Writing’s my passion, but poetry doesn’t pay the bills—so here I am, trading stethoscopes for syllables and studying medicine by day, wordplay by night. One heart, two dreams.
Writing’s my passion, but poetry doesn’t pay the bills—so here I am, trading stethoscopes for syllables and studying medicine by day, wordplay by night. One heart, two dreams.
She sat alone, the silence her only friend,
A life built on absence, on things left behind.
He knew that ache, the quiet that never ends,
The empty space, the constant, aching mind.
They found each other by chance, or maybe fate,
Two souls broken by the weight of years.
He smiled, unsure, unsure of being late
To trust, to let the past dissolve in tears.
"How long have you been... like this?" she a...
I write this to you, whoever might care.
Not to beg for rescue, but to leave something behind.
I was here for a moment, then I wasn’t,
But lived long ago, or so it feels—
Maybe life just isn’t for me.
Every day felt like a borrowed breath,
Each step like walking on shards of glass.
The world told me to smile,
To be grateful for the sun and the air,
But I couldn’t feel them.
The light seemed dimmer...
Beneath the weight of the earth,
roots tangle like whispers of the past,
twisting through soil, anchoring stories
that hold me steady when the winds rise.
I’ve come to see that, like trees,
life has its own structure,
shaping us into who we are meant to be.
As trees undergo seasons—
fall, winter, spring, summer—
so do we.
And just as the leaves turn colors,
so do you. These are your roots;
embrac...
Even though I’m still in college, single, and far from having a daughter, I already feel like I know her. I can picture the moment she arrives, and in that instant, everything that came before her fades away. It feels like everything in my life before her simply wouldn’t matter, because she would be my everything. I couldn’t imagine life without her. She would be my breath, the very core of my exi...
As a child, shadows danced on my bedroom walls,
Monsters lurking in closets, under beds,
Whispers in the darkness, crafting fears from the unknown.
A night light, the TV’s glow shields against the night,
Battling the silence, the encroaching void, seeking solace in light.But with years came the unveiling of truth,
That monsters weren’t confined to the corners of my room,
But roamed freely, cloaked...
In the quiet of night, dreams weave a tapestry of desires,
A series of images, emotions, sensations and
A vivid realm where the heart roams free,
And we walk hand in hand, indulging in moments
Of warm smiles and laughter that echoes through the void.Yet, dawn's light brings a harsh return to reality,
Where you pass by, oblivious,
Casting not even a fleeting glance my way.
Once, as a child, I dread...
Being in his presence is the sanctuary of all my desires, where time stands still, and every moment feels like eternity wrapped in serenity. In his embrace, I find solace from the chaos of the world, and his gentle touch becomes a balm for my soul. It's as if the universe aligns perfectly, and all worries dissolve into the ether, leaving only the profound connection between us. In those moments, I...
To understand something, I had to sacrifice parts of myself. Understanding requires letting go of love. There is nothing more contradictory yet insightful than Leonardo da Vinci's statement that we cannot truly love or hate something until we comprehend it.
Being alone crushes me, but being around others feels suffocating. The presence of another person throws off my thoughts. I daydream about be...
In a quaint, sunlit café tucked away on a cobblestone street, Marianne sat by a window adorned with a cascade of ivy, her heart drumming a rhythm of anticipation that felt as ancient as time itself. The café, with its rustic charm and walls lined with books and vintage photographs, buzzed with the gentle murmur of other patrons, each absorbed in their little worlds. Marianne, however, was caught i...
In the tapestry of our lives, love's thread entwines,
A fleeting glimpse, yet never wasteful in its essence.
It transcends the limits of space and time,
Imprinting on our hearts, shaping who we become.
Love, with its infinite reach, knows no bounds,
Its presence heals, inspires, and connects.
It brings us together in ways we cannot always explain,
Creating bonds that deepen and strengthen.
Time,...