Poem/MY GREATEST HIGH 🍁🍃✨️

Candid Love

She who cries silently. She shines bright, though behind her eyes, She’s filled with fright. A heart so fragile and tormented- Scarred arms and fatigued eyes, She’s scared to be harmed. Her past is tomenting her, Though she continued to give love her all. She gave and gave and gave- Until... read more

A quick haiku, maybe?

As the sun goes down It's warmth is still felt elsewhere Until it comes back (edited)

Idea of you

how do I let go of something that was never mine how do I end things when it never even started did I even have a right to love you? most times I doubt... the idea of you I fell for the idea of you I built with the idea of you wanted you to be somehow it hurts even more because that future was... read more

Day 1 writing poems

She appeared without meaning to And in that instant, I was no longer alone with myself Nothing was said Yet something inside me confessed everything I understood then Some meetings are not events, They are verdicts

Too much heat (A Poem)

They move through the night like smoke no rush, no purpose just bars, clubs, noise faces blank, eyes gone like they forgot what they were looking for you been running for years and somehow still in the same spot cool with whoever long as they got something left to bleed still holding hands with... read more

Cave: part 3 of 4

Years pass The memories are faded but not forgotten At times I see the sillouette of that first shadow Painted on a wall The figures I saw revering their gods Are surely among my people --------- I work at a tavern Though I'm learning that perhaps I shouldn't However, it's difficult to quit when... read more

Afternoon poem Day 1.5

You were meant to be a life for me not a meeting, not a season, but the quiet answer to a question I never dared to finish. Now I lie beneath the lamps, their light trembling like a guilty conscience, in a garden of roses that knows too much of blood and too much of prayer. I resemble a knight... read more

Kafka

“If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.” —Franz Kafka

Venting

A stirring in my chest, an angry beehive Desire peace of mind but my mind decided to live on a boat A boat in the middle of nowhere With a fish on the line it refuses to let go of I scream to no one, I want this over with So I’m penning this page to get it out to someone The list of my personal... read more

In English, we say: “friends hurt too.” But in poetry, we say:.....

Perpetual sea

It feels like this wave will never crash An eternal surf perpetual sea without land A burning cauldron of feelings mourned en masse Through the looking glass the patch of grass has a brighter contrast but it can be mowed in a flash There's a mismatch Another addition that can't be divided Is it... read more

Something I won't see

Tu woh phul na jaye bhool toh teri woh raah mein main raha dhool

I love this old poem of mine.

I wrote this 7 years ago, what do you guys think? 💭💬🗨️

Fatima

❤️❤️❤️ Hello this side Fatima

I knew I was inlove the moment you wanted a piece of my heart, I smiled like a fool and gave you my whole damn soul.💔

The silent joys

I grew tired of hoping, of waiting for more, Of knocking my heart on a locked-looking door. Each expectation a promise half-made, Each “maybe someday” another debt paid. So I dropped all the questions, the "when" and the "why" , Not out of courage—just too worn to try. And there, in the quiet... read more

All these dating apps got me thinking…

Do similarities matter? Would our mirrored interests, our shared routines, bring us closer? Would they be enough to chain us down for life, enough for you to want eternity with me? Would it matter that you tick all my boxes? Would it matter? Would it be enough? Could this be a fantasy I could... read more

In English, we say: "I thought you loved me." But in poetry, we say:.....

I wish I knew how to quit you

You were a cautionary tale That if you want your orange peeled You have to go to the market to buy one Or pick it up off a branch or grow it yourself You were an orange I left on the counter for weeks Day by day Slipping gaze beneath the marble countertop Almost making sure you’re still in... (edited) read more

You Fell For Smoke

I let them think they could read me. I let them believe I was the game. But I’m the mirror, not the muse. The enigma, not the prize. 🎶 Voiceover: Original poem inspired by “Illusion” –Dua Lipa. (edited)

Poetry

Thee beholds melancholy , thy melancholy beholds thee , thine depravity.....

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Don't get too nervous when you meet someone. If you keep tensing up it's because you're trying to hard. So stop trying so hard and things will work out eventually. Relax and you will know what to do.

Hello new world🎀

You make the moon seem close....

Little Poem

I adore this one.

Silk

I want to be a rebel with a flower, wearing peacefulness and daisy chains like chain mail. I want to be a tidal wave of love, adorned with authenticity like war paint. I used to be a pacifist (with chaos raging within.) I remember my desire not to fight (and the trigger-happy impulses... read more

Books

My poetry books

Shadowlight

A shadow fell across my face, and I didn’t move. This is how I survive: Soft fire, still steel. You see a quiet girl. But I know the battles I’ve walked out of. Still here. Still beautiful. Still dangerous.

Drop your lines🤔

In English we say "Am I an option?" But in poetry, we say:

Power isn’t loud. It’s presence

She doesn’t enter rooms she shifts atmospheres. Not here to be understood. Here to be felt. Rich in silence. Louder than words.

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a love affair with the self the one I have to live with until the grave brain–body–soul meeting, again and again

A Kushy Poem

Unfurling Unfurling unto the world both ancient and new A light in the darkness, mists in the dew A glimmer in the void, shadows long to find This light in my chest, this light that's mine A light in the mist Bathes in shadows that twist Darknesses encroach Endevouring beyond reproach To smother... read more

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Elm by Sylvia Plath *not the full poem*

My fourth poem "After the Weather"

After the Weather Born early, lungs learning the world before the world agreed. Small body negotiating oxygen like a contract that might be revoked. Survival began as craft. Attention as instinct. The nervous system learned to read rooms the way animals read weather. In the forest where rooms... read more

In English, we say, "Are you okay?" But in poetry, we say:......

Re posting... cause why not 🤷🏻‍♀️