Being genuine and kind
may cost you a-lot maybe a heartbreak, a betrayal,
or maybe losing parts of yourself for a while.
But staying soft in a hard world will always be a quiet gift to your soul.-
If I could go back,
I would tell myself not to
Not to endure where there is no care,
Not to give where hearts stay bare.
Not to pour too much, too deep,
To end up with pain and grief.
To chase a love that fades like mist,
Or wait for hands that won’t exist.
If I could go back,
I’d whisper slow
Love yourself before you overflow.-
We all carry a little mess inside,
Some lose the ones they hold so dear,
While others chase a dream with so much pride,
And some just drift, unsure, unclear.
Someone’s trapped in yesterday,
Another fights for what’s ahead,
Some hearts are heavy, skies are grey,
While others glow with “words that bleed”
Yet through it all, we stand, we move,
In loss, in love, in highs, in lows,
For life’s a dance we cannot choose,
Yet step by step, we learn and we grow.
-
Falling in love with life again begins with self acceptance,
Acceptance to embrace the effort in the unusual,
Acceptance to realize the beauty of giving your extra,
Acceptance to stop wrenching your heart,
Acceptance to let go of expectations,
to free yourself from the weight of what never was.
To dance in the rain without fearing the storm,
To find poetry in the pauses, not just the words,
To cherish the quiet whispers of your soul,
To trust that healing comes in waves, not in days,
And to remember that even the darkest nights
are merely the canvas for the morning light.-
The world, the firsts, the passions, the play,
Seemed so real, but promises decay.
Why do we promise, why do we plead,
For truths we can’t honor, for things we don’t need?
I’ve seen the masks, the lies we defend,
The cycles that break but never truly end.
Yet amidst all the chaos, the pain, the regret,
Life whispers the lessons I’ll never forget.
Despite all the mess, the struggles, the grind,
I’ve found a new rhythm, a peace in my mind.
The key isn’t in others, their promises, their game,
But in loving myself and not seeking the same.
This year, I’m learning to live for my heart,
To carry my truths and make them my art.
For the world may falter, the promises fade,
But I’ll stand unbroken by the choices I’ve made.-
December is the time to reflect and see,
The highs and lows of the past eleven, free.
A month of hope, where dreams are sown,
A tapestry of feelings, to call our own.
As the year fades, let faith resound,
For every ending, a new start is found.
-
In your hands, that rose still lies,
A symbol of our friendship ties.
Its petals are soft, like words unspoken,
A promise held, and a bond unbroken.
When you hold that rose near,
It whispers the dreams that I hold dear.
In every leaf, love does bloom,
A fragrant hint of our hearts' tune
In the blush of the rose you keep,
Lies a secret our hearts would speak.
Its beauty pales to your bright light,
A love that blossoms in your sight.
To seeing that rose in hands
made my breath to take a pause for seconds
A symbol of our buddying connection
A promise, a bond full of love, care and perfection
Its petals are soft, like words are unspoken,
A promise held, and a bond unbroken.
When you hold that rose closer,
It whispers the dreams which brings us closer
In every petal, love does bloom,
A fragrant hint of our hearts' tune
In the blush of the rose you keep,
Lies a secret our hearts would speak.
Its beauty pales to your bright light,
A love that blossoms in your sight.-
If an unloved,
untouched, unexplored soul could speak,
Its voice would be a whisper, a gentle, haunting creek
It must be craving for a simple and kind greet
In the shadows it lingers, in silence it remains,
A canvas of longing, painted with invisible pains
In its passion and desperation to know and to be known,
It seeks a gentle touch, a presence, a heart to call its own
Hidden in the depths where no light can intrude,
It dreams of connection, of a love subdued
Yet in its isolation, it learns to find peace,
In the quiet, it discovers a strange release
For even in solitude, a soul can find grace,
In the silence, it carves out its own space
So listen closely, to the whispers of the night,
For every soul, unloved, still holds a spark of light.-
If you’re not well,
pamper yourself
If you’re feeling to cry
cary hard,
If you’re feeling anxious
do whatever helps you
Honour your emotions
to release the suffocation-
Every breath I take is casting a poem,
Unspoken words, beyond the world's regime.
Silent verses dance in the moonlight's glow,
Painting dreams where only my shadows know.
Despite the pain and flaws, I learned to grow,
Through every storm and fall, I've come to know.
In the quiet moments, where secrets flow,
I find my strength and let my spirit show.-