I feel the way you cautiously measure your words. The way you try to mold yourself into someone you think you must be to be worthy of love, of affection, of patience. You try to polish your rough edges, hiding the parts of yourself you think are too dark, too shameful, too hard for anyone to love.

You’ve built this bubble around yourself where you are hidden. And I just wish I could sit in that bubble with you. To hold your hand when life gets too heavy. To be patient with you, to be kind to you, and to embrace you when you feel lost. To be your safe place when you need somewhere to lay your head and rest for a while.

We won’t have to say anything; I’ll sit in the silence with you and hold you so you never have to be alone again.

And maybe one day you’ll see through my eyes, and you’ll finally get it— it’s presicely these untamed, unpolished sides of you that make you not just lovable, but unparalleled.

I am just a page in her book, She's a chapter in mine. I am just a hurdle in her race, She's an everlasting fragrance in my life.

I fell head to toe for her, Like the asteroids in the dinosaurs' time. She's the ever-so-dazzling bright sun, And I am the Earth revolving around her.

She is my morning sunshine and my moonlight too, The only one who can brighten me—and my day—through. I'm not in love, nor do I simply like her, I'm just borderline obsessed, always wanting to be around her.

Love is magical, they say—but for me, that's not true. Love is a bond you build as time passes through. "Love is blind," they say, and now I know why— Because of her dazzling, attractive, everlasting smile.

Cupid strikes, and he never misses. If you haven't felt love, perhaps it's your own wishes. Cupid isn't a psychopath firing random shots, He's a divine being who connects two souls—at zero cost.

(Would love some feedback)

I’m sorry for the words unsaid, for every indifference, the hurt you bled. A silence stretched between us wide, an empty space where fellowship died.

Passing time in isolation, the moments lost, too late realized the invaluable cost. Now aware, yet unsure and stumbling, honest self-reflection is quite humbling.

The desire paths ahead are unclear, yet with determined steps, I blindly persevere. Uncertainty held in trembling hands, unable to reach for viable plans.

I apologize for the pain I caused, for breaking trust, and for all my flaws. In my words, remorse you’ll see, for you deserve accountability.

To all the people who dont understand me mentally. My life is in a downwards spiral fucking me up internally. Its like there's a black hole spiraling into infinity. The horizon is a mystery in a infinite universe of possibility, every choice I make is a mistake. Every selfish thing I do destroys me instantly. Flip the script and I deserve my pain with misery pending. I will never deserve a life with a happy ending, with my shitty mentality, who hates my self immensely. Get fucked up and hope I wake up in a new reality.

I remember the first time our lips met, soft flesh against mine, leaving a warm sting beneath my tongue, her touch was one that of magnetism, I found myself drawn in, again and again.

Her love, her touch, not a dominance that binds me, but one that guides me to her. She heals me, with every breath, every sensation.

Her lips trace the curve of my neck, and in that moment, I am hers, only hers, completely, unquestionably. She pulls me back from the edge with nothing but her presence. And oh, how I ache to see her again my pretty eyed girl.

Dear my love,

We fell in love, but not with truth. You loved the mask, and I learned to wear it well.

I owe you this performance. this slow unraveling of someone I’m not. I owe you my silence, my sacrifice, my stillness in the storm.

But tell me... am I holding your hand, or keeping you from reaching what you truly deserve?

I see the ache behind your eyes, when I drift too far from the shape you once held close. And I wonder if you miss a version of me that never really lived.

Still, I try. I wake each day and try. But how long can I keep losing to keep us whole?

Hey everyone! I (19M) am an engineering student, and my main focus is on my degree. But every now and then about few times a month I find myself writing poetry. It’s not something I do professionally, but I really enjoy it. It’s more like a personal creative outlet.

I was just wondering:

1. Is there any realistic way to make even a little bit of money from poetry? I’m not after a paycheck or anything, just curious if people ever manage to earn something on the side from it and if yes then how.

2. And even if not for money, are there any other benefits poetry could offer someone like me?

Would love to hear your thoughts!

Love is mystical, I say.

Why? They ask.

It's a binding force that makes you feel free, I say.

Isn't that ironic? they ask.

It's ironic and beautiful, I say.

But how does that work? they ask.

I don't know how it does, I say.

They say it's funny, and laugh.

That does make it mystical, they say.

In the memory of my beloved I nod, a beautiful warm embrace wraps my heart.

She lit a joint after,
naked in the dark like it meant nothing,
but it did;
god, it did.

“Don’t fall in love with me,” she said,
like it was a dare.
But hell,
it was too late.
I was already neck-deep,
already carving her laugh into my spine
with every kiss.

We didn’t talk about forever,
we talked about how the ceiling paint peeled,
how the world was shit,
how we were broken in just the right ways
to fit together
for a few hours
or a hundred years.

I touched her like she was music
I’d only heard once,
but would play in my thoughts
for the rest of my days.

Love, real love,
doesn’t come wrapped in ribbons.
It comes at 3 a.m.
with ash on your tongue
and a woman who looks at you
like maybe
you’re worth something after all.

I've always known that despite all the compliments and love you gave me

I wasn't good enough

That there is something I am lacking

A reason you were always so sure you didn't want a future with me

Why you never considered me seriously

And recently that thought has been haunting me.

Why couldnt i be enough?

Am I not smart enough, not religious enough? Or maybe I am just not pretty?

Is it my work ethic, my approach to finances...do these things make you question my femininity?

Maybe it's my style, my friends, or the situation with my family?

The thing about love is that we can never guarantee it is reciprocated

So I'm not angry if I wasn't good enough for you

A little upset yes, because you're happy to let me think you want it too

But more than anything, I just want to understanding where I'm lacking

If I asked you, would you tell me?

In the quiet morning mist,
Where dew clings to the blades of grass,
The snail emerges, soft and new,
A tender coil of life unfurls—
A shell-born child of earth and stone,
With eyes wide to the world unknown.

The soil is fresh beneath its touch,
The sun, a distant golden orb.
It journeys forth with no delay,
A path unwritten, vast, untamed—
Its shell a home, its pace a song
Of tender steps, both slow and long.

Through brambles thick and rivers deep,
The snail persists, though winds may sweep.
Each inch, a battle, each leaf, a door,
To foreign lands it’s never seen before.
The sky grows heavy, the rains come down,
But still it moves, without a sound.

The world around it swiftly spins,
Seasons change, and time begins
To whisper softly in its ear:
“Move on, press on, though night draws near.”
And though the earth may quake and cry,
The snail moves on beneath the sky.

There, beneath the full moon’s glow,
Another snail moves soft and slow—
A meeting rare, yet nature’s call
Binds them both in purpose small.
Their paths entwine, a tender dance,
And life renews with fleeting chance.
In silence shared, they leave behind
A future seed, a fragile kind.

Now older, slower, soft with age,
The snail feels time upon its stage.
The grass has yellowed, flowers pale,
The air is cooler, winds assail.

It stops, at times, to look behind,
The trail it’s left, a silver line,
A winding tale of where it’s been—
The hills it’s crossed, the rain, the wind.
It knows the end is drawing close,
But takes one more step, a final boast.

And at the end, the snail will rest,
Upon a bed of leaves, a nest
Of earth and root, where time stands still,
Where journey meets the final hill.
It sighs, a breath both soft and long,
The end of life, the end of song.

But in its wake, a path remains,
A silver trail through joys and pains—
A testament to life’s slow grace,
A journey lived, a peaceful pace.

You never say what’s really on your mind. Even when I ask, you leave the truth behind. But silence builds pressure that always explodes. You can’t reach the top carrying that load.

God only knows what storms live up there. A battlefield mind, beneath beautiful hair. I flinch a little more each time you just stare. I am haunted by dreams where you’re no longer there

My hearts all over the place,
The thoughts in my heads are a mess,
For when I think about you,
Someday, inevitably I'll have to confess.

Till then let me hope,
Let me admire you from afar,
I know you're the entire constellation,
What I wouldn't give to be just one star.

I know you're too good to me, for me,
I know I'm not worthy of you,
But I'm selfish and delusional, you see?
How can I stop fantasizing about us,
Especially when the other person is you?

Honestly

My reason
for seeing you
naked
has nothing
to do with
your clothes
or their
absence.

From here
I can hear
your heart
beat.

Together with mine
we could smash
banks
of butterflies;
we could unfilter
rainbows;
we could honour
the invisible
invitation
to navigate
the distance
between us,
and the shape
we make
in the air.

She comes at night, she haunts, she taunts, her prey. 

She creeps, she crawls my way. Why won’t she just go away? 

She knows I hate the way she comes at night. 

How she pokes, she prods, has her way with me. 

She knows my fears, my dreams, how to silence me. 

She creeps at night. She toys with me. 

Slinking, crawling on the floor to me, 

I hate the way she likes to look at me, 

Before it starts, and she has her way with me. 

She takes it all, leaves none for me. 

All my life, at night, I must repay. 

She comes at night, she haunts, she taunts, her prey.

To Walk 'Hand in Hand' Again,

Late into the Evening:

Bubbly, heavy breathing

A child-like feeling:

Music appealing

Crowds cheering

i want that again,

One thing-

That so much Joy:

Will bring!!

Sombras suaves, bailando despacio.

Watching us from hazy walls,

sunlight peeking through your window—

la luz entra, tocando todito.

Love feels humid, thick with heat,

Our bodies melting, sweating—

rising, falling. thriving.

Aquí empieza la rendición.

Sleepy smiles between kisses,

while fingers trace familiar hills,

pulling even tighter, más cerca—

desperate to memorize it all.

Bodies crash in perfect rhythm,

syncing to the metronome

of frantic heartbeats.

I can only speak in vowels now,

Y no me importa quién oiga.

Goosebumps bloom on naked skin,

and they give away your secrets.

Quiero aprenderlos todos.

I taste my name on your tongue;

your scent lingers, it's mixed with mine.

Euphoria crashes hard over me—

each wave drags us into deeper waters.

If this is love, please let me drown.

Si es amor, déjame ahogar.

Time here has no power, cariño.

Let forever last just a little longer.

Our breathing is only getting heavier—

no dejes que esto termine.

El ritmo sube como fiebre—

breath tangled in gasps and giggles.

The room shakes, and grips tighten,

eyes locked —inevitable. Electric.

Ya subimos. We’re almost there.

And when we reach the edge, I know;

That pleasure is not a state,

not just a feeling—

but a place, Here with you

Tú y yo.

Tangled up in cotton sheets.

Just walk

Anywhere

Left, Left, Left, Right, Left

Now where moving Getting somewhere

Where

Who cares

Just keep walking

Right, Right, Right, Left, Right

Changing it up a bit That I can get behind But if I had it my way the moves would be

Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A, Start

But that's many buttons for this game So let's just focus on the one

PAUSE

No that does nothing Alright fine then

PLAY

Turn around, Dark eyes Every now and then, I come together

No not that one next Fell in love with the girl at the stone show

No not that one next Come on baby don't fear the reaper

Ya that's the one it really does need more cows bell though

Alright now to get serious

Death seems to be all around us Lost him Lost her Not too long ago I lost a friend

One day it was just fine The next I didn't even know that move was going to happen

I wish I could go back to the simple Get a time machine But knowing my luck I'll be stuck in 1984

Oh well It would take a prodigy to figure out time Real Einstein's level of intelligence You know beyond most of our normal two-brain cells Thank somewhere around three-dimensional chess

A lot right

Fine I'll go back to the simple

Life is like a box of chocolate Turn it around and read the ingredients on the back to find out what's inside Yes it's that simple

Like a fist pump But knowing my luck I'll "accidentally" punch you in the face

But no I have words for that

Like

This next line

Look around you are not alone

Alright sorry for scaring you if you are alone But now you are thinking about it are you alone

Now you feel the eyes on you

Ya that's right it's in the corner Sorry for spoiling the fun

Back to the main idea What was the main idea again

Man, It's a lot you know

Writing

You have to keep in mind not everyone thinks the same

So even if I say

Hay you look great today Most would probably see it as Hay go fuck yourself

Which is insane but happens You know how it goes

I say this You say I said that Next thing we know there's a debate Next thing we knew there was a war Next thing we know there is No more

Shit that fucking cockroach Fine I guess there might be something Let's give credit to the resistance

Thank you For Y'all patients I know how rare that is

Thank you For Y'all support I know how hard that is

Thank you For Y'all understanding I know I'm not the best writer but Y'all seem to still understand my words even when there misspelled and have no grammar

So really

Y'all have done a lot more than I give credit After all, I'm here too After all, I'm just a person as well

Her eyes are the void that fills the void in my heart The most beautiful endless void that I get lost in Like the endless galaxy with shining stars That shines I the true of dark With the moon being the only that lights up the dark She is like the moon that lights the dark Her eyes is the endless void of the galaxy With the shining stars She is my galaxy

Her smile shines so bright That it makes the sun look dead Which one smile of hers Lights up even the Darkest of days When my heart goes dark And the fire stops burning She lights that fire It keeps me going She gives the spark Keeps it burning She gives me comfort, warmth I'll do anything just to see her smile The light, comfort, warmth and the spark Her smile

With her luscious flowing hair That blows in the wind That doesn't need special treatment To make her look one in an infinity I don't care if it looks ugly to her To my heart It's her perfect imperfections That gives her that special place in my heart

And her lips look like it Makes the tastiest of foods taste bland I will kiss it over and over again I will endulge in it That I will suffocate But atlas I will do so happily

Compared to her ever so fatal gaze That makes any man wish he could wed Such a princess But I could not even compare her To such of a princess She is more like a queen, my queen

I don't even think of lust when I see her Her beauty can't be accompanied By such vulgar thoughts It's more like a feeling That hasn't been named yet Something ever so more than love Something that's more than obsession Something that in any language Can't be explained

Every day I think What can i do To impress her To not make her uncomfortable To give her the best Since she is the one The one I desire

I can’t forget about you. I’ve tried so hard to move on, but my heart keeps returning to you. Why is that? Why can’t I forget you? It’s effortless for me to forget others, but with you, it’s different. I wish I hadn’t locked eyes with you that day. But then again, it was the most intense feeling to gaze into your eyes.

I am an astronaut of the sea, Raging through the storms at night; All these waves are very huge, As all the crew members are sailing, Up the Tide...

I am an astronaut of the sea, Guiding my boat through the reefs; Hope to find a harbor nearby, As all are tired; As it seems...

Looking at the lighthouse, In a distance through the reefs; All hail "YeeHaw" and up goes the hand, Of the Captain at the wheel...

Until the Sea waves hit the "Tide", That's what the ship's name called; When one reads it up above the hull, Here we are at the port, Of the place called Harbor Raw...

I am an astronaut of the sea, Raging through the storms at night; All these waves are very huge, As all the crew members are sailing, Up the Tide...

I am an astronaut of the sea, Guiding my boat through the reefs; Hope to find a harbor nearby, As all are tired; As it seems...

Calling all the Sailors of the Tide, Get yourself ready to depart for the land; The Sea seems raging for the tide, A huge one above the Tide's height.

And so all the sailors ran for the land, Barefoot running on the beach's sand; Quarelling who did touch the palms, Above the tree sunken in the mulberry sand.

All the sailors safe at port, Looking in Aw at the Tide; Nobody knew that the sails would fall first, On the ground and sunk deep in the tides.

Then came a medium wave, Dropped the Tide's anchor out. The Captain cried in joy for the Tide, Serving fifty years on its wooden creaks... Now all gone into deep ocean reefs.

I am now the captain of the sea, Raging through the storms at night; All these waves are very huge, As all the crew members are now gone, Beyond the Tide...

I am the Captain of the sea, Guiding my boat through the reefs; Hope to find a harbor nearby, As I am still figuring it out; As all it may seem...

When I open my eyes, I think of you

When I decide it's a coffee day, I think of you

When I have tea, I think of you

When something really makes me laugh, I think of you

When I feel emotions of any kind, I think of you

When I see something really beautiful, I think of you

When I see something really wildly weird, I think of you

When I figure something out, I think of you

When I look out west, I think of you

When I drive certain streets, I think of you

When I go to certain places, I think of you

When I go to new places, I think of you

When I listen to certain songs, I think of you

When I hear new songs, I think of you

When I hear something outrageous, I think of you

When I see the moon, I think of you

When I see the stars, I think of you

When I do something I was afraid to do, I think of you

When I have a success at work, I think of you

When I read something thought provoking, I think of you

When I experience a wholesome moment with humanity, I think of you

When I make strides connecting with community, I think of you

When I see cats, I think of you

When it's a beautiful day, I think of you

When I experience transcendence, I think of you

When I see a beautiful plant, I think of you

When I see fractals, I think of you

When I find amazing small businesses, I think of you

When it rains, I think of you

When it storms, I think of you

When it snows, I think of you

When I wind down for sleep, I think of you

As you can see, it is impossible to not think of you.

I can't stop thinking about all the things I want to tell you, share with you, experience with you

I can't stop thinking of all the things that might make you think of me too.

Do I miss her... Nah, I don't think so

Does the nights I spent On thinking about her, count? Does the tears I cried While looking at her pictures, count? I would still walk into her arms And let it be my casket though I would still listen to her gossips And get mad on people I don't even know

And if I had a chance to hug her For one last time, I would. Even in my last breath, bleeding, Arrows in my back and kneeling. I would get up and hold her close Cover her with blood and soul Hug her like never before And stay there forever and more.

But do I miss her, no... I'm not lying, you know... Don't mind these tears, oh lord... I'm definitely not lying, you know....

Smiles awkwardly
Blushes slightly
Laughs
Every word safe
Every word made okay

Eyes shines
Looking for scraps
The scrapyard is empty

"The eyes...I-I...can't find them. Where is she?"

Dead bodies
Not right one
Not one to hug
To feel
To just exit
Myself cries

A thousand miles away
A kiss fades
No one finds love
The scrapyard is already empty

Misery
Repairing not working
He misses
Love too broken
House finally found
Scrapyard is already unstable

Right out of reach
He can breath
The right body not real
Nothing to hug
Cries
Not man
A worm only left
No replacement...no reparations will work

It's not as simple for me now; I think of you

Like I think of all my personal failures, as if they had eyes made out of mirrors and hands

Lined with teeth

I run my fingers over the carpet in my living room--so plush

And curl up in the corner of my couch--so safe

I am a self-made Rapunzel of the highest order.

Can we not ever be friends? I suppose not;

You blocked me before I could explain I only liked it by accident

And you uninstalled our chat--I can't help but think

There's no way you saved it somewhere, even though you did with your ex-girlfriends.

I shouldn't know that

But I do, because we were so close; now

I am just an accidental jump in your timeline--it was 2022, and then, somehow, it was 2024

And almost to the day. That's what I imagine you telling yourself

Since you are good

At forgetting things. I thought you were different; I warned you, in the beginning:

I never fall out of love.

I should have stayed on my couch.

No one is wise enough to know, when they meet someone

Who they will be to them in five years--before, that made life exciting, and now

I just stay home.