CATCHING STARS 🌠

Intertwined

We meet each other slowly, like hands learning the language of warmth, no urgency, only attention. Time loosens its grip and lets us move at the pace of breath. There is a hush between us where the world steps back, and everything becomes texture— skin like silk warmed by sunlight, each touch a... read more

What Remains After the Silence

I am the rest of something gone, a fading spark beneath the rain The dawn arrives, but not the dawn that once knew how to numb the pain I move through thoughts that twist, like a maze I built without a map I lose myself at every end, then wake again inside the trap I search for truths I cannot... (edited) read more

My Greatest Mistake

was knowing people and trusting them too quickly. I drowned in words forgetting they came from someone only human, where promises were not meant to live, only to soothe emotions for a moment. Small actions slipped away, unnoticed, because intentions quietly changed their direction. Love became a... read more

Poem of the day

A poem for the love of my life the one that I let slip away

I was more than lost, thought I’d never ever found again. Love was never an option for me again. Then you came around, opened my world up made me believe that true love was all I would ever need. You made my dark days flipped around showed me what was all around me. Sunshine and the sound of birds... read more

❄️ Snowfall Serenade ❄️

Softly falling, light and free, Snowflakes dance for all to see. A silent serenade in white, Transforming darkness into light. The world is hushed, the air is still, As snow descends on every hill. A blanket pure, a gentle grace, In winter's cold and snowy space. The evergreens, in robes so... read more

Loneliness

From a heart of stone to a soft and gentle soul, times to try to be ourselves and be known though how will you be yourself when your mask holds itself alone.

The hands on the clock

The hands on the clock have stopped beating, the sand in the hourglass has finally stopped falling down. The sun no longer shines bright, only now my days are turned into night. The fog creeps in and the sadness begins, hours turned into days days into weeks. time now stand still without any beat... read more

"Unchosen"

You were supposed to be the first safe place I ever knew. Instead, you were weather — violent, unpredictable, a storm that learned my name and used it like a curse. I do not remember softness. I remember bracing. I remember shrinking myself to fit inside the space where love should have been. You... read more

Raven's Requiem

Under frost and iron skies, Two storms break where silence lies. Her hearth, the world she never claimed, Now cloaked in shadows, untamed, unnamed. The raven calls with whispered breath, A cold companion to the death. Black wings spread — the silent vow — To guard the soul no time... read more

My poem

I made this poem for my best friend. He suffered through apathy and is still suffering from depression. I thought I should share it. If you also have depression and it helps you to be seen or you relate to it, then I'm all for it 🌹 He moves through life like smoke never still, never easy to... read more

An Embrace of the Earth

Behold the mountains standing in their quiet line, encircling fields of green, the waters, and the homes below. Shades and colors softly intertwine, layer upon gentle layer, painting the world into something almost unreal. Oh, how beautiful… a glimpse of heaven I can feel in this very moment. It... read more

Until I find.

Who i choose to be should only be shown to select few. What are my motives, what are yours should I ask you? I'm doing better all you need to know i can let things fade as I treat others as they treat me comes into play.

The Performer

To be bold but not be shown to be torn but to act whole those out there with holes in their hearts from those that tore it to parts we can all miss communicate our parts so just remember to not missread people's hearts.

Duality

As much as there is love there is hate, crossed by boundaries of fate once there was a star set in weight did that star shine for love or was it for hate, in that star lies a soul bound by its traits.

Wings of Icarus

I was not reckless. That’s the lie they tell. I measured the sky. Counted the warnings. Loved you from an altitude That wouldn’t scare you. You were the sun— not cruel, not trying— just warm by nature, just existing too brightly. I built my wings knowing exactly how they’d fail. Wax made of... read more

Hopefull

Mindful appifinies, hopeful creativity i am nothing but a heart who has lovestruck trivialtee. Im welcome to a life of mindless sensitivities. But dont treat me as if im just an object of your chosen personal activities.

The Approach

Love not to be rehearsed but only be traversed to feel fully and not be too socially. Is it wrong to feel scared of who I think is isnt truly there. (edited)

Flames

Hail to the one who has managed their shame turned it into a flame, persistence towards the end, will they walk or run again. Some months are used to heal however deep scars tend to take time to heal, do others want to make it mend or just tear it up to have them start again, this may be the... read more

"For You"

I know I’m not always easy to stand beside. I speak too sharply sometimes, and I don’t always think before I hurt you. For that, I’m truly sorry. And still, you support me. Even when I’m wrong. Even when I upset you. Even when it would be easier to step away. That kind of patience stays with a... read more

Still at the Perch

I am not careful with my wings. Sometimes I strike the air too hard and call it truth. Sometimes I leave scratches where I meant shelter. For that I lower my head. Yet you remained when the feathers were loud, when the night learned my temper before my kindness. You stayed close enough to remind... read more

A very Shakespearean poem

If roses are red And violets are blue Then that makes the rainbow A bouquet of you For in every part of you The colors all lie Bro pls like me back here Pls be mine

Reflection and perspective

A past reflected on by everyone else besides oneself makes the other look real smart. A future of mistakes repeated into their own mind what do you think about their mental state?

Misplaced Trust

Dirt on my boots, hurt are my roots who are you to judge when you seem to be imperfect too. Break my mind to only find you shown as my friend only to test me In the end.

Beautifully dark.

Introspection

Rich with heart, wealthy in creativity, words with sentences that end up in seclusivity. Power over minds and masks over faces which heart do you choose to see both faces.

Thinking

Modicums of doubt have been shown throughout what is change without a bit of frays. We can all be happy and show our ways but no they will never be pleased because they hate the way we think. It all comes in waves.

Creating something that destroyed me

Poems with broken heart✌🏻

For the One Who Knows the Raven

In a sky that forgot its own stars, a small flame learned my true name. It never asked why the feathers were black only stood where the night grew thin. I am the watcher of quiet thresholds, counting losses like constellations. Yet when my voice broke into crows and static, you heard meaning... read more

Any thoughts.

Mar 6, 2025 Lost in past You forget that I cherish the past. They say to move on, but it’s too hard. I smile whenever I recall, Yet you fade like a story lost in time. When I see the stars so bright, Shining in the peaceful night, I’d rather see their gentle light, Reflected in your loving eyes. ... read more

An old title

Lights on the other side of the river old and new what is the right place to view. Makings of hearts to be torn and ones that are true, we are all of the same feelings love for oneself anew.

Comedic

For love to not be a door but just a lock and key not in the sensual way, today's age dont think this way. Not to be judgemental I was myself to a certain point and still a slightly lustfull individual but making me a key to many locks sounded not so special.

Voices

A voice in the dark is it mine or another part do they bring hurt or has my mind just forgot the feeling of safety and kindness from other hearts.

Where Love Goes to Rust

She calls me Raven. That is already a goodbye. I love her in the way metal loves rain— slow, ruinous, devout. Each kindness dulls me. Each smile presses the knife deeper without breaking skin. I thank her for it. I do not reach. I do not confess. I corrode. Let her happiness bloom far from my... read more

Devotion Without Witness

She calls me Raven, a creature of dusk, perched between goodbye and forever, black-feathered silence watching her light from afar. I love her the way graves love flowers: never touching, always nourishing. My heart learns the shape of restraint, beats softly so hers can sleep. There is a smile I... read more

Poem

Some poem that I wrote couple of days ago Tell me how it is

Filled with expectations

Tired

Self love

Creative minds sideways lines let their lives seep at times, maybe the heart just needs a bind. Treatment of the mental not of the physical, kindness of the whole not the part, Teach me the ways to your heart.

Vast

it is huge, dense, and strong but it dances with the wind: the one that is light and free huh, the irony its beauty does not fade may it be night or day it can be calm and crystal clear but during the storm, it is loud and it can kill —some parts of my poem

Experimenting with different poetic forms

-JOURNEY- To Think All we Want is to Belong somewhere in This world, want to find our path to Go, not stumble in the dark; maybe find a hand to Hold, some company on the journey, for a bumpy road with its gravel and dirt is Easier to take when you’re not alone but have some Love in your heart; one... (edited) read more

Stars

Traits from a heart that was once a part, Eyes bright full of light. We are the souls that brighten the night.

Do the stars grieve?

I float where twilight spills its violet sighs, Carrying echoes of moments that slipped through my hands. Moonlight drapes the night like a forgotten lullaby, Do the stars ever mourn the hearts that wander alone, or simply watch them vanish?

Keep going.

All these tries left me scared too much time they have not spared they tell me to do it afraid, uncomfortable and fair but when have they been left with no real family members left to care.