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I cry, and I don't care.
I'm confident I'm difficult and ugly, but I just wanna fly away.
I hate my parents.
I don't see them as family, just people who think they're better, yet They're ugly, destroyed, and selfless.
I hate to say it still, I hope death wakes up on their door no ringing And no upcoming, just lie there as I've done before, I'll cut away again Just to feel the pain again, I choke myself out just to see lights again, I'll stab my body over and over just to feel a love that stings.
I jump off a high place to feel free.
I'd run away from the captivity of everything
I hate them, oh how I hate them.
I hope they die and see the fire they've created.
The tongue that's cut and the eyes that were already blind,
Why does love always ignore the thing I only yearn for, cuss me ***** me, curse me.
I dare you, I wanna scream and break apart, destroy the house that was never together.
This home is nothing but a jail of my insanity. I don't care to be sane but safe and loved.
I put too much into people who don't even love me, and
If blood can't love, why search anywhere else?
I hate them, and I don't wanna relive it to tell I wanna end it all,
And it's not devastating its a truth won even if I burn in hellfire and Satan's defile.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
पत्थर तो तुम थे, हम तो पानी जैसे निश्चल है
जब आ ही गिरे, तो फर्क बस इतना ही पड़ा था—
पहले तो कुछ हलचल हुई,
पर पानी तो ऊपर ही आता गया।
तुम सिर्फ गिरते रहे,
पर तुम्हारे जैसा हर कोई डूबता गया।
वो वक्त और हालात
जो पकड़ में मेरे शायद नहीं थे,
पर उस वक्त का बदलना भी
कब मुझसे दूर था...
कल की क्या देखता है तू,
देखना है तो आज देख—
अब देख मेरे समय का लेख।
दीमक जैसी फितरत जो तुम्हारी,
बड़ी खोखली जो खामी है।
की थी कशिश जो तुमने
मिटाने की,
फिर भी देख तू आज
मैं तुम्हारे समक्ष खड़ा हूँ।
मैं हार नहीं मानता,
हमेशा ही बड़ी शिद्दत से लड़ा हूँ।
किरदार पर मेरे
तुम्हारे हाथों की झपट,
तुम्हारे मन में
सिर्फ बही छल-कपट।
फिर भी आज मैं पहले से
कई अधिक आगे बढ़ चुका हूँ,
अब मैं अपने भविष्य को भी
गढ़ चुका हूँ।
छल, द्वंद्व, द्वेष, कपट, प्रेम, बदनामी,
मित्रता, शत्रुता—
सब को पढ़ चुका हूँ।
कहीं छल से मेरा सामना था,
मैं खुद थमा,
जहाँ मुझे तुमको थामना था।
झुका मैं भी वहाँ,
जहाँ सिर्फ तुम्हें झुकना था।
पर अब मैं कभी नहीं थकूँगा,
अब सिर्फ तुमको थकना है।
मैं जो मेरे जीवन में जी रहा हूँ,
वो तो सिर्फ
तुम्हारा सपना है।
— By Mr नितिन कुमार मीना मोहचा
Dec 28, 2025
Dec 28, 2025 at 12:54 AM UTC
“ One day i am going to grow wings “-
A trend
From a radiohead song
"What is you wings?
Success?
death?
Freedom?"
Identity
I want to be myself
To live as me
To find who i am
To kiss the sky before i fall
Knowing I am the one who kissed the clouds
Whos wings melted like icarus
Who fell with a smile
With hope
And acceptance
Identity
The impossible answer
To who i am
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 4:16 AM UTC
But I let it win.
scratching out unsaid words onto my self
Why can’t I just leave it alone on the shelf
Forget the sting
Leave it in a bin
It could do anything
But I let it win.
I sit in the dark and trace my problems on my arm
Why can’t I mend without causing my self harm?
Why is it so hard
To let go of the pain
It’s like a twisted thought
Etched into my brain
Just needed some way to numb the feeling
I didn’t know id get addicted and forget about healing
Instead I cover my arms in lines
My very own self made designs
I like the colour red
Especially on my skin
I just give up
And let it win
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
Whispers tread where clocks don’t chime,
A hush draped over thoughts of time.
It sips from the stream, unseen, unfelt,
Where yesterdays quietly melt.
No lock, no key, yet doors unhinge,
A breath, a blink — then comes the tinge.
Of something lost not known when missed,
A ghost of now, by shadows kissed.
Its fingers wear no weight or ring,
Yet pluck the thread from everything.
And we, unknowing, pay the fee,
For time collects in secrecy.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 1:16 AM UTC
Akala ko noon, sapat na ang mahalin,
Na kapag totoo ka, 'di ka sasaktan.
Ngunit natutunan kong kahit gaano kabuo,
May pusong pipili pa ring lumayo.
Pinili kitang mahalin sa bawat araw,
Sa bawat paghinga, ikaw ang dahilan.
Ngunit kahit anong pilit kong hawakan,
Ang isang pusong sawa, 'di na mapipigilan.
Akala ko ang “tayo” ay pangmatagalan,
Na kaya nating lagpasan ang bawat sugat at lamat.
Pero hindi pala laging sapat ang dasal,
Kung ikaw mismo, ay ayaw nang lumaban sa ating pagmamahalan.
Ang sakit, hindi lang sa pagkawala mo,
Kundi sa tanong na: “Saan ba ako nagkulang sa’yo?”
Ginawa ko ang lahat, pati sarili'y kinalimutan,
Pero sa dulo, ako pa rin ang iniwang luhaan.
Walang perpektong pag-ibig—oo nga, totoo.
Pero sana, hindi ko nalang inialay lahat sa’yo.
Sana natutong magtira kahit kaunti,
Para may natira sa sarili kong muli kong buuin.
Ngayon alam ko na,
Ang tunay na trahedya ay hindi ang pag-iisa,
Kundi ang manatiling umiibig
Sa isang taong kayang mabuhay na wala ka.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 4:23 AM UTC
"In shadowed hues, it blends and hides,
A master of disguise, it glides.
Soul of change, heart of deceit,
A phantom self, it subtly meets.
Its colors bleed, like shifting fate,
Ephemeral, yet forever great.
What's true, and what's just a guise?
The chameleon's secret, in its eyes." ,
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 11:59 AM UTC
In shadowed crypts, where darkness reigns
Lurks Oni, demon of ancient pains
Horns twisted, eyes aglow
Malevolent spirit, forever to grow
With iron clubs, souls are crushed
Eternal torment, forever hushed
Japanese lore's most feared sight
Oni's wrath, a dreadful night.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 12:03 PM UTC
I close my eyes, what do I see?
A world of wonders, just waiting for me...
I’m drifting on the waves of my own reflection,
Finding strength in my imperfection,
In the quiet moments, my soul takes flight,
Through the dreams that shimmer in the moonlight.
Shimmer, shine...
I’m dreaming under the sky,
Where the stars whisper truths,
In the sea of my heart, I find my way,
Find your way, find your way...
With every dawn, it’s a brand new day.
I see the colors, the lessons I learn,
In the tides that rise, in the tides that churn,
I’m anchored in the dreams that guide my soul,
In the vastness of the sea, I am whole.
And when the night falls, I’ll gaze up high,
Knowing every dream is my reason why,
I’ll keep on searching, no fear inside,
No fear inside...
In the sea of my dreams, I’m learning to ride.
Ride the tide...
So let the dreams take flight, don’t let go,
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 12:11 PM UTC
Living in the middle of the beginning of the end
To much time taken
None left to spend
The shoulder devil's my guardian angels only friend
Quality of life a dying trend
Tucked into a deathbed
Then pretend to be on the mend
Bend the truth until it's a lie that you have to defend
Be yourself
See what happens then
Hang in there like the cat poster said
Only postponing the fall in the end
Forced to contend
With that of which becomes to much to comprehend
Then,
It starts all over again
Over
And over
And over again
©2024
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 5:06 PM UTC
Maybe we can—
but I can’t.
I can’t continue on this path,
I can't destroy myself for you.
I cherished my life,
gave everything I had,
but I know,
it’s not enough.
I understand,
but I can’t do this anymore.
I’ve had enough.
I want to live,
live my own life,
not in your shadows.
I can’t be who you want me to be.
I want to escape.
To breathe,
to be free from all of you.
I can't even breathe here
"Calm down; you’re overthinking it."
No, I’m not.
It’s not me
It’s you.
You’re the ones playing with my mind,
driving me mad.
I’m scared.
Terrified of living like this,
of living with you.
I beg you,
please,
let me go.
Let me go.
Let me go,
and let me live my life
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 5:24 AM UTC
You're telling me everything's changed now.
But who changed, and what even changed?
The man you loved,
the one who never respected you,
who never treated you right—
he’s changed?
The house you live in,
where you're treated like a slave—
that place, that hole, has changed?
Or is it the fact
that your man killed your child
because he wanted a boy—
did that change?
And what about the guy who waited outside
while you cried?
The one who shared your pain,
stood by you,
the one you pushed away
because he asked for your love—
has he changed?
Yet here you stand,
telling me everything’s different,
even though your eyes are still red,
and you didn’t sleep a wink last night.
Your man was drunk,
beating you,
and you remembered your child.
Nothing’s changed, my love.
You’re still the same girl who dreams,
even though they’re just dreams.
And I’m still just a guy
in love.
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 7:43 AM UTC
I live in a home with monsters
We laugh under the roof always gigglinh
Their eyes glow in the shadows, sharp teeth,
Their smiles are more wicked
The food like lava burns my tongue
And milk drips from the twisted trees
I hate living like a caged rat
Yet i love these weird monsters
Weird am i?
One day i'll take you to my house
Nestled deep in the forest
Where the trees whisper about me
And we will dance in the dark
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 6:38 AM UTC
A wrong way trend setter
In my own personal time line
Can't say I didn't know better
Each decision was mostly mine
Goals for someone not a go getter
Become the shackles that bind
Having to eat my words for dinner
I fear sitting down to dine
©2024
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 4:09 AM UTC
With each other, I guess
they had started to reason,
and that is how the sky and the sea
Eventually met at the horizon.
Apr 17, 2024
Apr 17, 2024 at 12:50 PM UTC
for Alyssa Underwood
~~~
my poems do not trend, go viral,
Fast and Furious!
yet, they do not die
they lay in plain sight pebbles scattered,
smoothed by time,
upon the surface of the
green earth waiting patient, virtuous,
purposed for itinerants bards
to trip over one
one some someday
somehow they accrete a readership,
slow stepping and steady from,
|the seekers and the stumblers,
the droplet drinkers,
meanderers of the tomes and tombs of prior years,
miners for nuggets in the poem pools that form
beneath the alluvial streaming
of the waterfall crescendo
of words
I like this
when another traveler sends me a like,
a petite amuse-bouche bite of appreciation,
for a long ago, barely recalled, writ,
allowing them to carve their initials upon the
external, visible roots of my tree trunk,
invading me, by darkening a prior tree internal ring,
forcing me to look down,
look back,
take measure of myself,
accepting myself as not wanting,
nor lacking in other's acceptance
these statements are neither boastful or illusory,
*yet still joyous, like caramel pleasures,
slow to chew, fast to the taste,*
reminding me of old friendships,
well valued,
though no longer fully employed,
their uncovering is my own refreshed exposure,
their discovery is my own re-discovery,
exposing flaws and fallacies,
even fallow,
mostly shallow facts
about me
all of them,
a sundae of truths and lies, sharing a happy laugh
with and at
me,
when I think to myself,
Holy Crap! did I write that?
copyright 2015 by Nat Lipstadt
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 3:35 PM UTC
Just who this person is
who has the audacity to be
somebody to care, somebody to miss
a somebody to me
We argue, we care
We laugh and we smile
everything we share
Have got to admit, he's got some style.
We plan trips together
from Bali to Rome
we dream of forever
because he has started to feel like my home
Sep 12, 2023
Sep 12, 2023 at 7:46 AM UTC
Write a story about yourself as early as you can.
If need be,
re-read it to your kids
Let them hear how spicy it was
Don't leave the bad side
Coz that's where kids likes to hear most
And if it crosses your mind
Don't love your story- coz we live on dreams
May 6, 2022
May 6, 2022 at 1:28 AM UTC
When madness starts to breed
And soul cripples with need
Dance to the rhythm of fire
and let the feet bleed
When fire burns with passion
and madness starts to ashen
dance and dance and dance
till fire unites with ocean !!
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 6:37 AM UTC
~
*Holding court at the Zanzibar,
they looked on good nights
like Egyptian Queens, like Ancient Babylonians.
On not so good nights,
they resembled Brassaï's Moma Bijou -
"fugitives from Baudelaire's bad dreams",
and even then they looked magnificent.
Identity wasn't something you nailed
yourself into in late adolescence.
It was a trick of the light,
and if you were to avoid
burning yourself out,
then you simply let the flames
lick over you
and turned the ashes into kohl.*
~
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 11:47 AM UTC
Some days I see myself outbound like an 80's movie...
living life day by day, wondering what lays ahead of the play.
I love life, because of the good and bad, but off course, bad things can't cut it, but we have to get what's bad to get the greater things in life.
No, no silly, i' am not talking about politics, or the crap happening right now...but the adventures in our personal lives that we go through every single day.
Being with you tonight was like two fishes who swam together in lovers hearts, synchronized in nostalgia.
When we lock eyes, emotions spur into greatness.
You held my hand as we walked underneath the starry night, so quiet and dark, playing hide and seek around the truck parked in the front yard, and as i looked back at you, we swung a hug in each other's warm arms along with a never forgotten kiss.
Your kisses, one by one, are always cherished and never forgotten...also when you're leaving to go home, i take a photograph of your lips in my mind, how they feel pressed against mine.
As I walk underneath the pear tree nd lights flashing underneath from the garden below shining unto my minty laced robe of satin, catching your eyes once again on mine in a new pictured memoir.
I love nostalgia, who doesn't?
it helps you feel like you belong...
when no one else is there to help sing your song.
I have been a day dreamer since a youngling, and will always
continue to do so throughout my living days.
happiness comes through dreams,
and when you believe in those dreams
you can really see
your true
reality.
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 4:36 AM UTC
i close my eyes
and can’t help but wonder
who had helped Him
create you?
Did Michelangelo help Him design your face from stone and etch your beautiful imperfections into your caramel colored flesh?
Was it Raphael who decided that honey was too beautiful and decadent a substance to be left only for edible indulgence, and allowed you to have pools of golden honey for eyes?
Who better than Titan to pull from the clouds, and the water whom then MUST have pulled inspiration from silk when allowing your skin and hair to be as soft as the robes I wear to bed with you.
I wonder when He called Leonardo Da Vinci in? Was it when he decided that you were going to be beautiful? Or when He decided you’d be intelligent, or when He decided you’d be kind?
I close my eyes and wonder, did they help Him create such a work of art in hopes that you’d be mine?
After all,
I close my eyes
and dream
of those whimsical, renaissance skies.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC