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My Unreturned Feelings...
Turning the pages of my worn-out book,
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written ”Hey I’m bored”
”Hey bored focus on the board”
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.
Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you’d be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But unprepared I was, it took me a while,
To sit beside an empty seat, not seeing your smile,
Without the sun painting your face with its light,
I wasn’t ready to bid you goodbye, not quite.
As morning dawned, tears welled in your eyes,
You were moving far away from this tiny countryside,
I didn’t cry, said it would be fine,
But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t, I just lied.
Plans to meet made, promises to call,
But distance and time took their toll,
I am left alone in this small, familiar place,
Everything’s the same, but you’re not here to embrace,
Weirdly it feels like I’ve lost a part of me,
Regrets of what-ifs cling, tormenting me,
If only I had expressed what I felt and not been scared and slow,
Maybe it would have been easier for me to let go,
And live without these unreturned feelings that only grow.
I liked you years ago and I still do even now,
And I fear falling for another, my heart won’t allow.
P. S. It’s supposed be a story, I’m lazy that’s why I just made it into a poem...
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written ”Hey I’m bored”
”Hey bored focus on the board”
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.
Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you’d be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But unprepared I was, it took me a while,
To sit beside an empty seat, not seeing your smile,
Without the sun painting your face with its light,
I wasn’t ready to bid you goodbye, not quite.
As morning dawned, tears welled in your eyes,
You were moving far away from this tiny countryside,
I didn’t cry, said it would be fine,
But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t, I just lied.
Plans to meet made, promises to call,
But distance and time took their toll,
I am left alone in this small, familiar place,
Everything’s the same, but you’re not here to embrace,
Weirdly it feels like I’ve lost a part of me,
Regrets of what-ifs cling, tormenting me,
If only I had expressed what I felt and not been scared and slow,
Maybe it would have been easier for me to let go,
And live without these unreturned feelings that only grow.
I liked you years ago and I still do even now,
And I fear falling for another, my heart won’t allow.
P. S. It’s supposed be a story, I’m lazy that’s why I just made it into a poem...
shine coshine
Neverland
Come on take me
to your Neverland.
Show me how you
always understand.
I feel like I will
get lost in your eyes.
You can make me
feel like a butterfly.
I don’t know why
you can say goodbye.
I won’t let you
ever ever cry.
I can touch and see
your face in the sand.
I know you will
always give me a hand.
to your Neverland.
Show me how you
always understand.
I feel like I will
get lost in your eyes.
You can make me
feel like a butterfly.
I don’t know why
you can say goodbye.
I won’t let you
ever ever cry.
I can touch and see
your face in the sand.
I know you will
always give me a hand.
Alice Nicole
The Girl I Once Loved
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With a radiant smile, and the kindest soul.
The girl I once loved
Had dark brown hair and big doe eyes,
Her soulful voice, her smile so wide.
She was as an angel in human disguise.
She was the person I looked up to,
Someone with whom I’d forever want to be.
We grew up together, a promise of ’forever after’
Shared stories and laughter.
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With the kindest soul,
And a radiant smile to recall.
To the girl I once loved so dear,
I wish I could convey how much I hold you near.
In my heart, you meant the world to me,
All the things that made you perfect that you couldn’t see.
I wish you could see through my eyes,
Feel what I felt, no disguise.
To the girl I once loved dearly,
I hope to see your smile, sincerely.
To you, my dear love,
With the prettiest smile from above,
My first love, my life,
I hope you’ll smile again in time.
To you, my dear, my life’s treasure,
My love for you, no one can measure.
The world may not understand, but let them be,
Your happiness is everything I need to live.
To you, my dear, so pure,
The girl I still adore,
May you find happiness again.
Was the most beautiful of all,
With a radiant smile, and the kindest soul.
The girl I once loved
Had dark brown hair and big doe eyes,
Her soulful voice, her smile so wide.
She was as an angel in human disguise.
She was the person I looked up to,
Someone with whom I’d forever want to be.
We grew up together, a promise of ’forever after’
Shared stories and laughter.
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With the kindest soul,
And a radiant smile to recall.
To the girl I once loved so dear,
I wish I could convey how much I hold you near.
In my heart, you meant the world to me,
All the things that made you perfect that you couldn’t see.
I wish you could see through my eyes,
Feel what I felt, no disguise.
To the girl I once loved dearly,
I hope to see your smile, sincerely.
To you, my dear love,
With the prettiest smile from above,
My first love, my life,
I hope you’ll smile again in time.
To you, my dear, my life’s treasure,
My love for you, no one can measure.
The world may not understand, but let them be,
Your happiness is everything I need to live.
To you, my dear, so pure,
The girl I still adore,
May you find happiness again.
shine coshine
I hope
’Cause I don’t like to see you cry,
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
I’ll look into your eye,
And promise to always try.
Whenever you say Hi,
My day becomes bright.
I’ll chase down the light,
And forever bring it to your sight.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
’Cause you light up my every night,
I hope I always stay in your sight.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
I’ll look into your eye,
And promise to always try.
Whenever you say Hi,
My day becomes bright.
I’ll chase down the light,
And forever bring it to your sight.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
’Cause you light up my every night,
I hope I always stay in your sight.
Alice Nicole
𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴
The choking smell of burning cigarettes,
Blue roses that love crimson blood,
The sound of beads of memories scattering on floor -
I try to forget how to think.
I write and live ”𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔” I never saw.
These words give me life when I lose my breath.
The papers I tormented to heal the wounds of loss -
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
~ Ꭰҽҽ 🥀
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Blue roses that love crimson blood,
The sound of beads of memories scattering on floor -
I try to forget how to think.
I write and live ”𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔” I never saw.
These words give me life when I lose my breath.
The papers I tormented to heal the wounds of loss -
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.
~ Ꭰҽҽ 🥀
© Image clicked my @deedreamz
𝐷𝑒𝑒 💙
I Did Everything
You told me to change
Said I wasn’t enough
You needed someone
to make you proud
You told me to be someone
I wasn’t
Indirectly urged me to lose myself
So I did
Now you’re asking me why
I’m not the same
Claiming it’s not how I was
supposed to be
Now you’re asking me why
I have changed
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do?
I listened to your words
with no choice
Did all you asked
Believing all was for the best
Believing your every lie
I did everything you wanted
Tried my best to meet your standards
Striving to be that child
who’d make you proud
But it seems as though I’ve failed
As if all I did is in vain
Because you’re still not satisfied
But I lost myself in the trying
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do now?
I did everything
Didn’t play with other kids
Tried my best to avoid foolishness
Worked to be someone
I wasn’t
I did my best to meet your standards
To live your dreams
To live as you wanted
Thinking of you as family
You were the only one for me
Now I don’t know
what I’m supposed to be
I don’t even recognize
me
You told me, so I did
Everything
But you’re still not satisfied
Now I don’t know why I even tried
Said I wasn’t enough
You needed someone
to make you proud
You told me to be someone
I wasn’t
Indirectly urged me to lose myself
So I did
Now you’re asking me why
I’m not the same
Claiming it’s not how I was
supposed to be
Now you’re asking me why
I have changed
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do?
I listened to your words
with no choice
Did all you asked
Believing all was for the best
Believing your every lie
I did everything you wanted
Tried my best to meet your standards
Striving to be that child
who’d make you proud
But it seems as though I’ve failed
As if all I did is in vain
Because you’re still not satisfied
But I lost myself in the trying
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do now?
I did everything
Didn’t play with other kids
Tried my best to avoid foolishness
Worked to be someone
I wasn’t
I did my best to meet your standards
To live your dreams
To live as you wanted
Thinking of you as family
You were the only one for me
Now I don’t know
what I’m supposed to be
I don’t even recognize
me
You told me, so I did
Everything
But you’re still not satisfied
Now I don’t know why I even tried
shine coshine
𝐀 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥
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𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬
𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧-𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬’ 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬
𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬
𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝
-𝙰𝚗𝚗 𝙴. 𝙼𝚌𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚎 🌻
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𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬
𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐬
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧-𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬
𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬’ 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬
𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬
𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞
𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧
𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧-𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬
𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐰𝐧
𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐬
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬
𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥’𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐦𝐞
𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝
-𝙰𝚗𝚗 𝙴. 𝙼𝚌𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚎 🌻
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𝙰𝚗𝚗 𝙴. 𝙼𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚎
Fireflies in your hair
Watching the sunset fall,
Awaiting the tranquility of the night
Your eager gaze
Watched them gently come, Into sight
They twinkle once, they twinkle twice
Specks of light before your very eyes
Like falling stars, they glow so bright
Beating their wings as they slowly take flight
A curious little one leaves the rest
It lands in your hair,
An unexpected little guest
The little traveler got tangled in the strands,
Before you rescued it, with your hands
The little creature twitches with fright
You steady it on your fingers, and let it take flight
Slowly, it joins the rest of its friends
And higher up into the sky, they ascend
Awaiting the tranquility of the night
Your eager gaze
Watched them gently come, Into sight
They twinkle once, they twinkle twice
Specks of light before your very eyes
Like falling stars, they glow so bright
Beating their wings as they slowly take flight
A curious little one leaves the rest
It lands in your hair,
An unexpected little guest
The little traveler got tangled in the strands,
Before you rescued it, with your hands
The little creature twitches with fright
You steady it on your fingers, and let it take flight
Slowly, it joins the rest of its friends
And higher up into the sky, they ascend
Dezi 🖤
ALIVE (ZINDA)
A person doesn’t live alone
They die
By living with someone
Who doesn’t care about them,
Who is with them for selfish reasons only
They get suffocated
By becoming a second choice always
By feeling that
They’ll never be someone’s priority
They suffer
How are they alive
Didn’t the loneliness kill them?
Didn’t they shatter into thousands of pieces upon being used?
Didn’t they feel like dieing
Upon becoming just a backup?
And their smile
Yes the same smile which everyone finds very lovely
The same smile no one is there to protect
How is it still there?
Who will explain people
Corpse also walk
How can someone look shattered
When they are broken from inside
Not every smile reaches the eyes
The tears in one’s eyes aren’t shown.
PS: Never make someone feel they deserve to be a second option only, not a priority
Never expect a person to come and tell you their pain easily,
if they could they wouldn’t be broken
Never ignore the signs, giving hints is the most a person suffering can do
Never let the person willing to die reach the level of attempting once
they won’t stop till they succeed.
HINDI VERSION:
Insaan akele jeeta nahi,
Marta hai
Kisi aise ke saath rehne se
Jisko uski kadar nahi,
Jo bas matlab ke liye saath hai
Ghutan hoti hai
Humesha second choice bane reh jane se
Yeh ehsaas hone se ki
Kabhi woh kisiki priority na banega
Takleef hoti hai
Na jaane kaise zinda hai woh
Kya akelapan use kha nahi gaya?
Kya istemaal hone ke baad uske hazaaron tukade nahi ho gaye?
Kya kewal ek backup banne se
Mar jaane ka man nahi kar gaya?
Aur uski hasi
Ha wahi hasi jo sabko pyaari lagti hai
Wahi hasi jiski hifaazat karne wala nahi
Kaise hai barkarar?
Kaun samajhaye logo ko
Laashein bhi chalti hai
Kaise bikhra hua dikhe woh
Jo andar se toota hai
Har hasi aankho tak nahi pahuchti
Aankho ki nami dikhayi nahi jaati.
They die
By living with someone
Who doesn’t care about them,
Who is with them for selfish reasons only
They get suffocated
By becoming a second choice always
By feeling that
They’ll never be someone’s priority
They suffer
How are they alive
Didn’t the loneliness kill them?
Didn’t they shatter into thousands of pieces upon being used?
Didn’t they feel like dieing
Upon becoming just a backup?
And their smile
Yes the same smile which everyone finds very lovely
The same smile no one is there to protect
How is it still there?
Who will explain people
Corpse also walk
How can someone look shattered
When they are broken from inside
Not every smile reaches the eyes
The tears in one’s eyes aren’t shown.
PS: Never make someone feel they deserve to be a second option only, not a priority
Never expect a person to come and tell you their pain easily,
if they could they wouldn’t be broken
Never ignore the signs, giving hints is the most a person suffering can do
Never let the person willing to die reach the level of attempting once
they won’t stop till they succeed.
HINDI VERSION:
Insaan akele jeeta nahi,
Marta hai
Kisi aise ke saath rehne se
Jisko uski kadar nahi,
Jo bas matlab ke liye saath hai
Ghutan hoti hai
Humesha second choice bane reh jane se
Yeh ehsaas hone se ki
Kabhi woh kisiki priority na banega
Takleef hoti hai
Na jaane kaise zinda hai woh
Kya akelapan use kha nahi gaya?
Kya istemaal hone ke baad uske hazaaron tukade nahi ho gaye?
Kya kewal ek backup banne se
Mar jaane ka man nahi kar gaya?
Aur uski hasi
Ha wahi hasi jo sabko pyaari lagti hai
Wahi hasi jiski hifaazat karne wala nahi
Kaise hai barkarar?
Kaun samajhaye logo ko
Laashein bhi chalti hai
Kaise bikhra hua dikhe woh
Jo andar se toota hai
Har hasi aankho tak nahi pahuchti
Aankho ki nami dikhayi nahi jaati.
wandering mind
if eyes were nightlights.
amidst the riders of dark stealing our feelings as they pass by,
i question all the seasons that have ever brushed their faces.
their hands have wrinkled labouring to keep foreheads dry,
yet somehow, the storms always seep out at the wrong places.
i want to speak and know if calm is what really stills their seas,
but masks are mesmerizing so everything is only white or black.
if eyes were nightlights, they’d shine with all the hushed pleas,
and then we would see in them bleeding feet on uneven tracks.
—S.
i question all the seasons that have ever brushed their faces.
their hands have wrinkled labouring to keep foreheads dry,
yet somehow, the storms always seep out at the wrong places.
i want to speak and know if calm is what really stills their seas,
but masks are mesmerizing so everything is only white or black.
if eyes were nightlights, they’d shine with all the hushed pleas,
and then we would see in them bleeding feet on uneven tracks.
—S.
S .
Fervent
In exactly {redacted} days,
I will be 16.
Still so young,
But so old.
Maturing day by day,
Watching as the light dims down.
The moon rises.
Growing up is a pain in the a**,
It’s so hard,
but i don’t know that half of it yet.
I am scared, frightened, worried about the future.
Million of “what ifs” running through my head.
What if nothing i do is ever enough?
I will be 16.
Still so young,
But so old.
Maturing day by day,
Watching as the light dims down.
The moon rises.
Growing up is a pain in the a**,
It’s so hard,
but i don’t know that half of it yet.
I am scared, frightened, worried about the future.
Million of “what ifs” running through my head.
What if nothing i do is ever enough?
Nan k
Fragments Of My Childhood
The fragrance of my childhood
Hides in the folds of your embrace.
You were warm, like the sun’s rays,
Whenever I needed you, you were there.
I thought our relationship would always stay that way.
I loved you so much, and I expected you to do the same,
But with time, our relationship got tainted,
And our love for each other slowly faded.
With passing years, the distance grew between us.
It’s not like I don’t love you anymore,
I still do as much as before,
And I know you love me too,
But it does not feel the same anymore.
You are here, but when I look for you,
I just cannot find you anywhere.
Even though the world left me behind,
I hoped you would be with me through time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
But all the times you looked at me with contempt, I still remember.
My love for you is still there,
Your love for me is still here.
But our relationship is not like before,
Even though we are so close by,
It feels like we are countries apart.
I can’t feel your warmth anymore,
All the good memories of you are here,
You too are here, but it’s not like before.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
In those fragments, I remember how
You used to smile and look at me with love.
In your embrace, I felt all the warmth.
You were there for me whenever I cried,
And when I needed you, you appeared right before my eyes.
But now that I am older, things have changed.
As I look at you, I don’t feel the same,
You’re still as before, but we are not anymore.
People say, with time, relationships change, and I guess that’s true.
What we have now is hard to believe, describe.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
How you looked at me lovingly, I still reminisce and smile.
But I still remember how you gazed at me as if I were something filthy.
In those fragments of my childhood,
I still remember that young child who used to be happy.
And loved their mother dearly; they still do,
But it’s not the same anymore.
It’s all just confined to those fragments,
And those fragments are slowly fading away,
Like those dreams that fade over time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
All the times you smiled at me lovingly, I still remember.
But just like a dream, it doesn’t feel real anymore.
Hides in the folds of your embrace.
You were warm, like the sun’s rays,
Whenever I needed you, you were there.
I thought our relationship would always stay that way.
I loved you so much, and I expected you to do the same,
But with time, our relationship got tainted,
And our love for each other slowly faded.
With passing years, the distance grew between us.
It’s not like I don’t love you anymore,
I still do as much as before,
And I know you love me too,
But it does not feel the same anymore.
You are here, but when I look for you,
I just cannot find you anywhere.
Even though the world left me behind,
I hoped you would be with me through time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
But all the times you looked at me with contempt, I still remember.
My love for you is still there,
Your love for me is still here.
But our relationship is not like before,
Even though we are so close by,
It feels like we are countries apart.
I can’t feel your warmth anymore,
All the good memories of you are here,
You too are here, but it’s not like before.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
In those fragments, I remember how
You used to smile and look at me with love.
In your embrace, I felt all the warmth.
You were there for me whenever I cried,
And when I needed you, you appeared right before my eyes.
But now that I am older, things have changed.
As I look at you, I don’t feel the same,
You’re still as before, but we are not anymore.
People say, with time, relationships change, and I guess that’s true.
What we have now is hard to believe, describe.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
How you looked at me lovingly, I still reminisce and smile.
But I still remember how you gazed at me as if I were something filthy.
In those fragments of my childhood,
I still remember that young child who used to be happy.
And loved their mother dearly; they still do,
But it’s not the same anymore.
It’s all just confined to those fragments,
And those fragments are slowly fading away,
Like those dreams that fade over time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
All the times you smiled at me lovingly, I still remember.
But just like a dream, it doesn’t feel real anymore.
shine coshine
When Everyone And No One’s Watching
When you look in my eyes and tell me I’m beautiful.
Will you do the same in front of your friends at all costs?
Will I still be the one you want when the world is watching?
Will you still hold me when your ex’s parents walk in?
Tell me I’m in all your dreams,
Tell me I’m the reason you breathe.
Will you do it in front of everyone and when there’s no one?
I think about it too often.
But will I be the one when everyone and no one is watching?
Will I still be your prize when I’m close to fifty nine?
Will you tell your friends that I’m your life?
Will I be enough for you, with the blinds closed and in front of judging eyes?
In front of strangers, will you say that you never need to see the northern lights because you are holding the sight?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
When your hurt, will you call on my name on the edge of time?
Will you do the same when your family stay the night?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
Will you do the same in front of your friends at all costs?
Will I still be the one you want when the world is watching?
Will you still hold me when your ex’s parents walk in?
Tell me I’m in all your dreams,
Tell me I’m the reason you breathe.
Will you do it in front of everyone and when there’s no one?
I think about it too often.
But will I be the one when everyone and no one is watching?
Will I still be your prize when I’m close to fifty nine?
Will you tell your friends that I’m your life?
Will I be enough for you, with the blinds closed and in front of judging eyes?
In front of strangers, will you say that you never need to see the northern lights because you are holding the sight?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
When your hurt, will you call on my name on the edge of time?
Will you do the same when your family stay the night?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
SzS 12
I Don’t Know Why, I Even Try
Soft-spoken
Not profane
Another argument I must refrain,
From sharing my thoughts
Calling the shots
Hoping my stance comes clear
And that my respect isn’t seen as mere
Once I step up,
To the conversation
I can already feel the agitation
”I disagree with this”
”I disagree with that”
Could you even hear each other’s perspective?
We’re getting off track!
Combative is the spirit
Being heard is the goal
If you refuse to listen, the purpose is gone as a whole
So I ask you
The one with malice in their eyes,
Why did I even try?
Not profane
Another argument I must refrain,
From sharing my thoughts
Calling the shots
Hoping my stance comes clear
And that my respect isn’t seen as mere
Once I step up,
To the conversation
I can already feel the agitation
”I disagree with this”
”I disagree with that”
Could you even hear each other’s perspective?
We’re getting off track!
Combative is the spirit
Being heard is the goal
If you refuse to listen, the purpose is gone as a whole
So I ask you
The one with malice in their eyes,
Why did I even try?
AN AN
Girl in the Mirrior
(DISCLAIMER! This is disturbing, but I promise you this is just a POEM! Nothing more)
That bottomless pain in my heart only caves in deeper as the days pass on
I feel like I’m drowning in my grief—
thick and sickening
Whenever I look at my reflection
my emotions slip away and I curse myself
My heart crumbles to dust
I want to break every mirror I see,
I never want to see the girl looking back at me ever again
I want to tear her apart
What happened to her?
I hate her so much,
this girl
I wish she never screwed her life up as she had
She makes me want to scream
and crumple to the ground
and die
Why do I have to see that girl
whenever I see a reflection?
What have I turned into?
What am I doing?
I hate that girl in the mirror
looking back at me
I wish she would disappear
I want her to die
and never come back
I’m drowning and I can’t. . .
I just can’t anymore
I never want to see her again
Just die already,
girl in the mirror,
whose eyes are full of pain
without a tear to drop
Just die
That bottomless pain in my heart only caves in deeper as the days pass on
I feel like I’m drowning in my grief—
thick and sickening
Whenever I look at my reflection
my emotions slip away and I curse myself
My heart crumbles to dust
I want to break every mirror I see,
I never want to see the girl looking back at me ever again
I want to tear her apart
What happened to her?
I hate her so much,
this girl
I wish she never screwed her life up as she had
She makes me want to scream
and crumple to the ground
and die
Why do I have to see that girl
whenever I see a reflection?
What have I turned into?
What am I doing?
I hate that girl in the mirror
looking back at me
I wish she would disappear
I want her to die
and never come back
I’m drowning and I can’t. . .
I just can’t anymore
I never want to see her again
Just die already,
girl in the mirror,
whose eyes are full of pain
without a tear to drop
Just die
APRIL Flawless
When the darkness falls
When the darkness falls
Problems big and small
”... all, ... all, ... all, ...”
They echo as they call
So she curls up in a ball
Like a fetus small
Feeling like she’s got
Zero control
While her bedroom walls
Towering tall
Threaten to come down
Crashing her and all
It’s a constant fight
With a hush of the night
In hope she’ll fall asleep
She keeps on the light
But there’s nowhere to hide
When one feels contrite
It’s all magnified
In the darkness of the night
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
Problems big and small
”... all, ... all, ... all, ...”
They echo as they call
So she curls up in a ball
Like a fetus small
Feeling like she’s got
Zero control
While her bedroom walls
Towering tall
Threaten to come down
Crashing her and all
It’s a constant fight
With a hush of the night
In hope she’ll fall asleep
She keeps on the light
But there’s nowhere to hide
When one feels contrite
It’s all magnified
In the darkness of the night
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
Milka
Failure
”Step up in front of the class!”
”Describe yourself with one word”
”No inappropriate choices or phrases, don’t make it absurd!”
I curse myself seeing she picks me first
My classmates were now immersed, in my next move
I disapprove, of the laughing I hear from the back of the room
With my hands shaking, I utter ”Failure”
The teacher glances
But I’ve been on my best behavior
The laughing grows louder
The teacher scolds, how her, choice
Of words created a riot
And made the kids anything but quiet
”No, let me explain!”
”Please sit down, we don’t have all day.”
The cycle of failure continues to replay
”Describe yourself with one word”
”No inappropriate choices or phrases, don’t make it absurd!”
I curse myself seeing she picks me first
My classmates were now immersed, in my next move
I disapprove, of the laughing I hear from the back of the room
With my hands shaking, I utter ”Failure”
The teacher glances
But I’ve been on my best behavior
The laughing grows louder
The teacher scolds, how her, choice
Of words created a riot
And made the kids anything but quiet
”No, let me explain!”
”Please sit down, we don’t have all day.”
The cycle of failure continues to replay
AN AN
Hard To Unlove You
When I take a step ahead,
you force me to retreat two steps back.
Just as I sense us getting close,
you prove me wrong each time.
However, like a fool, I fall for your crafted illusion every time.
The words, like a lump in my throat, cling.
When I muster courage at last,
you make me bite my tongue and regret everything.
Unsaid words consume my mind,
eat me alive, roam freely, haunting the night.
As I attempt to crawl back from the edge,
you plunge me back deeper into the abyss.
To the world’s end, you drag me,
refusing to release me from your claws.
You’re the tunnel that surrounds me, making me devoid of light,
engulfing me in your shadow,
making me suffocated is all you do,
yet I still can’t unlove you.
I fear what I may become,
I fear I’ll never be enough.
And I’m afraid I love you so deeply,
so your pain becomes mine, it’s such a pity.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt over your misery,
it’s your life, you choose this path of misery,
So don’t pull me along in your despair.
It’s wrong, you know, yet you still do.
I want to hate you,
but I still can’t unlove you.
I’m tracing your footsteps,
your shadow cast over me,
anxiously fearing someday I’ll become the one I hate.
So, I want to escape
from your shadow and your name.
But unfortunately, we’re bound by the same fate,
the same thread tied around our necks.
I can only run but can’t hide away
from the fate and the shadow that we share.
P.S. I think the picture is the most accurate representation for this poem...
you force me to retreat two steps back.
Just as I sense us getting close,
you prove me wrong each time.
However, like a fool, I fall for your crafted illusion every time.
The words, like a lump in my throat, cling.
When I muster courage at last,
you make me bite my tongue and regret everything.
Unsaid words consume my mind,
eat me alive, roam freely, haunting the night.
As I attempt to crawl back from the edge,
you plunge me back deeper into the abyss.
To the world’s end, you drag me,
refusing to release me from your claws.
You’re the tunnel that surrounds me, making me devoid of light,
engulfing me in your shadow,
making me suffocated is all you do,
yet I still can’t unlove you.
I fear what I may become,
I fear I’ll never be enough.
And I’m afraid I love you so deeply,
so your pain becomes mine, it’s such a pity.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt over your misery,
it’s your life, you choose this path of misery,
So don’t pull me along in your despair.
It’s wrong, you know, yet you still do.
I want to hate you,
but I still can’t unlove you.
I’m tracing your footsteps,
your shadow cast over me,
anxiously fearing someday I’ll become the one I hate.
So, I want to escape
from your shadow and your name.
But unfortunately, we’re bound by the same fate,
the same thread tied around our necks.
I can only run but can’t hide away
from the fate and the shadow that we share.
P.S. I think the picture is the most accurate representation for this poem...
shine coshine
Corrupted
The regret is greater than the pleasure. I’m losing my grip slowly, falling into the abyss of pleasure and regret. I’m not strong , save me.
Who is he talking to? Is it the loneliness or are you actually looking for love this time? The season of love is over. You love, they love you, get so scared you crawl back into your hole, and here you are again.
Get the fuck out of here. I should probably leave. Yes, you should. There’s no love for you, coward.
Who is he talking to? Is it the loneliness or are you actually looking for love this time? The season of love is over. You love, they love you, get so scared you crawl back into your hole, and here you are again.
Get the fuck out of here. I should probably leave. Yes, you should. There’s no love for you, coward.
Kimmy ベイカー
Preferences.
I like my coffee strong or with oat milk, my toast on the crunchy side and my mornings sunny.
My sage tea I prefer with honey, my embraces long, the summer dresses I want flowy, my hair curled and combed.
My cookies have to be with triple chocolate and my casserole with cheese,
The countless flowers on the grass in my yard with bees.
I like my family whole and happy, my friends never sappy and my phone calls deep.
I like my one friend more than the other, and perhaps I’m stupid
Because I should be fucking grateful that Cupid - as clumsy as he might be - has shot his friendship arrow through us both.
Maybe our friendship never was an oath, I did have one with the first and she is never a bother when I hang out with her.
Yet with the other, I feel like a grease stain on glasses or a scratch on a favourite plate - no, I doubt that there is hate, yet I feel like I force her to spend time with me when I can tell she would rather be with others.
I prefer my colors to be bright and my clothes to stand out on sight.
I prefer friends that I don’t have to hide
Details from that could possibly hurt from the start.
And I like low-maintenance friendships where I can check in every now and then and we continue like we never spend time apart.
My friends are happy, so I should be happy too,
Yet I feel like one keeps a mental list of the times I started to pick up conversation and
When she had to.
My family is whole and hers isn’t and I fear that she’d one day decide to leave me for the better - I already planned out every word of my apology letter, things I never did that I apologized for.
”Am I not lovable, am I hard to love?” - ”No” is both their retort, yet I know only one says it without a second thought.
She’s my safe haven, my escape, the other is my gossip maiden, my laughter of the week.
Yet I always catch myself that I seek
Comfort in one more than the other.
”If I needed a donor, would you donate?”
Yes, without a doubt, I’d rather rip out
My own heart with my cold hands than even spend a thought about
Myself.
If I were to ask that in return, I’d only know one person who would sacrifice themselves
For my own well-being and health.
Does the other ever miss me? I reach out to her and our conversation is short-lasted
Yet we talk and laugh like real friends.
So I always wonder if it’s normal that I therefore still have
A preference.
My sage tea I prefer with honey, my embraces long, the summer dresses I want flowy, my hair curled and combed.
My cookies have to be with triple chocolate and my casserole with cheese,
The countless flowers on the grass in my yard with bees.
I like my family whole and happy, my friends never sappy and my phone calls deep.
I like my one friend more than the other, and perhaps I’m stupid
Because I should be fucking grateful that Cupid - as clumsy as he might be - has shot his friendship arrow through us both.
Maybe our friendship never was an oath, I did have one with the first and she is never a bother when I hang out with her.
Yet with the other, I feel like a grease stain on glasses or a scratch on a favourite plate - no, I doubt that there is hate, yet I feel like I force her to spend time with me when I can tell she would rather be with others.
I prefer my colors to be bright and my clothes to stand out on sight.
I prefer friends that I don’t have to hide
Details from that could possibly hurt from the start.
And I like low-maintenance friendships where I can check in every now and then and we continue like we never spend time apart.
My friends are happy, so I should be happy too,
Yet I feel like one keeps a mental list of the times I started to pick up conversation and
When she had to.
My family is whole and hers isn’t and I fear that she’d one day decide to leave me for the better - I already planned out every word of my apology letter, things I never did that I apologized for.
”Am I not lovable, am I hard to love?” - ”No” is both their retort, yet I know only one says it without a second thought.
She’s my safe haven, my escape, the other is my gossip maiden, my laughter of the week.
Yet I always catch myself that I seek
Comfort in one more than the other.
”If I needed a donor, would you donate?”
Yes, without a doubt, I’d rather rip out
My own heart with my cold hands than even spend a thought about
Myself.
If I were to ask that in return, I’d only know one person who would sacrifice themselves
For my own well-being and health.
Does the other ever miss me? I reach out to her and our conversation is short-lasted
Yet we talk and laugh like real friends.
So I always wonder if it’s normal that I therefore still have
A preference.
Fay Willows
Broken Heart
When I met you,
I knew without doubt it was true,
That I loved you with all my heart,
With you, never did I want to part
I swear, I had fallen for you hard
The love that I had for you was longer than the Nile
And whenever I saw your sweet, contagious smile
My world would stop spinning for a while
Anything for you I did not mind going an extra mile
Because I was hypnotized by your unique style
I enjoyed holding you tight
And hated it when we had a fight
I never wanted you out of my sight
With you in my life, my future seemed bright
But when you left ,my world lost all the light
If I had a baseball bat
I would smash a near-by rat
Not because I’m filled with hate
But my anger is great
Surely this is not a matter to debate
But maybe to regret
There is no need to cover
Something that is already over
I’ve got no lover
She’s gone forever.
I knew without doubt it was true,
That I loved you with all my heart,
With you, never did I want to part
I swear, I had fallen for you hard
The love that I had for you was longer than the Nile
And whenever I saw your sweet, contagious smile
My world would stop spinning for a while
Anything for you I did not mind going an extra mile
Because I was hypnotized by your unique style
I enjoyed holding you tight
And hated it when we had a fight
I never wanted you out of my sight
With you in my life, my future seemed bright
But when you left ,my world lost all the light
If I had a baseball bat
I would smash a near-by rat
Not because I’m filled with hate
But my anger is great
Surely this is not a matter to debate
But maybe to regret
There is no need to cover
Something that is already over
I’ve got no lover
She’s gone forever.
Hermes
Would you be scared?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me jump off a bridge.
Would you run and try to save me or stand there and watch?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me drawing red lines on myself with a knife.
Would you hide and watch or tell me to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw a group of guys trying to take advantage of me.
Would you stand there and watch or try to tell them to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me trying to hang myself.
Would you just peek through the door and watch me suffocate or save my life?
Would you be scared?
If you found me dead in the woods.
Would you walk away from my body or tell people you found me?
No sorry, The real question is,
Would you save me?
You tell me you love me yet you can’t answer me.
Would you save my life?
If you saw a group of guys beating me up
Would you run up and tell them to stop or stand there in watch?
Would you call me a punk?
If I told you these girls took advantage of me.
Would I still be your #1?
Would you be there for me?
If you saw me crying alone?
Yes.
There’s a difference between you and me.
I never told you ”I loved you” yet I still try to show it.
But you, you just say that you love me. Yet you never show it.
If you saw me jump off a bridge.
Would you run and try to save me or stand there and watch?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me drawing red lines on myself with a knife.
Would you hide and watch or tell me to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw a group of guys trying to take advantage of me.
Would you stand there and watch or try to tell them to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me trying to hang myself.
Would you just peek through the door and watch me suffocate or save my life?
Would you be scared?
If you found me dead in the woods.
Would you walk away from my body or tell people you found me?
No sorry, The real question is,
Would you save me?
You tell me you love me yet you can’t answer me.
Would you save my life?
If you saw a group of guys beating me up
Would you run up and tell them to stop or stand there in watch?
Would you call me a punk?
If I told you these girls took advantage of me.
Would I still be your #1?
Would you be there for me?
If you saw me crying alone?
Yes.
There’s a difference between you and me.
I never told you ”I loved you” yet I still try to show it.
But you, you just say that you love me. Yet you never show it.
Nelly Louis
”Trying to calm everyone down, she herself fell apart.”💗💫
She tried to calm everyone’s fears,
But inside, she shed silent tears.
Ignoring her own pain, she played her part,
Until she realized, she too had a heart.
Helping others was all she knew,
But she forgot to care for herself too.
In the end, she learned a vital art,
To find balance, and heal her own heart.
With each troubled soul, she lent a hand,
But forgot to tend to her own inner land.
Her kindness flowed like a gentle stream,
Yet she forgot to nurture her own dream.
In the rush to comfort, she lost her way,
Her own needs hidden, day by day.
But in the silence of her inner strife,
She discovered the importance of her own life.
So let her story be a guiding light,
To remind us all to hold ourselves tight.
For in caring for others, let’s not forget,
To cherish ourselves, our own silhouette
But inside, she shed silent tears.
Ignoring her own pain, she played her part,
Until she realized, she too had a heart.
Helping others was all she knew,
But she forgot to care for herself too.
In the end, she learned a vital art,
To find balance, and heal her own heart.
With each troubled soul, she lent a hand,
But forgot to tend to her own inner land.
Her kindness flowed like a gentle stream,
Yet she forgot to nurture her own dream.
In the rush to comfort, she lost her way,
Her own needs hidden, day by day.
But in the silence of her inner strife,
She discovered the importance of her own life.
So let her story be a guiding light,
To remind us all to hold ourselves tight.
For in caring for others, let’s not forget,
To cherish ourselves, our own silhouette
Rose Lia
I yell...
I yell my favorite words
I talk my morbid thoughts
And I whisper the important stuff that nobody ever wants to hear
I talk my morbid thoughts
And I whisper the important stuff that nobody ever wants to hear
Madison M
Magical Art
Ecstatic beauty
Paralyzing depression
Battle in the mind
This is the intersection
Where magical art happens.
-Profe Steve
A tanka
I wrote this after watching an episode of Doctor Who featuring a visit to Vincent Van Gogh
Paralyzing depression
Battle in the mind
This is the intersection
Where magical art happens.
-Profe Steve
A tanka
I wrote this after watching an episode of Doctor Who featuring a visit to Vincent Van Gogh
Steven Waldrop
Holding my breath
I wake up everyday,
Not willing to get out of bed;
𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦,
𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥,
𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵,
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Anxiety fills my mind,
What will my parents think?
I’m dumber than my siblings,
Straight A’s their whole life,
So now the expectations are on me,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 & 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 .
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴,
𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩?
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩,
I’m still holding my breath.
A collaboration between -
Jen Jen : @ratunderyourbed & 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘷 : @𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
( picture from pinterest as shared by jen :))
Not willing to get out of bed;
𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦,
𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥,
𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵,
𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.
Anxiety fills my mind,
What will my parents think?
I’m dumber than my siblings,
Straight A’s their whole life,
So now the expectations are on me,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 & 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵 .
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴,
𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩?
𝘠𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥,
𝘛𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩,
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐’𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩,
I’m still holding my breath.
A collaboration between -
Jen Jen : @ratunderyourbed & 𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘷 : @𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
( picture from pinterest as shared by jen :))
Innov ( Swas )
Mother’s love
As soon as I saw you
I felt this force
Everything shifted and you became
The centre of my Universe
Instantaneous pull
I’ve never felt before
Like two magnets or gravity
Tugging at my core
That’s what it feels like
The love like no other
There’s no stronger bond
Than the love of a mother
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
I felt this force
Everything shifted and you became
The centre of my Universe
Instantaneous pull
I’ve never felt before
Like two magnets or gravity
Tugging at my core
That’s what it feels like
The love like no other
There’s no stronger bond
Than the love of a mother
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
Milka
The Forgotten Meaning of Love
Our fingers mingling,
Or maybe our breath,
You coming near me,
Telling we won’t part till death.
Dressing like an angel,
Feeling your touch,
Always wearing my makeup,
Making sure you won’t judge.
Everytime acting for you,
Telling you I’m yours,
So that we stay together,
Until one of us is bored.
Waking up together,
Making sure not to shove,
You don’t know
the forgotten meaning of love.
-•-
Hiding my feelings,
Showing my charm,
Staying isolated from the world,
Never waking alone from the alarm.
Crying in the dark,
To hide my tears,
So you don’t see the real me,
And wake up my fears.
Act like a beauty queen,
Giving each other a hug,
Seeing the sunset together,
And then crawling like a bug.
Waking up together,
Making sure not to shove,
You don’t know
the forgotten meaning of love.
Or maybe our breath,
You coming near me,
Telling we won’t part till death.
Dressing like an angel,
Feeling your touch,
Always wearing my makeup,
Making sure you won’t judge.
Everytime acting for you,
Telling you I’m yours,
So that we stay together,
Until one of us is bored.
Waking up together,
Making sure not to shove,
You don’t know
the forgotten meaning of love.
-•-
Hiding my feelings,
Showing my charm,
Staying isolated from the world,
Never waking alone from the alarm.
Crying in the dark,
To hide my tears,
So you don’t see the real me,
And wake up my fears.
Act like a beauty queen,
Giving each other a hug,
Seeing the sunset together,
And then crawling like a bug.
Waking up together,
Making sure not to shove,
You don’t know
the forgotten meaning of love.
Alice Nicole
The Caged Bird
It looks pretty, doesn’t it?
In a golden cage resides the bird you adore the most,
Surrounded by your love and all it needs,
Yet its heart craves the touch of the blue sky,
The sun painting its feathers with hues as it soars high,
Dancing among the clouds,
It longs for the forbidden freedom
You admire its beauty, assuming contentment,
While silently it withers away within your confines,
Intriguing how you keep it under your control,
A prized possession, a pet you claim to care for,
Yet its true freedom remains restrained,
And invisible are the tears it sheds and its pleas.
Acknowledge the cage isn’t real,
An invisible barrier of your love,
Shedding tears as you take its away,
With each tear another weight is placed,
In your golden cage it is trapped,
You laugh, you smile as it withers,
Loving the power of control you possess,
No remorse for the suffering inflicted on its soul,
Blinded by your own happiness,
While it feels guilty for having emotions,
Feeling foolish for being mean at times,
You don’t seem to realise how it’s trapped in its own lies.
Lying to make it better,
But every lie weighs heavily on its wings,
Its soul tainted by the lies it weaves,
Even if it breaks free from the illusion of your love,
Even if it returns to the sky it yearns for,
The hold of your tears will forever linger,
Your golden cage, it will never be able to escape,
The weight of your love is the price it’ll pay,
The bird is not pretty anymore, you have made it petty.
In a golden cage resides the bird you adore the most,
Surrounded by your love and all it needs,
Yet its heart craves the touch of the blue sky,
The sun painting its feathers with hues as it soars high,
Dancing among the clouds,
It longs for the forbidden freedom
You admire its beauty, assuming contentment,
While silently it withers away within your confines,
Intriguing how you keep it under your control,
A prized possession, a pet you claim to care for,
Yet its true freedom remains restrained,
And invisible are the tears it sheds and its pleas.
Acknowledge the cage isn’t real,
An invisible barrier of your love,
Shedding tears as you take its away,
With each tear another weight is placed,
In your golden cage it is trapped,
You laugh, you smile as it withers,
Loving the power of control you possess,
No remorse for the suffering inflicted on its soul,
Blinded by your own happiness,
While it feels guilty for having emotions,
Feeling foolish for being mean at times,
You don’t seem to realise how it’s trapped in its own lies.
Lying to make it better,
But every lie weighs heavily on its wings,
Its soul tainted by the lies it weaves,
Even if it breaks free from the illusion of your love,
Even if it returns to the sky it yearns for,
The hold of your tears will forever linger,
Your golden cage, it will never be able to escape,
The weight of your love is the price it’ll pay,
The bird is not pretty anymore, you have made it petty.
shine coshine
CHILDHOOD
In the realm of youth, where dreams took flight,
A treasure trove of memories, shining so bright,
Regret, a gentle whisper that softly sighs,
Longing to rewrite the tale, where innocence lies.
Oh, childhood’s realm, a symphony so grand,
Where laughter danced, a whimsical band,
In joyous abandon, we leaped and we played,
Unfettered hearts, blissfully unaware they’d fade.
But time’s relentless march sweeps us away,
Adolescence’s blooms, petals astray,
Mistakes, they cling, haunting and persist,
As we yearn for chances lost within the mist.
Yet let not regret shroud us in despair,
For echoes of yesterday need not ensnare,
Through wisdom’s lens, let growth arise,
Finding solace in lessons, as the soul reprises.
For childhood, a palette of vibrant hues,
With youthful trials and experiences we choose,
Mistakes, brushstrokes forming imperfect art,
Adding depth, shaping life’s intricate chart.
Though we yearn to mend past transgressions dear,
To rewrite tales, fresh impressions sear,
Forgiveness must bloom deep within the core,
To release the burden regret once bore.
For to be human is to falter and learn,
To grasp the embers from failures’ burn,
Seeking redemption, a chance to ascend,
With humility, our flaws we must transcend.
Childhood’s days, ethereal and fleet,
Yet the soul’s fabric, forever complete,
With gratitude, let blessings be known,
Embrace the present, a canvas we own.
So, let the weight of regret finally depart,
Cherish life’s lessons, etched within the heart,
For every thread in the tapestry’s weft,
Shapes our being, who we are, life’s secrets we’ve kept.
Embrace growth’s beauty, its ceaseless change,
A range of compassion, hearts rearranged,
And know, dear soul, in life’s grand charade,
You hold the power to flourish, to serenade.
For childhood’s whispers may blend with the past,
Yet the strength of your spirit forever will last,
In the legacy you build, the love you bestow,
In the person you’ve become, seeds of greatness you sow.
A treasure trove of memories, shining so bright,
Regret, a gentle whisper that softly sighs,
Longing to rewrite the tale, where innocence lies.
Oh, childhood’s realm, a symphony so grand,
Where laughter danced, a whimsical band,
In joyous abandon, we leaped and we played,
Unfettered hearts, blissfully unaware they’d fade.
But time’s relentless march sweeps us away,
Adolescence’s blooms, petals astray,
Mistakes, they cling, haunting and persist,
As we yearn for chances lost within the mist.
Yet let not regret shroud us in despair,
For echoes of yesterday need not ensnare,
Through wisdom’s lens, let growth arise,
Finding solace in lessons, as the soul reprises.
For childhood, a palette of vibrant hues,
With youthful trials and experiences we choose,
Mistakes, brushstrokes forming imperfect art,
Adding depth, shaping life’s intricate chart.
Though we yearn to mend past transgressions dear,
To rewrite tales, fresh impressions sear,
Forgiveness must bloom deep within the core,
To release the burden regret once bore.
For to be human is to falter and learn,
To grasp the embers from failures’ burn,
Seeking redemption, a chance to ascend,
With humility, our flaws we must transcend.
Childhood’s days, ethereal and fleet,
Yet the soul’s fabric, forever complete,
With gratitude, let blessings be known,
Embrace the present, a canvas we own.
So, let the weight of regret finally depart,
Cherish life’s lessons, etched within the heart,
For every thread in the tapestry’s weft,
Shapes our being, who we are, life’s secrets we’ve kept.
Embrace growth’s beauty, its ceaseless change,
A range of compassion, hearts rearranged,
And know, dear soul, in life’s grand charade,
You hold the power to flourish, to serenade.
For childhood’s whispers may blend with the past,
Yet the strength of your spirit forever will last,
In the legacy you build, the love you bestow,
In the person you’ve become, seeds of greatness you sow.
Lil D-Kay
Nowhere to Hide
A shadow grows before me in the billowing of the night,
I tremble in the mirror, terrors naked to the eye,
A devil’s hold compelling to avert me from the light,
In the malice manifesting, there is nowhere to hide.
No soothing sounds of virtue, only empty cries detained,
No comforting embrace, no sweet solace to abide,
All is shadow, all is vain, whispering voices unrestrained,
In the darkness of my heart, there is nowhere to hide.
Hear the clashing swords, there is a war within my cells,
Yearned to speak but in the void of my tongue the secrets died.
The stars my only witnesses, these softly gleaming rebels,
In the echoes of my conscience, there is nowhere to hide.
A lonely chasm calling, an abyss deep below,
Fears like deathly kisses beckon forth for me to find
A pair of dragon wings unfolding, something sinister aglow,
In the mortal silence crooning, there is nowhere to hide.
The face staring back at me from the confinement of the glass,
Familiar yet strange, tinged with menace long denied,
I step away but the chaos in my skin doesn’t pass,
So I stare back at the shadow, for I have nowhere to hide.
—Jim and S.
I tremble in the mirror, terrors naked to the eye,
A devil’s hold compelling to avert me from the light,
In the malice manifesting, there is nowhere to hide.
No soothing sounds of virtue, only empty cries detained,
No comforting embrace, no sweet solace to abide,
All is shadow, all is vain, whispering voices unrestrained,
In the darkness of my heart, there is nowhere to hide.
Hear the clashing swords, there is a war within my cells,
Yearned to speak but in the void of my tongue the secrets died.
The stars my only witnesses, these softly gleaming rebels,
In the echoes of my conscience, there is nowhere to hide.
A lonely chasm calling, an abyss deep below,
Fears like deathly kisses beckon forth for me to find
A pair of dragon wings unfolding, something sinister aglow,
In the mortal silence crooning, there is nowhere to hide.
The face staring back at me from the confinement of the glass,
Familiar yet strange, tinged with menace long denied,
I step away but the chaos in my skin doesn’t pass,
So I stare back at the shadow, for I have nowhere to hide.
—Jim and S.
S .
Through and through
People think him distant
People think him aloof
The truth is he’s just different
He’s just different and that’s the truth
Thankfully, he has a sister
The sister who’s bulletproof
She takes all the bullets (fired by the bullies)
She’s a hero through and through
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owner.
People think him aloof
The truth is he’s just different
He’s just different and that’s the truth
Thankfully, he has a sister
The sister who’s bulletproof
She takes all the bullets (fired by the bullies)
She’s a hero through and through
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owner.
Milka
𝘼 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩 ✒️
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡
𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 -
“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦?”
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑟.
𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒
𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳.
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 -
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳,
𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕,
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 “𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.”
~ 𝐷𝑒𝑒 🦋
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𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑒, 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 -
“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦?”
𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑟.
𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒
𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦.
𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳.
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑠, 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 -
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳,
𝐼𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕,
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 “𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.”
~ 𝐷𝑒𝑒 🦋
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𝐷𝑒𝑒 💙
From Afar
The first time I saw you, I knew it was true,
My heart yearned for you, with a love so new.
I’m pretty sure you had no clue,
Just as I dreaded, my heart felt blue.
My mind, you invaded, like a sweet surprise,
All other thoughts, you deleted, with your lovely eyes.
Maybe you should be arrested, for stealing my heart away,
Leaving me to gaze, at you, night and day.
Just as one gazes at a distant star,
I could only admire you, from afar.
Beautiful in every way, yet unaware,
Beautiful beyond compare, with a beauty so rare.
I dream of the day we will finally unite
Only then will my future be bright
Till then, I’ll think of you day and night
For just thinking of you fills me with unfathomable delight
I don’t ever want to get you out of my sight
Oh, how I wish I could hold you tight
I look forward to the day we become a pair
But still, I’ll hold on, to the love I share.
For maybe someday, you’ll see the love I hold,
And maybe then, you’ll be mine, to cherish and to hold.
My heart yearned for you, with a love so new.
I’m pretty sure you had no clue,
Just as I dreaded, my heart felt blue.
My mind, you invaded, like a sweet surprise,
All other thoughts, you deleted, with your lovely eyes.
Maybe you should be arrested, for stealing my heart away,
Leaving me to gaze, at you, night and day.
Just as one gazes at a distant star,
I could only admire you, from afar.
Beautiful in every way, yet unaware,
Beautiful beyond compare, with a beauty so rare.
I dream of the day we will finally unite
Only then will my future be bright
Till then, I’ll think of you day and night
For just thinking of you fills me with unfathomable delight
I don’t ever want to get you out of my sight
Oh, how I wish I could hold you tight
I look forward to the day we become a pair
But still, I’ll hold on, to the love I share.
For maybe someday, you’ll see the love I hold,
And maybe then, you’ll be mine, to cherish and to hold.
Hermes
Heart-shaped balloons
It was the middle of June
You were due home soon
To me, rose petals strewn
Heart-shaped welcome home balloons
But you never returned
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owner.
You were due home soon
To me, rose petals strewn
Heart-shaped welcome home balloons
But you never returned
A/n: Please note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owner.
Milka
My heart is broken . . .(A Reverse Poem)
”My heart is broken beyond repair”
So don’t try to convince me that
Things will get better
Just take a closer look
It’s a cruel, cruel world
Though
Some days are easier than others
Happiness is fleeting
And it’s true that
Life throws us curve balls
Yes
It’s too hard
So you’ll never hear me say that
”My heart is broken, but I must go on”
A/n: NOW READ IT BACKWARDS.
Please also note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
So don’t try to convince me that
Things will get better
Just take a closer look
It’s a cruel, cruel world
Though
Some days are easier than others
Happiness is fleeting
And it’s true that
Life throws us curve balls
Yes
It’s too hard
So you’ll never hear me say that
”My heart is broken, but I must go on”
A/n: NOW READ IT BACKWARDS.
Please also note that all credit
for the image
goes to their rightful owners.
Milka