I have spent my life catching the rain, cupping my palms until the muscles ache, waiting for the weight of it to tell me that I am finally here, finally stable. The weight of achievements, grades, and completed to-do lists fills the wide vessel swallowing me whole. But only for a second… only for the weight to be porous once more. Trapped inside my own achievements, I drown in a cup that's empty, banging a hollow beat; each attempt is just another tissue triumph frantically t

A girl sits in a corner, as her parents scream at each other. They do this almost every night, so she runs to her room where it’s quieter. She loves how her parents act when there’s others around, but the second they get to their house. It’s the white picket fence dream, full of lies and secrets. Where she’s reminded she’s a little girl that has to act like an adult, in a house full of children. She learned at a young age, that to stay quiet was to stay safe. So she taped her

Silence the songbird and shutter the sky, Let no wind whisper, let no child cry. The room is too quiet, the windows too wide, He will not return to stand by my side. Stop every bell in the chapel and square, Let mourning live thick in the weight of the air. Turn the hourglass, nay, blacken the glass, Time has no business continuing to pass. He was the blue pause becoming the night, The fire that became my reason to fight, My step on the stair, our hands on the cup He was the

Write what scares you Place exile in-between that chair until it becomes a continent and your thighs are nations at war with stillness. Say: the sky isn’t blue it’s just a bruise on god’s lip or the mating of light when it tries to fold itself into another body. Say: silence is circular. It always comes back to the seat. You think you’re empty until something oozes out of the pores of your brain and you think-- A letter. A colour. An image. Not a memory but the circumsc

I thought love meant showing up, Soft “good mornings,” and messy care, Finding you in crowded halls, Believing you wanted me there. But every step I took toward you, You pushed back twice as far— “Leave me,” became your anthem, Like I was noise, not a beating heart. If longing makes me guilty, Then yes, I wore the crime— But love doesn’t beg at doorways Where someone changed the sign. You called it “clinging,” I called it “trying.” You called it “too much,” I called it us. Bu

some people are like stars. like the sun to a planet unexplored. tied to you inexplicably with something you can’t explain or deny. when someone looks at you as if a moment with them is a speck of moondust? that's not very fair. especially not if they're your star. especially not if a moment with them could stretch out into the eternity of a star's lifespan. a glance at them can keep the milky way swirling, swirling into a whirlpool of stars and specks of sun. the sun i see w

I don’t even know where to start All i can say is her smile has my heart Along this beautiful journey of life I met a girl i call my wife Our souls and mind are inseparable Our bond has become unbreakable I believe we each others guardian angel A sense of separation sounds painful When i met her i grew accustomed to more fear Accumulated from all the women i fell out of long along the years I wish to heal her trauma Make her at heart at peace from all the polytrauma I have a

Woe is me the last born never cradled,a child yet denied the right to feel. My emotions treated as too heavy for my age.My voice silenced and mislabeled as disrespect. My pain carried alone quitely like hidden scars. My mirror of mistakes held up to my face again in again as if the past where a chain I must drug to every tomorrow. Woe is me, the Unseen one told my sorrow is too young to exist as if age were a shield Dark keeps my heart from breaking and falling apart.But I s

With you, time is different— it’s fluid like silk ribbons, boundlessly rippling to the gold-stitched sea. It’s elastic, and edging on moldable. Your hands are hopeful, and strong— palms bronze and shining, fingers light. They pull and tear relentlessly, like a sculptor clawing at clay. But you are a different sort of sculptor, your hands a cradle of time: the loose, evasive artform of illusion. You chisel and clench it’s slippery movement, shaping it into something useable, s

Healing isn't loud It doesn't come dressed in gold and glitter It comes like rain on cracked earth soft, steady and patient I started peeling off the layers they wrapped me in the layers that whispered "You're too dark. Too coarse. Too loud" I started speaking to myself like a mother speaks to her newborn. Gently. I started touching my hair and not apologizing for its wildness. I started looking at my name and saying it like a prayer Agum. Lucky. Savior. You see, healing is n

Hold yourself together girl I’m not a girl Whatever girl Make yourself much smaller girl I’ll show you girl You better learn Hold your thoughts inside your head Don’t drag your body back to bed Be social girl Be friendly girl Be better than your friends dear girl Why can you not love him girl? He’s perfect girl He shows up, girl I know you don’t yet love yourself But he’s right there Love him instead. You know that I am not a girl? And I don’t love in the way you want Oh nons

She is clear blue water Blessed and carefree I am a muddy puddle, no one stops to look at me No bird dares to stop and drink from little dirty me To be as clear , as pure as her would be a blessing to me Yet here I sit Little old muddy me. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The idea of this poem is the constant comparison so many of us have towards others in our life. I struggle with it and so do many others. "Oh she's prettier" "

They drifted by through the summer dreams, Brushed with a hue of a painted stream. Petals fell gently, where they go, Only the soft wind seems to know. Each one a note in the meadow’s tune, Dancing gracefully with the full moon. Warming up memories if they might, Carrying daylight into the night. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The poem evokes a gentle, dreamlike reflection on the beauty and transience of nature and moments in

Time we shared, time well-spent You know me well, everything I’ve meant But that fateful day will always come I don’t know when or how it’s done I asked the question I had to know Will you stay or will you go? I’ll miss you, I always will I’ll always wait, standing still Time will pass, it always does Birds will chirp, bees will buzz But I’ll wait, I always will Through the dark, through silent hills Through heat or cold, shine or rain Through thick and thin or joy and pain I

A boy met a girl, but it’s not going where you think it may. Instead they ride up the road and make a u-turn “where are we going where are we-” The boy makes the turn and they run so far into the night and far away fleeing like some pair of one-legged crows like some midnight dream that clipped into reality and plumed into the water and escaped down the drain. The stars shine in space– the boy says hello to his friend and his friend does not recognize the face that contorts a

When I’m not doing anything or not taking the time to do nothing it feels like I’m not productive enough. I shouldn’t be thinking about this at 16 yet something in me makes me wanna hustle since I want it badly too but i also feel like I’m tryna go too fast too early sometimes it feels like i’m not going fast enough despite doing so much to keep me learning and growing. What am I supposed to be doing? at 16 When I can’t think of anything to write or I don’t write down my thou

I whisper secrets to the plushies on my bed, their stitched smiles cradle every hush, holding my confessions, inside their cotton dreams. My mind turns into a restless playground, swaying in my sleep, unraveling into stray threads, weaving labyrinths behind my eyes. Receipts and torn notes haunt my pockets, soft reminders in my worn down seams, I fold them into paper cranes, that only flutter faintly — but can never truly fly. Bookmarks decay into vows abandoned, my purpose f

I am so bored, I am bored today, Because I can't go Outside and play. I tap my feet, I sigh and yawn, I wish this boredom Would be gone! But then I find A book to read, A game to play - That’s what I need! Now I'm not bored, Not bored at all, Fun can happen, Big or small! Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. My 6 year old wrote this poem in her winter hoildays, I guess winters are all about indoor activities/games and when i asked

it was once all us, until there was no trust. all the friends i’ve made, just fade me away. everything word i say, never finds its way. you say all these words, yet i never get preferred. you ask if im ok? this is just to much to weigh. i sit there and pretend, like this is the way to end. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The meaning of this poem is about feeling alone, not heard and feeling left out. The main idea of this poem

A home-made poison A poison as such, To damage an enemy. A poison that does not kill… -but who would make such a thing? No one has heard it, Not a soul has seen it. No one but a mere child. For what was this toxin’s name? None other than The Killer’s Flower. Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem. The main idea I had for this poem was how the best -or deadliest things came from even a place of pure innocence. Childhood. How age cannot