#twenties
A year of cleansing
One year to heal
A journey by myself
That never fully became real
I over packed for the trip
And forgot my necessities
I couldn't figure out the airport
I let my anxieties get the best of me
And anxiety is so selfish
Taking all of my best moments
Leaving me empty for everyone else
I'm no fun to go home with
So maybe today we try again
Taking a more fluid path
This is the year it's all gonna click
Or I face twenty nines wrath
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 10:33 AM UTC
I want what i knew
What has past
Gone like the food that left a stain
Memory
My body wears every
Second, still
I forget
Not because i want to
Despite my desperation
My memories move
On my mind
Walks through the lives
Like seasons past
You still there?
Sep 21, 2025
Sep 21, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
I was born into a famine
that had nothing to do with bread.
Love was rationed in screams or absence,
served in scraps too small to even fill a sparrow.
It folded children into masks,
teaching them to barter their bodies,
their brilliance,
for one spoonful of being seen.
Starvation is generational —
My grandparents wore silence
like a second skin,
their hunger pressed into my parents’ palms
who learned to mistake
approval for affection,
discipline for devotion.
By the time it reached us,
the scarcity became lineage:
my sister and I
daughters of starvation,
gnaw on shadows,
calling it comfort,
rehearsing the same ache —
our bodies learning
to beg in disguises.
Late twenties,
and the fridge hums louder than I do
bones hum with the ache of it,
eyes swollen from begging the air
to answer back.
I peel the silence open with my teeth.
There’s nothing inside.
I am tired of carrying
an empty bowl across centuries.
I will not pass down
a hollow mouth.
May my hands
unlearn famine.
Love will be abundant
in the soil I leave behind.
- V
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 5:01 AM UTC
(on the ten-year anniversary of leaving home)
without looking back,
she boarded a flight,
concealing that piercing anxiety.
to soothe the ache,
packed her language as a guide,
weeping quietly for her country.
recognition came in tears,
stretched paper-thin—
that her home couldn’t yet grasp
that love begins within.
the early years, under flickering lights,
were spent seeking solace.
with inner voices softly humming—
inhaling cheap wine,
books as her compass—
enough to outweigh not belonging.
some nights,
she danced until her heels
worn the skin away,
bleeding her truth into tile,
whilst friends, thick as thieves,
melted into laughter, and gin.
she loved badly,
lit candles to soften the silence
that screamed louder at 3 a.m.,
scribbled poetry
on the walls of her soul—
long forgotten, left forsaken.
her twenties were a strange gift,
she never thought to ask for,
memories scattered down the hallway,
like spilled drinks, laced with honesty.
sometimes the weight is still sore,
and yet she’s walking,
barefoot,
unfolding.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
cast a shadow here
set the scene, light spot! over here!
place this one about twenty yards away…
…background
and now slowly... too fast!
towards us head on... cut!
we forgot the bouquet of gerberas for her
have her hold them at a slight angle in front of her with a self-satisfied attitude… or something
wait now
ladybird... what was it again?
“snowflakes”?
“conflict moon and sun”?
“a rotating mirror”?
what is that supposed to mean?
what was I thinking?
where do these belong?
in which place? to what purpose?
what am I doing here? what are you doing here?
where did you come from, why are y‘all standing still now? stop the staring, at least don‘t forget blinking! creeps!
the pile of props is leaning more and more
starved, curiously waiting for an instruction
there it is, no fear!
however the vision...
must have seemingly gone lost on the way here
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 8:05 PM UTC
Honestly -
If you want to be with me,
Say it whole heartedly.
I don’t want to waste my twenties.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
one phonecall
one sentence
changed everything forever
late wake ups
everyones gone
soobing on the cold tiles
throwing up in front
the only thing left
childhood shows
comfort food
sunset swims
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 10:14 AM UTC
too much
empty time
frustration
information
opportunities
open chances
given ones
lost ones
choosen ones
open paths
ready to be discovered
by people
who are wanderers
of a silent generation
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 10:05 AM UTC
Following two decades time
A human transforms
Into an exploding cosmos
In the desolate void
Floating away
Flickering light
Questions of purpose
In the haze of dismay
Fear not of this barren
Let it fuel the flame
Move further and farther
In the deepest of abyss
For the cosmos within
Will unfold and evolve
The lessons as your light
In the dark, cold rise
Remember these words
As you travel through space
You are bizarrely infinite
A celestial design
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 7:43 PM UTC
in our mids 20’s
it’s okay to fail
stand up and try again
this time learn from your mistakes
it’s okay not to rush things up
we can go slow and steady
look how far we already achieve
we’re all doing the best that we can
we can do it, just hold on
we’ll get there!
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 12:52 PM UTC
if i can get past
this torrent my twenties
has devolved into
i know
life will be beautiful
if fate permits me luck
time will yield
happiness, amid the muck
it's a gamble,
let's roll the dice
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:33 AM UTC
Everyone always says
"your twenties are a funny time to be alive"
but no one told me that
it was going to be a
******* joke.
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 8:51 AM UTC
just thinking back
on
my twenties and cracking
a
smile for every tree I hollowed
out
to make room for a new universe.
now,
in my thirties, I laugh at windows
stacked
on top of Mercury's head as
Venus covers her mouth and hides again.
Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
The times of existential angst are done,
And so are times of reckless assumptions,
Pretentiousness of insecurities gone,
Along the astray ways, and their seductions.
I have become twenty-two, and my eyes
See differently; no darkness anymore,
They're open wide like rosy morning-skies,
With a steady gaze, brighter than before.
But I don't claim to know it all, no – never,
For I surely know that I do not know,
Seeking meanings with all my heart forever,
Making me human, and making me grow.
There is much left to see, and learn, and sing,
I'm curious; let's see what fate will bring.
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
“Honey, you can’t keep living your life to please people.”
But that’s how I survive.
Someday
I won’t be quiet
When I want to scream about injustice.
I won’t hold myself and cry,
I’ll cry in plain sight
And show that what someone said wasn’t okay.
I’ll leave when I want to,
I won’t talk to those who hurt me.
I’ll tell people when they’re rude,
I’ll speak up
When I want to.
But now...
I’m at the mercy of others.
I live to please
Or I don’t get to live.
This is the time of my life
Where I raise my hand
And ask permission.
When I nod politely
At unfairness,
Where my knuckles are clenched white
Behind my back
As I accept whatever treatment I receive.
I do dream of being free,
Make no mistake,
I’m not happy this way.
But this is how I must stay
To survive.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
I thought that daydreaming
Was allowed always,
That no age could
Stop you from doing so,
Far away, to lands
With a precious gaze,
Who no one other than yourself
Would know.
There would be many
Pastel meadows there,
And storylines
Of characters unknown,
Some ugly, tragical or only fair,
Who still all have to be
To people shown.
But no, it's hard to think it is allowed; I should be serious,
Only think of the things
Who're near,
And not be like a cloud,
Always on well-known earth –
Not up above.
Now I am in my
Twenties and reflect,
If I should embrace this,
Or only neglect.
Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
Impermanence is tattooed on me
and
Saturday still tastes like tequila and
all the slow lazy kisses blur between boys
that won’t matter in five years anyway
Half a person and still a girl,
Everyday I think
I’m too young to be this age
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
I’ve been learning what I deserve
Who I deserve
What makes me happy
Who makes me happy
Still sprinkled with self destruction
And holding onto fond memories
I’ve got a ways to go
But my how far I’ve come
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
in only three
days I will be
pushed out of
the category
of being super young
my twenties have begun
I secretly hope
that I won't lose the fun
of life and living
getting and giving
dancing to the tunes
my heart is singing
dreaming dreams
soaking sunbeams
excitedly studying
captivating themes
hoping big hopes
crossing thin ropes
and climbing over
giant big slopes
as the next lot
of years slot
their way into me
I hope I will not
lose my inner child
by becoming mild
may my heart forever
burn free and wild
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
I receive an average of 1 text per day.
It's usually a bill payment reminder.
I have no friends.
No, literally, none at all.
I'm on 3 dating websites,
sending 50 messages a day.
Zero replies.
I'm fit. Gym 7 days a week.
Well-groomed and clothed.
I've been called handsome.
None of that matters.
I can explain a
thermodynamic chemical equation to you.
And it'd still be easier than for me
to land a date.
I'm going to settle for a woman when I'm 40.
She'll be in her 30s, desperate to conceive.
We'll have some children but no interest in each other.
And that'll be the end of my romantic life.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:30 AM UTC
2 adults strong,
2 little girls silly,
My family adds up to 4,
Reading all day,
Pictures I take,
New adventures galore.
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC