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Category: Writing and Poetry
Something is broke— broke like my soul, perfumed with jasmine and the stench of sorrow, a mood steeped in nostalgia and a broken record that spins until my thoughts explode— yet somehow, it makes me feel like nothing. Nothing to care about. Nothing worth loving. I tried, God, I tried. But inside… I’m hollow— a cemetery filled with shadows, ghosts that know my name, » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Something has shattered deep inside me— not bone, not blood, but something older, quieter, more sacred than even I can name. I carry its absence like a wound without a body, an echo in a cathedral whose god has long since left. I do not know what I lost, only that it mattered more than breath. And yet— I walk. I smile. I pass through days as if the » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I am the sour one. The aftertaste no one talks about. The skipped line in the group chat— left on read, read and left. I orbit them all like a second sun, bright enough to make them laugh, warm enough to keep the cold away— but never close enough to matter when I’m gone. I never let them feel alone. I tilt toward them, stretch into golden jokes, wrap my arms around t » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
If this is life, then I’m losing grip on what that word means. I wake each day in a house filled with echoes— not voices, just memories of the people I once loved leaving in their own quiet ways. Some faded. Some fled. Some turned into strangers right in front of me. And each goodbye carved a little deeper into whatever was left of my heart. The ach » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily drowned under water— its beauty blurred by sorrow’s ripple, still reaching for a vanished sun. A ghost of grace beneath the tide, yearning for what once was and can never be again: a touch, a name, a moment unfractured. The river remembers her, in silken whispers through the reeds, calling out her silence in echoes only the dusk can hear. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I don’t want to hurt anyone, I just want to be held like someone worth keeping. But my mouth is filled with knives— sharp words that slice before I can stop them. My heart hides, my mind regrets, my body aches with guilt I can’t name out loud. I feel like a child lost in a world too big, scared of shadows only I can see. I try. I stop. I ruin things. » Continue Reading
Category: Life
I met you with shadows behind my smile, Intentions selfish, if only for a while. But your laugh cracked open something true— And slowly, the world turned into you. You were my haven, my whispered peace, The storm would rage, and I’d find release In your words, your light, your reckless grace— In every moment, you were my safe place. We built a world in such short days, Shared glances, stories, en » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Hi, I don’t know what made me think of you today. Maybe it was the way the light fell through the window. Maybe it was nothing at all. Grief works like that, I guess— quiet until it isn’t. I always knew this would happen. We all do, don’t we? We say things like “someday” and “when the time comes,” as if saying it out loud will soften the blow. But it doesn’t. It just delays it. » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
When I was young, there was a house I went to in my mind— simple, quiet, soft with light, where everything made sense. I didn’t have to earn the warmth there. It was just given. Like air. Like sunlight through the window on a good day. Like someone humming in another room because they forgot they weren’t alone. It wasn’t perfect— but I belonged. I’d go there wi » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s this feeling that follows me— not loud, not sharp— just empty. A silence where emotion used to live, a stillness that feels more like collapse than calm. I wake up tired, even when I’ve slept. I move through the day like I’m dragging the weight of a thousand invisible battles. And maybe I am. Because inside— there’s a war. Betwee » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There are nights when I don’t want to die, but I don’t really want to live either. Not like this. Not with this constant hum beneath my skin— anxiety, guilt, the kind of sadness that doesn’t scream, just whispers endlessly that I’m not enough. Sometimes I think about tearing pieces of myself away. Not to disappear, but to understand what hurts so much. To trace it, name it, mayb » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
There’s this person. You probably know someone like them. The kind of person who walks like the world opens for them. Who speaks, and people listen. Who exists, and it feels effortless. I don’t want to be them out of jealousy. It’s not about envy. It’s about the way they wear their confidence like a second skin— and how I shrink inside my own. I watch the way they move, how thei » Continue Reading
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