What isn't real cannot hurt meBut nothing is less real than RealityYet each day it destroys me,Each day it destroys me... Nothing feels as real as this misery ;I can feel them buzzing inside of meWith wings made of painful memories,Wings pulled by rotten strings. Oh, here they come, the sad butterflies,Waking up the storms …
I am the lost and found. | whispered ramblings
Sometimes, it takes a lot of getting lost before you can find yourself exactly where you are supposed to be. Growing up, I always felt out of place. Like, somehow, in spite of Its all-seeing all-knowing eye, the Universe had made a mistake and planted my soul in the wrong time & place. Some nights, …
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A different kind of light | poem
Happiness has always felt to me Like a meaningless thing to chase Some say it is the place to be Others that it's out of this world I say it is a lie that you sell to a bird That you have trapped inside a cage. I have never been a believer Of Happiness as …
Two years ago today…
Life has taken so many unexpected (yet highly dreamt of) turns for me in the last few years, but the most notable one would be July 13th, 2018, my first open mic. I don't know why they all came as a surprise to me, seeing as I was the one making them happen or at …
The road I want to know | poem
All the places that I've been before, Have taught me pain and nothing more; Still, I stand. Life has tried and tried some more To twist my mind and rot my core; Still, I see the light. I learned to let the darkness be my home While I roamed through the streets alone, Helpless and …
mental health > productivity | whispered ramblings
I am writing this now in a much brighter mood than I was yesterday or the day before or the day before that or the day before that… In fact, I think it has been a few days since I have felt this lightweight and confident in my abilities to do things. I had a …
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The forbidden word.
I was happy on my own, happy when I drowned; But my crooked feet took me to a land far from my own… The home which I found first chiselled away at my smile Until there was only ashes of happiness left; It stole all my colours, the bright ones and the darker ones, All …
