you live still
in the blurred polaroids of my mind—
your face dissolving into silver,
mine into someone i cannot quite find.
i loved you once
with the fervour of an unwritten psalm,
and though the wanting has gone quiet,
the love still lingers, warm.
perhaps i miss you;
perhaps i miss the girl who loved you—
the softer version of myself
that time, like winter, outgrew.
we both became strangers
to the people we once knew,
yet i keep your photographs
the way old libraries keep books
whose endings they already knew.
i do not wish to have you again,
nor become who i was before—
i only wish i could tell that girl
she was worth loving, even more.
so let the polaroids remain blurred;
some things are kinder without view—
for sometimes, loving what we lost
means learning to love
who we became too.
I am not responsible
for the ache that blooms in others
when I place my name
above their expectations.
I have spent lifetimes
softening my voice,
shrinking my needs,
turning myself into a bridge
everyone could cross
while I remained unseen.
No more.
I refuse to apologize
for setting boundaries
where I once offered blood.
I refuse to carry guilt
that was never mine to hold.
My choosing myself
is not cruelty—
it is survival.
It is the long-delayed breath
of a woman who learned
that love without self-respect
is only a slow disappearance.
If my growth unsettles you,
let it.
If my no feels heavy,
place it down—
it was never meant to live in my hands.
I am allowed
to protect my peace,
to bloom without permission,
to walk away from rooms
where my silence was preferred
over my truth.
I choose myself
not to wound the world,
but to finally heal
the woman I abandoned
for far too long.
And that—
that is not selfishness.
That is coming home.
If I did not see it
Was it there at all?
I thought I heard the flutter of wings
Did I not hear the sound of a call?
The song of a bird
Nor an angel or worse?
If I did not hear it
Am I my own curse?
He forgot
how his jaw
used to stretch
in loud laughter.
No mirrors
to watch his days—
just windows,
and distant eyes.
His beard trimmed
by finger’s feel,
a chunk missed
Here and there.
He looked well
in belts and socks,
even handsome
under the sun.
No one asked
if he still knew
the shaded glint
in his own eyes—
the torn shape
of manly lips
once easily thinned
in witty smile.
He dressed
in shiny clothes,
well ironed out
but creased inside.
Sometimes,
he caught a flicker
in silvery spoons
he barely looked.
And so he lived
like seamless shape,
without his twin
staring in mirrors.
Believe you can and you're halfway there" - Theodore Roosevelt
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Beautiful Shine of Faith
When swirls of sadness swamp the heart
And vile men hold lovers apart,
When clouds of anguish grip the mind
And one`s path in life one can`t find,
When the spirit is at low tide
And no one can serve as a guide,
It`s time faith in oneself to light
And seek its shine that`s sparkling bright.
I am the storm that lost its own rhythm,
laughter flaring, then burning to silence.
Your imperfections swagger,
and scars that tell unerasable stories.
Some days I am a solid stream, unbendable,
other days, a forest fire — wild, unrelenting.
I falter, I burn too bright,
but each autumn leaves a truth inside me.
If you read me in bits and pieces, raw and randy,
know I am whole in my breaking—
a mosaic of all who stayed,
through the peace and the flame.
BECOMING ONESELF
Push yourself to be your best
Be outstanding among the rest
Choose risk over regret every time
To become successful is not a crime
Do not allow fear to dictate your future,
But let your boldness bring out beautiful picture
Make friends who force you to level up
Not those who don't care and take you to club
Your struggle is part of your story,
Without a story, there is no glory..
Your next tears will be tears of joy,
Be glad because this is the time to enjoy
PricelessPEN
Do not judge others
Deal yourself first before men
Mirror yourself then.
Losing the earth under my feet
from traveling from place to place
on cars, trains and planes
and even ships that are in the race
Life is exciting with an emotional feel.
When do we take or give the steering wheel?
Who do we take on a short trip and who do we take on a long journey
When do we break and when do we accelerate?
When do we pause
to idle the motor
to search for oneself
with eyes wide sober?
it's not what we take with us,
As the best is inside you that you'll unfurl.
Your true being is at the gate of the heart
And that is where you'll open your soul to the world.
Try to picture one who repents.
It's like one who oneself repaints
Ten liters of paint is lot of money
Try to price it: It's not funny.
While good and bad paint cost a lot
What God just wants is "What we've got."
For those who finally repent
Your big house lost to a tent;
You return all the money lent:
Not just like that, voice of a gent,
For each new sin your fine robes rent,
Your guilty head readily bent.
To solve unknown mystery
Made more mistake & leads to misery
I am lost in a trap
Can I take help of Google map
Aa naah coz it's just life story
One has to tackle it to find its glory
Unsolved puzzle is not the real trouble
Missing piece are so first burst your Bubble
We all wanderers in search of us
Trying to figure out ourself in life's fuss
Discover your own self
Not from the cupboard shelf
To know the unknown of YOU
Cease all blue and be yourself true
Life is not about creating oneself
It's about FINDING THE LOST SELF
We humans, we tend to do a lot of things reflexively as an instinct.
If we cannot fight, we flight.
When we flight, we spend a majority of our time thinking.
We tend to dwell on a lot of bad memories.
We tend to grieve on our problems for way too long.
And even if we try to get ourselves out of the thought cycle we find ourselves failing. Why would that be?
I mean we as humans can not guarantee the next breath we take, can we?
Then why bother about the future that I am not even sure of?
I mean every single one of us suffers from something or the other, whether we show it or not.
We are all suffering.
So if my suffering today will be something i will forget tomorrow, I wish to not suffer anymore in the present.
Rather i shall live for the moment, forget about my past and the future.
For today, i will live and be thankful that i got to sleep sound, eat well and breathe another moment.
Finally,
After several decades of heroic battles, which, unfortunately,
Most have ended in innumerable humiliating defeats,
Proud is he his freedom to declare today
For
At last, he succeeded in subjugating all his passions and
By doing so, he triumphantly took over, the control of
Himself!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 June 2022
ONESELF
They laugh at me
Because I laugh at myself
I'm not crazy but I'm solace of my self
Never love your neighbor
before you love yourself
Of course a journey of thousands Miles
Can start by one step itself
But for you to go far, you should never go by yourself
Love your enemy as you do for yourself
You will live long if you don't care of oneself
You could never come on earth
If your parents could give no to your birth
They tell me oneself is death
But I never believed because you never loose breath
You never come on earth
And you came not earth
You hear nothing of death
The truth is oneself not a mirth
Hate is a sickness, I think we can all agree has hindered humanity to reaching the next level of consciousness.
If you do hate, do you even know why you hate? Is it worth it, especially when you yourself are not so spotless with consequence?
Hate is a sickness, that has been passed down generation to generation and at this point has become obsolete.
The more you try to look or act perfect, the more you become incomplete.
The loneliness I see each other's eyes.
The more I see each soul starving and want to cry.
And before you know it, time just flies.
Instead of coming together, we just disintegrate and die.
Hate is a sickness, with the foundations of control, power & greed.
The only way to beat it, is to connect with oneself and others, to break that invisible chain to be properly freed.
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