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Just a handwritten poem for you all

Some of us v raised to worship borders, to fear the way colors dared to collide. We framed u dreams in neat little boxes, and ed every quiet compromise "pride." Then life arrived barefoot, smudging rules with hands full of sky, painting storms across our windows, teaching us how to unlearn and… read more

The Old Tree

A chilling morning in October, I walk With a restless heart and tiring body And busy mind having meaningless talks A curious journey up to the forest Countless mysteries to unravel To bring back the fruits full of chests A sweaty body asking for a rest, I felt Also enjoying the cramping pain in… read more

10-14

I became your prose Your lingering rain shower dew The one bending your will Filling the pages of your history book You became my poetry My sun, blinding them eyes The easiest of preys, unsullied and pure Setting ablaze, creating a cure

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

Members of the past

In the old cherry picker of a 98 three stooges sat and wait, for a call to appear waiting for a line to be cleared a family needing power back to their home when everything could of gone wrong. The tree was cut and all was got. The family was happy, all was good they thanked the stooges and off… read more

Do you believe the good relationships take effort, or do they happen naturally?

Is this a conflict?

Can you be happy alone and still want love?

The Fear of Genuine Connection

Why do people chase your attention, then lose interest when they finally have it? 🤷🏻‍♀️

why it’s hard to believe when someone says they love you ? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Some people say they love the rain, yet they hide beneath an umbrella when it falls.☔️ Some say they love the wind, yet they close the windows when it blows.🍃

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Contentment 🤍

Creating beautiful memories on my own, until someone who truly belongs joins the story. :)

A blueprint of Tuesdays

The future we built was a house made of light, A blueprint of Tuesdays, of holding the night, Where I was a fixture, a branch on the tree, Beside your own mother, where your daughter met me. I had a seat at the table, a place in the hall, And in less than an hour, no shelter at all. This is the… read more

Love and time

Is it true that some people can fall in love after being together for only a short time, while others set time limits for getting to know each other? For example, if you're talking to someone for less than 2-3 months and they say "I love you," it might not be real love. ? 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Unwritten, At This Age Today I turn a page— not just older, but newly unafraid of the empty spaces ahead. This age feels like a beginning, not an ending— like a song I’ve heard before but only now understand. The rest is still unwritten, they say— and for once, I believe it. No more living in… read more

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

We are but a liar to ourselves

From the beginning I knew, How apart we are, And how things stand, And how we will end, I knew, and yet I hope for a different ending. m/n: making poems again : )

The Loneliness of Strong People

Is being strong a gift, or does it sometimes become a prison where no one realizes you need help too? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Honest

If everyone expressed their true feelings, would relationships become stronger, or would they end sooner?

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?

A forgotten toast

Cheers To the mistakes, To the missteps, To the misfortunes, To the miseries, Cheers For in between all these, You endured, You fought, You struggled, Cheers, Because our pains Are all part of who we are, and what we become. And we’re still here, Living, believing and I hope Smiling.… read more

Trust and let go

What’s for us will always find its way to us, no matter how long the wait. What’s not for us will always slip away, no matter how long we struggle to keep it. m/n: be kind to your heart and let it breathe and heal, let go.

What then?

When your hands are tired from holding doors that never opened, when your knees remember every prayer but heaven does not what then? When you have bent yourself into softer shapes, kinder words, better habits, brighter smiles like maybe if you polished hard enough you’d finally be chosen and… read more

A Love poem I wrote while not in love.

_The stars above glisten, shimmering light spilling across the sky. Love so rare, yet bold and bright. Beneath this hopeful sky lives a tale of you and I . not cold, not bitter, not bruised by the world we barely trust. Honeycomb sweet, tender and gentle. A love not only yours, not only mine, but… 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.

Before bedtime

The moon and the sea in the picture of my bedroom look so close together, but in reality, they are so far apart they are on opposite sides of the ocean. 😶‍🌫️

01-28

I welcome the cold, the pitch dark night I welcome the quiet stillness of the void The breeze of like gentle spring I welcome the longing solace it brings I embrace the warmth of the king sun I embrace the unrest of each jolly step The slow, swaying dawn as sunshine ends At long last, I embrace… read more

The Stars of Your Beauty ✨

Shining Star, Dancing light star, Loving star and Star igniting a fire. Every shining light makes the walls but your lights are beautiful, in my eyes are shining stars while I admire a beauty that is hard to see. Your smile is a shine Your eyes are a light Your face is like loving stars… read more

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

A Nameless Poem

If there was a book that God left on my doorstep, a book that held your memoirs, I would be left in a contradiction - whether to share your beauty with the world or simply keep it to myself. I would trace my finger over every word greedily, just to capture everything about you as accurately as I… read more

Just wrote this yesterday but I can’t figure out what to title it.

You say you’ll vanish, delete your trace, Just to pull me to another place. But I see through the lines you play, A tired script I won’t obey. You push, you nudge, you try to steer, As if I’d follow out of fear. But I’m not fooled, I know the game, Different words, but all the same. No, I won’t… read more

Essence (I remember I had a crush when I wrote this one🤭😂 )

I could drown in the essence of you when the world dissolves out of view — just us two, dancing on the moon. Clinging to something new, without logic, without reason, without the wise men or their rational tongues. Nothingness turned to art. You — into fine wine. Fireflies sparked the… read more

Limitations

Is it true that everything has its limitations? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Beneath the Storm: Embracing the Chaos of BPD

In the depths of emotion, where chaos resides, A journey commences, where the heart collides. A dance with shadows, a tempest inside, This is life's canvas, with BPD as our guide. A maelstrom of feelings, intense and untamed, A kaleidoscope palette, ever-changing, unnamed. Like wildfire, emotions… read more

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Where heaven meets the earth

There I saw the bliss, When heavens share the earth a kiss. Saw the angels dropping still, Like snow upon a frozen hill, Then went by a cold yet calm chill, That bent the flower, not its will. Living the dream of the fallen man, Holding dust in a trembling hand, I saw the nature then I sat, Where… read more

Sky

The universe always have a way to tell the beautiful story in the end of the day

Midnight Blues

And there, this night of somber came uncalled When dolorous echoes emerge in bawl As the dreamers lay in their cradles in peace Two sleepless windows bound in reminisce As though playing a record, over and over With an indelible ballad that worn overuse Harkened by its tune, basked in maroon I… (edited) read more

Borderlines & Ghosts

They call it Borderline. I call it being stuck in a body that doesn’t know how to hold this much fire and frost at the same time. One minute, I’m burning. My skin cracks from the heat of too-much. Love too deep. Hurt too loud. And then click— cold. Like I never cared, like I never even knew their… read more

Another Death

The giggles every night Every hugs had given The silent night Filled by the cheerful noises. But now, This night gives terror The roaring thunder And flash of lightnings.. No cheerful laughs anymore Only the anger of heavens The death's parading its scythe to me To tear my flesh, bones, and… read more