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afraid
unproductively productive
unproductively productive
the right time is such a misconception
why would we want to even ask someone a question like that
you can question what that might be
sometimes i wonder why we would even confide in others when we cannot lust in ourselves
they may promise some sacrifice but in the end they shouldn't have to do anything for us
responsibility, courage, we
the right time is such a misconception
why would we want to even ask someone a question like that
you can question what that might be
sometimes i wonder why we would even confide in others when we cannot lust in ourselves
they may promise some sacrifice but in the end they shouldn't have to do anything for us
responsibility, courage, we wouldn't even grasp because all we know is
misconception...
the wanting, the needing , the healing of others seems to be the only thing that heals me.
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unproductively productive
unproductively productive
unproductively productive
as you lie down in your bed sheets that you just washed a week ago
you start to wonder when the boredom of it being summer will start to feel acceptable
you think your doing everything right, you have a job, you go out with friends
you call your grandma to make sure she is doing okay but then you begin to glance over at yourself and wond
as you lie down in your bed sheets that you just washed a week ago
you start to wonder when the boredom of it being summer will start to feel acceptable
you think your doing everything right, you have a job, you go out with friends
you call your grandma to make sure she is doing okay but then you begin to glance over at yourself and wonder if your doing okay
the feeling of not doing enough for yourself when your aware your doing plenty
the productively unproductive are words to save for anyone in their 20's
the production is being accomplished but you say to yourself in the mirror
is this who i wanna be ?
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I understand
unproductively productive
I understand
In the shadows of trust,
I once stood with open arms.
But deceit and betrayal,
Left me with unseen harm.
Taken advantage of,
my dignity worn thin and bruised.
controlled by false promises,
my innocence abused.
yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A small part of hope within the pain.
I stand above, stronger than before,
No longer a victim, but a warrior once more.
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envious
love is such a understanding in past, present and future time
some say right person wrong time is of such a thing
who knows if we believe that to be true
all i know is that i wish it was you
we say that we wish for them to be happy without us
to grow, to change
it looks like you did just that and while i am proud of you
i just coul
envious
love is such a understanding in past, present and future time
some say right person wrong time is of such a thing
who knows if we believe that to be true
all i know is that i wish it was you
we say that we wish for them to be happy without us
to grow, to change
it looks like you did just that and while i am proud of you
i just could not believe it was true
all i know is that i wanted it to be you
i see how happy you are
i understand now
just stings that i was a scapegoat to your needs that you could not understand
i hope you have learned from your mistakes as i have accepted this is not what i had planned
all i know is that i have grown
without you, as you have done to me too
all i know is that at some point i wanted it to be you
but now i know i never needed you.
discovering your laugh
In the bloom of her twenties, she stands alone,
A melody searching for its own tone,
Her heart, once entwined, now seeks to be free,
In the tapestry of self, she learns to decree.
Gone are the days of shared dreams and late nights,
She now dances solo in her own starlit sights,
With each morning’s light, she craft
discovering your laugh
In the bloom of her twenties, she stands alone,
A melody searching for its own tone,
Her heart, once entwined, now seeks to be free,
In the tapestry of self, she learns to decree.
Gone are the days of shared dreams and late nights,
She now dances solo in her own starlit sights,
With each morning’s light, she crafts her own way,
In the quiet of solitude, she learns to sway.
Her laughter, once echoed in another's embrace,
Now rings through the halls of her own sacred space,
She’s tracing her steps on this uncharted land,
Finding her rhythm with each solo hand.
She learns that the silence can speak volumes of grace,
In the mirror’s reflection, she finds her own face,
No longer a duet, but a symphony grand,
She learns to compose with her heart and her hands.
The nights are her canvas, the days are her muse,
In the freedom of single, she has nothing to lose,
She’s building her world, one dream at a time,
In the art of being single, she finds her own rhyme.
Through heartaches and laughter, she’s forging her path,
In the echoes of self, she discovers her laugh,
Her twenties are a canvas, and she’s learning to see,
That the beauty of being single is becoming just she.
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letting it pile up
In the quiet chaos of my room,
A thousand tasks like shadows loom,
Papers, dreams, and half-formed plans,
Unravel like forgotten strands.
Each item, each small urgent thing,
A note, a call, a worn-out ring,
Piles up in heaps, both great and small,
Until I feel I’m bound by all.
I try to breathe, to still my mind,
To sift thro
letting it pile up
In the quiet chaos of my room,
A thousand tasks like shadows loom,
Papers, dreams, and half-formed plans,
Unravel like forgotten strands.
Each item, each small urgent thing,
A note, a call, a worn-out ring,
Piles up in heaps, both great and small,
Until I feel I’m bound by all.
I try to breathe, to still my mind,
To sift through clutter, not to find
A way to fix it all at once,
But just to hold, to stay undaunted.
Yet as the towers of to-dos rise,
I see the weight in my own eyes,
The struggle not to break beneath
The constant hum, the grinding teeth.
It’s hard to keep the peace I seek
When every corner seems so weak,
When every day’s a frantic race
To find some calm, to find some space.
But I’m still here, I’m still in tune,
Amid the pile, beneath the moon,
Hoping that in the tangled fray,
I’ll find a path to clear my way.
For though the burden feels immense,
There’s strength in struggle, recompense.
I’ll forge ahead, though tempests roar,
And find a way to breathe once more.
slowly getting comfortable
In the quiet of a fading day,
I’ve learned to let the silence stay.
Once a noise that filled my chest,
Now a place for me to rest.
The world moves fast, a constant race,
But I’ve found peace in my own space.
No longer do I fear the pause,
Or count the days that break their cause.
Setbacks come, like clouds that
slowly getting comfortable
In the quiet of a fading day,
I’ve learned to let the silence stay.
Once a noise that filled my chest,
Now a place for me to rest.
The world moves fast, a constant race,
But I’ve found peace in my own space.
No longer do I fear the pause,
Or count the days that break their cause.
Setbacks come, like clouds that loom,
But even they will fade and bloom.
I’ve seen that growth takes time and tears,
And sometimes rest dissolves the fears.
I used to chase each fleeting goal,
As if the speed could heal my soul.
But now, I see with softer eyes—
There’s strength in slowing, in goodbyes.
To leave the rush and simply be,
To let the waves come wash over me,
Is not defeat, but wise retreat,
A breath, a break, a step to meet.
So I will stand and let things go,
I’ll take my time, I’ll let it flow.
In stillness, I will learn to see
That being alone is just being free.
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letting it happen
In the ebb and flow of time’s gentle stream,
I drift with ease, like a waking dream,
The world may twist, the currents sway,
But I embrace each turn of day.
No need for grand plans or troubled might,
I find my peace in the soft twilight,
In every dawn and every night’s fall,
I greet each moment, I heed the call.
The storm
letting it happen
In the ebb and flow of time’s gentle stream,
I drift with ease, like a waking dream,
The world may twist, the currents sway,
But I embrace each turn of day.
No need for grand plans or troubled might,
I find my peace in the soft twilight,
In every dawn and every night’s fall,
I greet each moment, I heed the call.
The storm may roar, the sun may blaze,
Life’s fleeting dance in countless ways,
Yet here I stand with heart unbound,
In simple joy, contentment’s found.
For in the ebb, there’s calm reprieve,
In every loss, a chance to grieve,
And as the seasons change their dress,
I find my soul’s serene finesse.
No chains of longing hold me tight,
I drift in peace, in soft delight,
What comes and goes, I let it be,
For I am whole in just being me.
In laughter light and tears that flow,
In highs and lows, I’ve come to know,
The dance of fate, the play of chance,
Are steps I join in life’s own dance.
So let the world in its whims proceed,
I’ll meet it all with gentle heed,
For in each turn, each rise, each fall,
I’m content with whatever befalls.
finally being happy
In the mirror’s honest gaze, I see The person I was meant to be, A mosaic of dreams and scars combined, A spirit finally free, unconfined.
Years of doubt like shadows cast, In the rearview, now fading fast, I’ve wandered through the maze of time, Now basking in this youthful prime.
Twenties, a canvas, bold and bright, Pa
finally being happy
In the mirror’s honest gaze, I see The person I was meant to be, A mosaic of dreams and scars combined, A spirit finally free, unconfined.
Years of doubt like shadows cast, In the rearview, now fading fast, I’ve wandered through the maze of time, Now basking in this youthful prime.
Twenties, a canvas, bold and bright, Painted with the hues of newfound light, Joy in simple things, unmasked delight, Every moment feels just right.
The echoes of the past now sing, A harmony that life can bring, Grateful for the lessons learned, For every twist and turn I’ve earned.
Embracing flaws, I’ve come to see, Happiness was always meant for me, In the tapestry of youth, I find A peace that dances in my mind.
So here’s to days of laughter loud, And dreams that float on a soft white cloud, In this decade’s embrace, I stand, A joyful heart, at last, unplanned.
why was i your maybe?
learning how to recognize unknown feelings
learning how to recognize unknown feelings
I thought you were my certainty,
but it only brought a different kind of ache.
The kind you hide from the world,
only whispering to the three who know the weight.
Why did I shrink,
in the face of your confusion?
While I wrestled with my own worth,
lost in the haze of wondering who I even was.
I can't explain why I returned,
time and again, to the
I thought you were my certainty,
but it only brought a different kind of ache.
The kind you hide from the world,
only whispering to the three who know the weight.
Why did I shrink,
in the face of your confusion?
While I wrestled with my own worth,
lost in the haze of wondering who I even was.
I can't explain why I returned,
time and again, to the same broken place.
Hearing you say, "We’re best as friends,"
while you still lean on me,
call me at 2 AM,
asking me to come.
I’m not yours,
but still, in the quiet of night,
I wish that I were.
learning how to recognize unknown feelings
learning how to recognize unknown feelings
learning how to recognize unknown feelings
I feel a stir, a quiet shift,
A new emotion, hard to lift.
It whispers soft beneath my chest,
A feeling I can't quite confess.
It’s neither joy nor simple pain,
Not sorrow's weight, nor love's sweet reign,
But something wild, unknown, untamed
A restless spark that can't be named.
It dances like the morning light,
A little strange, yet pure and br
I feel a stir, a quiet shift,
A new emotion, hard to lift.
It whispers soft beneath my chest,
A feeling I can't quite confess.
It’s neither joy nor simple pain,
Not sorrow's weight, nor love's sweet reign,
But something wild, unknown, untamed
A restless spark that can't be named.
It dances like the morning light,
A little strange, yet pure and bright.
At first, it seems a tangled mess,
But in the chaos, I’ll progress.
I don’t yet know just where it leads,
But in my heart, I plant the seeds—
A faith that growth will come with time,
A new horizon yet to climb.
For every feeling, new or strange,
Is simply wonder’s quiet change,
A chance to stretch, to break, to bend,
To learn, to heal, to transcend.
So here I stand, unsure, but free,
Embracing what I cannot see.
I’ll get better, I know I will,
With every unknown, I’ll grow still.
For in the depth of shifting skies,
There’s beauty waiting to arise,
And though the path may twist and wind,
I trust that I will find my mind.
One day, I’ll know just what it means—
To live in wonder, pure, serene.
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texting for help
In the silence of the night, I hesitate, my fingers poised above the screen, unsure, wanting to reach out, yet held by sitting pain on my chest
a thousand words unsent, a thousand fears, wrapped in the quiet of unspoken pleas
should I break this stillness, let words appear, or proceed to move onto a different social media
texting for help
In the silence of the night, I hesitate, my fingers poised above the screen, unsure, wanting to reach out, yet held by sitting pain on my chest
a thousand words unsent, a thousand fears, wrapped in the quiet of unspoken pleas
should I break this stillness, let words appear, or proceed to move onto a different social media app to keep my ease ?
It's not just help I seek, but understanding, a lifeline woven with big letters that no one seems to see
what if my vulnerability is demanding, and my reaching out leaves a lingering mark?
so here I sit in my bed sheets letting each moment pass by become a battle of courage and doubt,
longing for connection, yet consumed by care
how can I break this bridge of distance, to let my voice shout.
For in this act of typing, in this digital space, this five by two inch device lies my hope to unravel this inner strife, to find solace in words, to embrace, and realize
that asking for help is the essence of life.
enjoying your privacy
Where shadows dance in soft embrace, I find a haven from the world's loud hum, A tranquil space, my private place.
Here, solitude wraps around like a cloak, Whispering secrets only I can hear, No need for words when silence spoke, In this solitude, serenity draws near.
Away from the probing eyes and ears, I revel in th
enjoying your privacy
Where shadows dance in soft embrace, I find a haven from the world's loud hum, A tranquil space, my private place.
Here, solitude wraps around like a cloak, Whispering secrets only I can hear, No need for words when silence spoke, In this solitude, serenity draws near.
Away from the probing eyes and ears, I revel in the freedom to simply be, No masks to wear, no need for fears, Just the gentle murmur of what they want to hear.
In solitude's embrace, I find my rest, A refuge from the rush and roar, Where my soul can wander and invest, In dreams and thoughts forevermore.
So I cherish these moments, serene and still, Where solitude weaves its soothing thread, In the quiet spaces, find your will, To nourish your spirit and soul be fed.
For in the joy of solitude's embrace, Lies the essence of who we truly are, So let us revel in this private grace, And bask in peace where others thoughts are far.
it is okay to be alone
In the quiet of my 20s, I find solace deep, Embracing the solitude that others might deem A void to fill with hurried steps and anxious fret, Yet I've learned in this stillness, there's no regret.
Alone, but not lonely, in this season of me, I weave dreams and ambitions, wild and free. No need for a partner to valid
it is okay to be alone
In the quiet of my 20s, I find solace deep, Embracing the solitude that others might deem A void to fill with hurried steps and anxious fret, Yet I've learned in this stillness, there's no regret.
Alone, but not lonely, in this season of me, I weave dreams and ambitions, wild and free. No need for a partner to validate or define, For I've discovered self-love, beautifully mine.
I stroll through parks, hand in hand with my thoughts, No rush to meld hearts or tie binding knots. The world unfolds at my own steady pace, No need to conform or keep up with the race.
I sip coffee alone, watching life go by, No pressure to answer to a lover's sigh. I dance in moonlight, a solo silhouette, Knowing my own rhythm, without regret.
In these years of discovery, I plant seeds deep, Nurturing passions, finding treasures to keep. For it's okay to wander, to grow and to roam, In the quiet of solitude, I've found my home.
So here's to the beauty of being on my own, Navigating the world, with seeds I've sown. In my 20s, I've learned the greatest love story, Is the one where I cherish myself, in all its glory.