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Ashes Paid in Full
I stood in the stormand let it take me.Not because I was weak—but because I was ready. The old me clungto borrowed light,to soft apologiesand half-lived nights. But pain has a ledger,and I signed my name.Every bruise,every silence,every flame—I earned them.I needed them.I burned through them. You said I didn’t deserve it.But I did.I deserved…
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Acceptance
Do you need a break? From what? Sometimes the pain isn’t visible,it just sits under the skin,waiting for someone to notice—and no one ever does. I move through rooms like a shadow,watching how people react,measuring every glance,every pause,every shift in their voice,as if acceptance is somethingI have to earn by existing quietly. I feel like…
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“I Hear You”
What was the best compliment you’ve received? đź–¤ “I hear you.”Three words, but they hit like a crack of lightin a place that’s been dark for years. Not the polite kind of hearing,not the nod‑along,not the surface‑level noise people makewhen they’re already drifting away. This was different.It felt like someone reached straight through the staticand…
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đź–¤ Breathing
What do you wish you could do more every day? Some days, all I wish I could dois breathe.Not the automatic kind —the real kind,the kind that fills the ribsinstead of crushing them. Lately it feels like the worldis folding in on itself,walls bending inward,air thinning,like I’m standing in a roomthat keeps shrinkingno matter how…
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đź–¤ Broken
What is one word that describes you? Broken.Not the soft kind people whisper aboutwhen they want to sound gentle.No — the other kind.The kind that rattles in the skulllike something trapped behind the walls. I wear the word like a crack in glass,spreading quietly,slowly,until the whole reflection warps.People look,then look away,as if the fracture might…
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🖤 The “tattoo” I want to leave behind
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it? If I ever wanted a tattoo, it wouldn’t be ink under my skin.It would be something carved into the world itself —a mark that doesn’t fade when the body does. Because the truth is brutal:two generations after you’re gone,your name slips out of the…
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What’s Real?
How often do you say “no” to things that would interfere with your goals? And when my time finally comes, I hope it feels gentle.I hope it leans close and says,“You’ve done enough for this lifetime.”I hope it reaches for me like an old friendwho understands the miles I’ve walkedand the weight I’ve carried. I…
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Im Done
What are your biggest challenges? My soul restsat the edge of goodbye—not pleading,just worn thin.This body still fightsa war I long abandoned,each breath a duty,not a wish.I don’t seek death.I simply stopped fleeing.And if it finds me,let it be soft—I’ve held onto lifelong enough. contact me
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Who needs friends?
Are you a good judge of character? Hello everyone đź‘‹ this is “Who Needs Friends” Thank you for reading what I write, from the brights day to the darkest night. From everywhere far and near God seemed to have brought you here ❤️ I hope you enjoy my poem. Love you guys. Who Needs Friends?…
It comes to me like a shadow— I can’t see. Writing is my euphoria. Ride wild. ~~~
