#selfless
today someone told me,
that I'm one tough cookie,
but here's the thing.
I think I'm the kind
of tough cookie
not many favour;
the oatmeal raisin kind,
not very sweet,
often bland and stale,
even hard to bite into.
I wish I'm a soft cookie,
the one doughy in the middle,
because being soft
makes you wanted.
I'm the kind where
people don't willingly
stick their hand inside
the cookie jar;
because
this tough cookie
isn't even worth
it to grab.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
Surrounded by people, confined in society.
If you think people are not needed,
then what gives you meaning?
Raziel Vale
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 9:37 AM UTC
It was her duty,
She knew that,
But it didn’t nullify her fear,
It didn’t prevent the ball of anxiety
From wrapping around her stomach
And choking her entrails
Tendrils of dread seep
into her chest cavity
Digging into her untainted heart
Leaving marks
She was honored to be chosen,
She knew that,
But it didn’t stop the silent rage from building
In a place so deep inside her
Not even they can take it away
It was her fate,
It was what she was born for,
Without it she has no purpose
She knew that,
But it didn’t negate the tearing sensation
Across her unblemished skin
The unbearable pain,
It didn’t stop her muffled screams from escaping
It didn’t stop the tears
Her white robes stain vermillion
The brightness in her eyes taken
Her innocence snatched away for the
Greater good
They all cheer
For her selfless sacrifice
She atoned for them
What that meant,
she didn’t know.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
I give without asking,
I stay without proof,
I build you a shelter,
Out of my roof;
I don’t need a thank you,
I don’t need a prize,
I just want you safe,
In front of my eyes;
Some love is a flame,
That burns to be seen,
But mine is a lamp,
Quiet and clean.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
(Part 01)
As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
Fingers all stretched,
your arms wide opened;
As the mighty skies
shed their solemn
tear drops.
By them,
you soaked the
veined roots gently,
until green tender
leaves dance in
delight;—
Not earning a
single smile.
But why?
Why did you
reach out your
bare hands to
get scratched by
thorns?
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:23 AM UTC
I made
my bed
for you
Jun 16, 2025
Jun 16, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
Life is nothing but relationships..
Relationships is nothing but breakup
Breakup is nothing but a heartbreak
Heartbreak is nothing but a self doubt..
Self doubt is nothing but a insecurities.
Insecurities are nothing but a selfless..
Selfless
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 8:10 AM UTC
Im alive
but I feel im not living,
atleast not for my self
I live to serve
and die to feel
I always wanted to go
to run free
like a leaf in the wind
but I sit in place like a flower
only wanted for visual appeal
thrown to the side once I wilt
my own body is
not only mine
he told me
'I need you alive'
When I first heard that
It sounded sweet
like a twisted condolance
but now I see
how my life is a commodity
some thing to be had
My mother made me with
a servantful heart
one that caused me to feel
it was always my fault
I stayed up late to raise babies
and got up early to learn how
to get my self out of the situation
because a 'woman is always more vulnerable'
My mothers own words
that meant
for me to succeed as much as a man
I would need to work my life away.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
The word beauty resonates in her vicinity, in her presence I shall escape reality.
The northern lights reside in her eyes, the rest of my life my love for her shall never die.
Each thorn of a rose I shall pick, so in her hands they won't *****
To love her was not my choice but fate, the rest of my life for her I shall dedicate.
Her gentle touch arose the lonely heart, my love for her shall never depart.
Even if I am lost at sea or during the darkest days, just her thought brings me solace.
Seems that her beauty has captured my mind, when I'm with her nothing else I try to find.
Even if we die, our love will not cease to exist till the end of time.
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
How deep does adoration run?
When is something fully selfless?
If the blade had pierced an inch to the side,
If the metal had torn through blood as much as fat,
Would the deed have been done?
If the precious life had spilled like ichor,
If the slitting had ended in death,
Would she have gone through,
The way the blade went through her flesh?
How selfless is selfless, really,
When it comes at little cost,
To anyone other than the others?
When is such harm justified?
What else to we see, and let slip?
How often to we twist and turn the words in our mouths,
Spin them around in our minds until they make sense to us?
How often to we change the core of a phrase,
Puff ourselves up with false knowledge and say that no,
I was in the right all along?
How often are we ourselves Orual,
Shunning the Gods for mistakes we’ve made ourselves?
How often to we like to think we’re Psyche,
Calm and fearless in the face of prosecution?
How often are we, ourselves, the prosecutors?
And when do we let it end?
How many times have we been no more than the Fox,
Scorning those who believe in what we call fairy tales,
Modern magic to which we love to turn up our noses?
How long does an act last, I wonder,
Before it becomes as real as the skin we wear on our bones?
How much of our reality becomes shrivelled,
Hiding in our veins the way Orual hid behind the Queen?
How many times, I ask,
Is that truly safer than the alternative?
How many of us hide behind shallow veils,
Dig the old selves barren graves?
How much of our life is no longer real?
How long will it last?
And think, for a moment,
Of the truth you may believe in?
How often does it shine like the oil lamp,
How often are we revealed and punish?
How often to we destroy when seen?
How many times, do you think,
We spend setting up impassable trials,
To keep ourselves hidden?
How many people, do you think,
Have truly past those courses?
Who do you actually know?
And who, reader, truly knows you?
How much of ourselves is a veil?
Do we even know who we are?
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC
The Weak are Martyred
The Stronge
die Slowly over Time.
It's easy to go out
in a Blaze of Glory
for a Cause.
It's much harder
to get up
and Fight the Battle
day after day
Until the Cause is Won.
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
she may have claimed
that she could always
find one of those rare
desperately sought
four-leaf clovers
amongst any cluster
that had sprouted
amidst the grass
and **** growth
of park or pasture
but never once did she
try to find one
for me
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 9:58 AM UTC
People who give love to others
should do it without any conditions. Unfortunately so many people place conditions on love for other people. That is not selfless nor free.
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 11:30 PM UTC
I've got letters in my notebook
that I've never read for you,
I wanted you to read them,
but you had better things to do..
I wrote some of them in red ink,
and some of them in black.
Some of them are bitter
'cause you'll never take me back..
I've got letters in my notebook
that you'll never want to read..
but these bitter tears that stained
them are all the love I'll ever need..
There's more to life than loneliness,
more to love than who you've lost,
more to hope than disappointment
because a blurry line's been crossed.
I wrote you one more letter..
one you'll never have to read..
It says, "The purest kind of love
is the love you give and don't receive."
Nov 10, 2021
Nov 10, 2021 at 11:34 PM UTC
Carpe diem my ***
you don't catch the moment
you don't capture life
you just take what you please
and then leave me with ease
you just do as you say
nothing really matters
not tomorrow and not today
you wash your hands
***** them up
and dry 'em on my spine
then you raise your belt
your stomach full
your brain dead
all around people are stopping glass from breaking
but your gaze is lost into the future
a future where I don't exist
and my figure is but a vague image
lost in the mass grave of shadows
you've met and forgotten
while I took on more
And more
And more scars on my back
from carrying all of your weight
but you don't see
You are at peace
no better place for you
than someone else taking the fall
Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 5:25 AM UTC
Every day at nightfall
the sun sets herself on fire
in an immaculate public display of affection.
Vibrantly glowing in shades of vermillion
before vanishing beyond the horizon,
surrendering the day to the darkness of night.
Her departure, a self sacrifice,
generously offering her light so that
the moon may shine so brightly.
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 10:55 AM UTC
for you, writing is loving
you always write for someone
you loved, love.
but do you ever just sit down,
pen in hand, cup of coffee on the side,
and just pour out your unsaid thoughts about
yourself?
for you, self-love is not selfish.
but honey, you've always been
so selfish for yourself.
how is it easy for you,
to write for someone when you can't even write
for yourself?
sincerely yours,
you.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 11:40 AM UTC
it seems that i gave you happiness,
all of it,
all of the happiness in the world,
even the little bit that belonged to me..
Jan 11, 2021
Jan 11, 2021 at 12:54 AM UTC
Swaddled within your arms,
I feel my worries rush away
from my thoughts.
I am left with only
complete clarity
about my future with you.
My anxieties
seem to simply evaporate
when our limbs intertwine.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 6:40 AM UTC
You know how stupid I am?
I let you hurt myself as long as you will become happy.
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
Everyday,
multiple times
you remind me of my beauty
because I can no longer
do this for myself.
You tell me that one day
I will believe these words.
They will eventually sink
into my DNA.
You tell me the words will
one day feel real and until they do
you will continue on.
You do not make me
feel ashamed that these words
are foreign to my diseased brain.
While you call me breathtaking
I tell myself I am not deserving of breath.
Your words restore me.
They keep me alive
until the next dosage of
your selfless reminders.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC