Faded colors give us The power to see reality. They always tell us, "Now I am old, It's time to exchange me." But they forget that They have great value even now. Faded memories Give us a touch of closeness. Faded hair color Says that now it's time to Take some rest for yourself. Faded leaves say Th...

#obitpoetry i. Childhood ──died on a random afternoon wearing a daisy adorned dress. I had outgrown it, unfortunately. I watched the yellow ribbons on my braids finally coiling around my feet when my parents said i couldn't play outside anymore. I wonder if my gr...

sorry i haven't been posting, i've been going THRU it here's a more lengthy poem i wrote just last night, 11:44 it's in screenshots cos i wanted to perserve the formatting, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i took the cover image during my prom day date

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ my pulse is discovering a paradox, my intricate design i’m good at this little thing called rhythm declarations are yet unbothered should we stop? should i try to leave a nice way of thinking? ‎ but anyhow, ‎ i’ll gather occasions noble sentiments of affirmations and r...

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You appeared just as I feared you would: Offering your charm just like burnt Oud. Under your eyes I question if I should. Night arrives, your image is firewood. Gallantry dies in your slender fingers, While that sleek smooth stomach sways and lingers. I saw then a friend show...

Cw: blood and allusions of suicide I adore his stance, The way he idles. Enlightened by that grin, Occasionally flashing his silly demeanor. Entranced by his diligence, Ensuring I may never flinch, at the hands that have caused harm, never without reason, never to my disdain. I am beside myse...

The world is not in sight, Unaware of what's happening in life. The world is not bright, All that is left is fight. Everything is damaged, Everyone has changed. Unsure of what's coming next, What lies beyond those shadows. We ask ourselves, What's left, A pause before figuring out what's next Before...

You speak in rules before you speak in love. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s enough. Your words are sharp, not meant to wound— just echoes of an older tune. You give in silence, curfews, lists— in all the ways you think love is. And sometimes I wish you’d let...

#echoesofhaiku this is the first time I've tried writing haiku. So don't get your hopes up T_T also treat the bonus haiku as a meme. Don't count that 🫥 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i. Quiet collapse ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Tiny spider web ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fierce wind glissad...

#echoesofhaiku GENTLE EMBRACE Darkness disappears, In your lap, peace settles in, Thank you, gentle heart. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- UN...

Rain cleaves the grey sky - tears drown in the earth’s cold breath, world’s harshness dissolves. Shore’s fierce roar shatters, lost soul clings to breaking waves - tears vanish like mist. God’s rain, sharp and swift, washes scars no eye can see - alone, yet embraced. ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××...