really feel like
someone who belongs
anywhere in your life.
more like a pause,
a passing moment,
something that can be replaced
without leaving a mark.
and still,
i stay.
but staying isn’t easy either.
because every second
comes with its own weight.
every laugh
followed by a quiet question—
was that too much?
every silence
turning into something sharp—
are you getting tired of me?
every normal moment
twisting into something uncertain
before i can just let it be.
it feels like i’m constantly
on the edge of something ending—
even when nothing is happening.
like i’m waiting
for a shift in your tone,
a small distance,
anything that tells me
i should have left earlier.
so i exist somewhere in between.
not fully here,
not fully gone.
holding on
while already preparing
to let go.
and i don’t know
which one hurts more—
the idea of leaving
and becoming nothing,
or the fear of staying
and slowly realizing
that i already am.
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 2:49 PM UTC