I’ve run out of things to say to you
I who love how language feels
Cannot see your thoughts to know,
How to ask what you conceal.
Perfection is fine to a point,
An everlasting urge
but I’d never breathe again,
If I did not share our eternal love.
The exquisite princess of maiden joy
Can sacrifice her honor and her name,
By giving of her sullen self
from within her hidden carnal dream.
Understand the silent plan
The never spoken thought.
Reflect on days never lived,
Answers never given, never sought.
Receive please what you are due.
Believe at least that I love you.
I am nobody for you.
You don't know I exist, too.
I'm a simple, shy girl
with some sixteen-year-old fantasies, too.
You don't know me,
and I either, too -
but there's something
I feel, too.
Wanna step up,
getting high with you,
scared to fall
in the images, too.
How say hi?
How say bye?
I'm here,
watching you
side of my eye.
I'm stressed out,
how to say you...
I'm that nobody
for you,
'cause we are
in our own cage, too.
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I broke a promise today.
Hid myself in the folds of the room,
corners that don’t echo your name.
Secrets settled in the walls—
old love, still breathing beside me.
Nothing cuts deeper
than hearing you name
what you want from me—
like I’m clay you keep
trying to soften.
And nothing feels smaller
than the shape of a hand
held out
begging.
This…
Right here…
Isn’t.
Thoughts unsaid
are just actions
undone.
Depression, like a dark shadow waiting to be seen.
Lingering in the corner.
Somedays completing simple tasks is equivalent to lifting a boulder. Why is it so difficult to complete the necessary, yet it comes so naturally to others?
Do we fake it till we make it?
Depression is the unspoken cobweb on the ceiling.
You need to get the cobweb down, but you're too short to reach it alone and won’t ask for help.
Accepting the help is just as hard as asking for it.
Depression, like the rip tide waiting to pull you under.
Do you refuse to sink?
Like ghosts in my pockets, weighing me down,
burdens echoing with quiet sorrow,
coiling tight around the soul in silent pain.
Some weights like umbrellas cast aside after storms,
others iron shackles, rusted, locked in permanence—
all carried unseen, but deeply felt.
Knots in the spine, scars engraved on the mind,
tangled threads, riotous roots of clinging shadows—
held tight, wrapped in sorrow and guilt.
The weight of unspoken words,
unfinished tasks, unkept promises,
and unmanageable memories—
all soaked deep in regret.
Letting go is not an option
when remorse is all you have,
and anguish your only friend.
Words like those cut from the throat of the robin
Breast red with pride, the words cast out by the one I love.
There is no bravery in them; I have no shield to protect myself from them as they are thrown at me.
Those are the words that instantly turn lover to stranger
Whose thin lips silently mouth a coward’s chicken- goodbye
Words have broken me
Words will heal me
All in good time.
Hearts crushed and broken.
Words unspoken.
Still the pains remain.
Words left unsaid
Could heal instead
but left the ones in pain.
The time to run
to make undone
the damage in the chain.
To speak the unspoken.
To heal what is broken.
Forgiveness is the gain.
All the sorrows and pain
Is this how this one end
The lies of valley of flowers
It slowly becomes more sorrower
When you come to my cremation
You will love me a little more deeper
The light will poke your eyes
When you can't see me in those highs
The mountains we love
Has many things to say
Will you be able to breathe
After realising I have left for your good deed
Your heart will beat for a moment
Rejoicing the memories we made in no time
If you are sad look to the moon
If it can be alone so you can
The softness of cloud you love in my hand
Will you be ever to see those clouds again
When you realise the connection
You can come coz my heart for you is always open
Maybe we can meet in heaven
And fulfill the dream of living together on mountain..
There’s a hell of a lot going on inside my mind
I wish I could tell you everything
The way you
always used to listen.
I wish I could run to you and share all of it
From my tiniest wins to my biggest falls
I’m dying to hear just one line from you:
“Say... I’m listening.”
All these unsaid words
They’re building up inside me
Like a nuclear chain reaction,
Each thought giving birth to a thousand emotions.
I wish you were still my cadmium rod
The one who could calm the storm
Who kept me steady
when everything inside was burning.
Can you imagine how difficult it is
For someone like me,
A heart-on-sleeve kind of soul,
To hold everything?
To pick up the phone
Only to put it right back down
Because I remember
You’re not there to hear it anymore.
effortless synergy
attentive presence
abrupt broad smile
spark in the eyes as they meet
loud racing of the heart as it beat
soften touch of holding hands
youthful affectionate giggling
passion conveyed from tender kisses
generated warmth from hugging
sensual coded body language
tantalizing yearn for togetherness
giddiness of knowing
In the solemn fortitude
Of a square box,
I sat at a 90-degree angle,
Hunched,head between my knees.
What went so amiss?
My lofty heart cannot fathom.
My head is in shambles.
Whence do I turn?
To a kin,turned foe?
The silent whispers and the scorching gazes I see.
Oh, the fall of the ferocious,
Encapsulated in heartbreak,
and the ugly garment of shame.
I should have fled.
But the honey voice of the viper kept me ensnared.
Now my "fate is altered,"
For another life breathes in my womb,
Who will never know the word "father."
Hope is delusional,
But I will hold onto its fiction,
That there will be a future of bliss,
Where affection shadows indignation.
Pray for me, brother;
There are words stuck behind my tongue
That I have carried in my heart,
For life can tire the tongue—
Because our moments for words are few.
The world does not welcome words, brother.
I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes,
Though no fault has ever been yours,
Because I am the creator of my own path.
My tired spirit has wept an ocean—
An ocean in a desolate land with ripples,
Perhaps to guide me through Jordan's stream,
Or to lead me in a world of sin and care.
Dear brother, pray!
I am tired of many 'afters'—
I gaze at the stars with a bitter sigh.
I wish I could articulate my fear
Even with my trembling tongue,
Because when I hear, "God is love,"
It feels like a lie.
He’s a spark, a distant flame,
A fleeting dream, but not the same.
A smile that lingers, soft and bright,
But too far out of reach tonight.
His laughter echoes, warm and clear,
A voice I wish that I could hear,
But paths don’t cross, the timing’s wrong,
And all I have is this silent song.
He’s a star I can’t hold close,
A story that remains unread,
A heart that beats just out of sight,
A love that I’ll never claim tonight.
So I hold on to the spark that fades,
And dream of what could never be made.
between the words, silence spills, refracts
while a shadow traces the void you left
roots-entwined earth – too sacred to disturb
as arum lilies recall your grace
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