#stubbornness
You want survival?
That’s not enough.
I want ********** of my own **** narrative.
I want the world to know I didn’t just live,
I bit back.
I will devour this world with grace.
I will bite down on grief until it tastes like honey.
I will tear joy out of the mouth of everything that told me I couldn’t have it.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:10 AM UTC
I refused
To listen to friends and family
Who warned me what will come
I refused
To look at the signs and flags
That told me to go back
I refused
To make boundaries and lines
Out of self-respect
I refused
To stand tall and put my foot down
When I kept getting hurt
I refused
To give up what we have
Even though you were long gone
I refused
To allow myself to process
To let myself break down
I refused
Even though time has passed
And the pain settled in
I refused
Despite all the heartbreak and pain
To stop loving you
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 9:54 AM UTC
The king of what was stands in silence
and surveys his sunsetted realm.
His spine is straight in stiff defiance
of the twilight of the kingdom he’d helmed.
On a plastered pedestal high he stands
surrounded by the waste of his times.
Carved into it, once acclaimed in his lands,
was his name, now covered by vines.
The pale sheen of low sun as winter nears
casts shadows across his etched face.
Its grooves grow deeper year after year —
he’s the gnomon whose shade this sundial has traced.
He takes no note of the thorny brambles
that have entangled his fixed stony feet.
With flinty gaze and wrapped in a mantle
of granite, he keeps watch through storms and sleet.
Now stripped of his titles and even his name,
the proud king of the ruin’s still there.
For while the long night has broken his fame,
still he stands, marked by his unbroken stare.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 6:58 AM UTC
racing bark and froth
tok - toy - tok
beating against the clock
the insistent derange against time
only enforces the medium
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 4:17 PM UTC
Don't be fooled by my complacent look
I'll take every word within this book
Give it new meaning, no, it took
Me minutes, or ten hours.
Don't be fooled by my resolve to do
What's not for me, what comes from you,
My mind has still not gone all through
And found reason in these flowers.
For I know I'm of an independent mind
And I know that if the mind is not aligned
With yours, I'll steer my own track down this crooked lane
Where all howl with their might and main
On how they're sitting in the rain
Because investigation, what's that?
Curiosity may have killed the cat,
But don't take food brought just like that
Not knowing what's in the caveat
May land you in the black hat.
And when will you know if you will be pulled out?
And when will you know, if you know, what format?
But, don't be fooled, I won't be sensible,
Sweet, right or comprehensible,
A position indefensible,
Yet infinitely more fun.
Don't be fooled, my reason's lock and key,
There's stumbles still in stock for me,
And alas, many more of these,
Will be some already done.
But I know I'm of an independent mind
And I know that if the mind is not aligned...
Jul 22, 2022
Jul 22, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
The Quiet Ones are not to be blamed for their inability to say no, but rather the ones who don't take the opinion of others into consideration. Unfortunately, unknown to many, the Quiet Ones can be beneficial if given even a moment to speak. Then they can give knowledge that many seek. If allowed to speak, they can offer solutions to both sides of the argument. If given a chance to speak, then they can bring peace to all conflict.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
Often when I thought myself wrong it was then that I was.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 11:18 PM UTC
The trees have shed everything in defiance of frozen air,
Nudely and bravely they boast of their strength with a stoic’s stare.
Their leaves have deserted them, their fruit has fallen, they don’t care.
The trees in January stand strong in loneliness, and bare.
Is their naked strength in the wind how they are supposed to be?
Do they welcome autumn, to rid themselves of their greenery?
Perhaps they don’t notice that the lives they gave have set them free?
They have lost something beautiful, but are they less of a tree?
Spring water flows into their roots, branches drop their icy weight,
The first sun-kissed buds emerge to witness the tree foliate.
But does the tree even notice this, its cause to celebrate?
The tree is at its life-giving most, but it does naught but wait.
The tree changes before me, and because of it I change, too.
But in that moment, when I love that tree, it feels nothing new.
And I think back, if the moment someone loved me, if I knew?
But I am too like the tree, oblivious to what is true.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
In my life, never did I've regretted my decisions
For I knew what I was doing to my life
Or at least I pretended to;
Now, those simple plea of my Mother years ago
All those advices and sweet words, I've never listened
Came crashing every faith I have in me
Drowning me in realizations
Why did I not listened to her?
What have I done to myelf- to my life?
The inevitable is now clear
Those stubbornness I possess
Leaded me to my story now- lost and helpless;
For never did I knew I've lost my path back home
When I kept on chasing after dead dreams my heart seeks- without looking back;
And never listened to the words of wisdom my Mother partaken for me;
Now, having no accomplishments only regrets
I slowly drift back to the place my heart belongs
Where my Mother awaits for my return
And welcomes me once more.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC
I'm tired
yet here I write
beneath the bright light of my room
too tired to move the trash off my bed
writing in hopes others will understand
will resonate with me
will be happy
for some reason, or another
I just want everyone to be happy
but I know it's not that easy
and I wish I knew that when I started out
because I wouldn't have painted myself in this corner
with no way out
now that my mind has had itself firmly planted
in that frame of thought...
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:36 PM UTC
When I say I'll fix it, I don't mean for you.
Everything about me burns, but not with passion. It's a slow burn, like one would expect from a lit stove, or car engine. Not all consuming, but enough to make you uncomfortably warm.
It cooks my speech. Flays my sight. Promises blankets of solace, and instead delivers smothering tendrils of smoke. Touch my cheek. Rest your observations on the pink that seemingly speaks in demure humility. I am not willing.
I am heated.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 2:09 AM UTC
Last day of college.
The world around her screams in glee.
Almost oblivious, they all frolic.
Momentary un-lock of commitment;
Summer's come.
Energy's residue; heat; young sentiment.
The centre piece, just for the hell of it.
Though detached she is.
Flung in her own, she reclines.
Where Time holds her still, to nourish
And throw away when it decides.
Where enough suns have fallen for the tarnish to be justified.
Can you blame her?
Who else can one find.
Where the one attached has withered and died.
For that is love;
An inexorable tie.
A close trust.
Founded on the lie of an eternal bond.
Where the soul is gone
And all that is left is the tune, the song.
The Melody, the beat that repeats on and on and on
(You must be creative to be able to move)
That's what love does
I do not sit idly on what could have been
I stay forever on what was!
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
I'm lost at the
red light of confusion
in between my life,
my mind, the world and me
determined stubbornness
holds anxiety in my heart
right now I'm wondering
of all the secrets I've never told
there are so many secrets
forgotten secrets that whispers
the tales of the chilled soul
that others can not see
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
You my friend
Mistake stubbornness
For Strength
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 2:38 PM UTC
I am strong. I am not resilient. Whatever i do, whatever i endure and suffer, chips away at me little by little,
I never come out of an experience the same way i went in.
In the love, hate, lust, hurt, worry, helplessness, hopelessness and pain,
I feel weak,
I am never the same, it all takes a piece of me.
People think i am weak, because i let them take me away,
I let the experience eat me away.
But they are wrong.
In all of it, I am still alive, I keep fighting, I go under and up, in and out,
No matter what happens and where it takes me, I never give up.
I guess that's where my strength lies: in my stubbornness.
I may not be the same person I was
yesterday,
And today I am in pain,
I won't let up on the dreams of tomorrow.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
Remember when I told you
Not to force me?
I meant that.
Force me to love you
And I will hate you.
Force me to hate you
And I will love you.
Force me to stay
And I will run,
Force me away
And I will never leave.
I promise you this:
I do not love you more than I need to be free.
My freedom means
I
Do
What
I
Choose.
Not what you think is right,
Not what you think is safe,
Not what you think is
Best.
You cannot make me stop thinking of you-
Months,
Years,
Decades,
I will enshrine you
Out of spite
And throw away moments of every **** day
Reconstructing your face in my mind
Whether or not I ever see it again-
I promise you this:
I do not love myself more than I hate being
Forced.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC