Tag: poetry

Divide

There’s a distance between us,thinner than air,but wide enough to feel. I speak,you smile,but something lingers there,a quiet divide that never lifts. I used to reach through it,hoping you would pull me in.Now I’ve learnedto stand on my sideand let…

Echo

I hear my voicebut only when it comes back,softened,faded,like a thought whisperedtoo many times to hold meaning. It doesn’t matter,the way it bends and foldsbefore it reaches anyone.It’s just an echo,and I’ve learnednot to wait for the return.

Weight

There’s a heaviness I wear,so quiet now, it feels like skin,like I was always meantto carry this. People glance, but never see it.They see my hands full of life’s clutter,and think I’m juggling just fine. But beneath the surface,there’s a…

Drift

I move through the hourslike a leaf caught in slow currents,pulled by the flow of others,never my own. Conversations float past,too far away to reach,but I let them slip,untouched,like they were never mine to hold. In the quiet of my…

Still

I keep my hands busy,building walls with tasks,as if work can fill the spaceswhere love does not reach. Loneliness sits in the background,settling under the weightof words left unsaid,too heavy to lift,too familiar to set down. Still, I carry it,hiding…

Ursa Minor

To love him is to dwell in perpetual winter,where snowflakes fall as shards of shattered hopes. Cold winds whisper a bitter truth—we are ships passing, never to dock together. In the vast night, our paths remain parallel,constellations witness love’s silent…

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I want to know you more, with each passing day To understand the thoughts, that hide away Behind your eyes, and the smile on your face To see the world, from your unique perspective and place. I want to know…

A Name is All That Remains

A name is all that remains Of a love that once was wild and free. A ghost of what was, a shadow of the past Our time, a mere footnote in the pages of time, cast Into the void of…

Tortures of the Damned

I was ready to pave my own path to reach that tiny bit glimmer of light, that sliver of hope. At the end of this road, I had hoped to find that light waiting for me. However, all I saw…

You—

You— an excuse to try living again. You— the embodiment of the rest of my life. You— the whole essence of me. You— if it’s you, then I guess I’m dying.