#unbothered
Once, I wore a costume stitched from someone else’s dream,
Threads of “should” and “must” wrapped tight around my seams.
Your voice wove cages round my spirit, soft but stern,
Insisting who I was, dictating how I’d learn.
You pressed your mold against me, shaping edges I had grown,
Told me love meant sacrifice—till I was flesh and bone
Carved to fit your vision, a sculpture not my own,
Smiling through the silence, pretending I’d not known.
But freedom grows in secret cracks, in whispers, hidden sparks,
In midnight thoughts that dare to blaze like lightning in the dark.
I broke your cage wide open, let my true wings unfurl—
I soared beyond your borders, reclaimed my vivid world.
Now I dance in sunlit streets with laughter in my chest,
I paint my days in colors you forbade me to possess.
I’m wild wind and open sky, my spirit unconfined—
Free as a bird and loving every moment of my life.
Jul 18, 2025
Jul 18, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
I got a good day today—
a jab, they’d say, wrapped in silk and shade.
Too unique, too bold,
both fashionably and workwise—they said.
I simply rolled my eyes,
chin lifted to the sky,
and answered, cool and flat:
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Which really meant,
I don’t give a crap—
not now, not ever,
no space in my mental map.
Still, it might echo an hour later,
not from pain,
but as a compliment wearing satire.
Ask me at dusk if I remember—
Maybe I will,
maybe I won’t.
My subconscious filters waste,
like silk through a comb.
It’s how I am,
how I stay sane,
a mind that lets go,
without needing to explain.
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 4:31 AM UTC
Laissez-faire and free,
Nothing bothers me in
Bohemian living.
Fruit fresh plucked,
On the grass with the bees
Relaxing and eating.
Read a play, finish a novel
See what's up with sister
See what's up with father
Laissez-faire and free,
Why are you so worried
That I'm not worrying?
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 3:18 PM UTC
Like a red-crowned crane, she is not bothered by the cold
She chases the last tints of autumn
She hums as she hears the sound of the leaves under her feet
She has not forgotten all her dreams she has in her heart
She continues to live
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 7:55 PM UTC
I had forgotten how it feels to be touched by you
You left my heart broken and mind askew
The longingness to see you
For eternity and eternally, or just seconds, few
I, henceforth remained unbothered and sad,
Even in a gala milieu!
You came back by a whisker and feelings, see through
And asked me to gather something new and old , something borrowed and blue
I felt some jitters and saw love inked hues
I felt so lost when it should've been good in lieu
Then one day you woke up and away you flew
You told me it's over, out of love, you grew
I then remembered how it feels to be hurt by the cruel,
I then learnt, love leaves you unscathed and glad, if true
And seems precious than any material, money or jewel
You will find it in the world, first find it in YOU.
May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 11:57 AM UTC
All you can do is watch
As she pries the light from your eyes
Your breath now clambering in and out of your chest
She lifts your feet so far above your head that you shake
You can't breath
You can't ******* breath
No time to think
You have to get out
There is nothing left that you can feel
As she sits a weight on your chest you fall asleep
Seconds later you wake up
Panicking you squirm around like a maggot underneath her
As she stands so far above you that you can't even see her
You can't see her
She is the omnipotent sky above
SO ******* FAR ABOVE
It's not the fact you can't see her
But that she doesn't care to look at the mess she's made
She is god
And she is unbothered
She is untouchable
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Will be a good day
No trouble will come me way
Today my humanity will be unscathed
Today I will sit and watch kids play
running freely, without a care in the world
Today I will let my inner child free, so I too may be carefree
Today I will smile and let my inner light shine
Today will be a GOOD DAY
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
im not scared of death, at all. i dont broadcast that statement as much i used to because it always seems to put people off. like not being terrified of the inevitable makes me some kind of rare specimen.
im not scared of death, at all. i guess that makes people scared of me because i dont feel the same as them. i must be some kind of freak after all.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 11:40 AM UTC
She says it
like I'm meant to hear it
She writes it
like I'm meant to read it
She makes it solid
like I'm meant to touch it
but its too late
cause she is at the side of the road
with a sign that says notice me, that I drove past a while back.
I'm letting you go sweetheart.
I'm letting you go is all I say and
****
I let her go
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:52 PM UTC
You are a certain type of something
You left empty picture frames and broken glass when you disappeared
On Sunday mornings your drowned yourself in liquor and honey, never giving a **** what anyone had to say.
Intimacy to you was a soft spoken poem that you wrote half drunk in the middle of the day.
Dancing around the living room in the middle of the night, singing the words to the song at the top of your lungs
Jesus Christ you're so ******* beautiful
Being with you was like driving right into oncoming traffic.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC