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tell me --
who you are.
where you've been.
because i can't trust anymore.

i can't trust anyone.

between ai,
fake people
and old white lies --
im not sure what's real
and what's not.

maybe my brain
is too twisted
and is making
this all up...

im not sure
what's real
and what's not,
who i can trust
and who i can't --
it's all so confusing.

just leave me be,
maybe it'll spare me
the sympathy
when all my secrets
get dug up.
date wrote: 24/8
Brian Mutua Aug 15
If I were asked which part of a tree matters most,
Foolishly, I might say the roots
Yet truly, every part is vital.
So it is with you: every part of you is precious to us.

My hands may never stretch far enough
To offer a fruit or even presence
But always, I am near.
In my heart, you dwell
A grace to be cherished.

Today, I offer you my heart,
The only gift I can give again
For you, who deserve the world.
And if it breaks, there’ll be nothing left.

In days of darkness, side by side, we’ll thrive.
We’ll be the light.
Wear a smile in your heart;
Let greatness shine upon your face.

Sometimes I wonder
Why is gold so hard to find on the surface?
Even when we yearn, pray,
And risk it all just to touch it.

It must be a miracle, then
In you, I found gold.
And by grace alone, I cannot explain it.
What could I give to repay that?
You, who are laughter and love
A worth beyond measure.

If I held the world, I’d give it to you.
But since I don’t, I’ll always choose you.

Even when it's hard to understand,
I’ll try every moment
To know your heart,
To feel its desires.

And if it’s within my reach,
I’ll strive to fulfill them.
Even in love, you are a gift.

I feel you in silence, in distance
And truly,you are gold.
It's dedicated to the one loved but distance separates the two yet crave to be close.
mysterie Aug 15
i thought you said
that you would listen
to anything
i would have to say.
that you --
were my safe space.

maybe not anymore.
date wrote: 8/8 (small section from old poem)
the full poem of this is never getting put on here but i really liked this part so..
anotherdream Aug 13
The waves are closing in
As I swim towards the finish line
I feel my claustrophobia settling in
My body swaying left and right

My eyes fixated on being first
Tunnel vision now my guide
I ignore everyone around me
If it means reaching solid ground

Medication's slowing down my thoughts
But I'm running out of time
How many times can I fall down
Before I cannot rise?

Before the water gives from under me
And my lungs let out a desperate cry
Screaming, "Save me Jesus!"
"These waves drag me down to die!"

"Why do you test My mighty power
When I have saved you every time?"
"Oh you of little faith
Rise up, leave your fears behind"

"Your sins have been forgiven
For I became a living sacrifice"
"Your soul has been made anew"
Jesus spoke, as He calmed the piercing tides

Now He carries my anxious burdens
When I'm losing all my might
Every day I get to know Him more
In the morning and the night

He guides me towards the narrow path
When I'm wandering from His design
He quiets my inner demons
Before I lose my mind

He reminds me of my identity
When the enemy whispers lies
He reveals His awesome power
When my doubt begins to rise

Only He can offer resolution
For these problems I face in life
He is my sole provider
Of my needs which come with time

So I urge my brothers and sisters
To call upon our mighty God!
For He will calm the stormy waters
And prove that He is Christ
girlinflames Aug 17
My love,
Love me with freedom—
Love me in a way that lets me fly.

Every bird
Given the freedom to soar
Always finds its way back.
girlinflames Aug 19
You love me so much
So much
So much
So much
You placed me on a pedestal
So high
So high
So high
That if I fall—
I won’t survive the drop.
Jantar2b Aug 11
You look away, I wonder why
Would you do this. You aren't shy
Your gentle hands don't long for me
I should have known better than to follow thee
But dog will always guide you home
No matter the hatred you harbor for some
You tried to be kind, I know you did
But you see, I've noticed the knife you thought you hid
You'd burry me flowers to beside me rot
And tiny ants would on my body trot
So before you hurt me I'll bare my teeth
I hope there's still love left in you underneath
Thank you for taking what you got to gain
I hope I will trust you never again
It's one of the older poems I wrote when I was still experimenting. There are mistakes, I'm aware but there's something nostalgic when I look at them. Maybe mistakes are poetry too
It’s not about the money itself—
it’s about being happy
with the choices
I’ve chosen for myself.

But this,
I already knew.

So why did someone from outside
have to tell me
this truth
that was already here?

Because I still don’t know
how to validate
the ideas
of my own voice.
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