What I told the Moon

I told the moon about you.
Not everything...
just the parts that still ache
when I breathe too deeply.

I didn’t use your name.
I didn’t have to.
She already knew.
She’s seen me at my quietest,
my breakingest.

She listened without interrupting,
held my words
like light in her hands.
Didn’t judge.
Didn’t fix.

Just stayed.
And that was enough.

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I swear the walls were breathing last night,
like they were alive, just barely,
filling up the room with something cold—
something that wasn’t mine.

There was this feeling,
like someone watching me from just outside the corner of my eye,
but when I looked,
nothing was there.

The floor creaked under a weight that wasn’t mine to bear,
and I couldn’t tell if it was real or just me losing it.

I tried to breathe through it,
but the silence got too loud,
like it was shouting secrets I wasn’t meant to hear.

And then that laugh—
soft, like it was coming from the shadows themselves—
cut through the dark.

I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.

Because sometimes, you realize,
the thing that scares you the most isn’t what’s out there—
it’s what’s already inside.

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"The Last Summer Before Change"

It was the last summer before things started changing,
and somehow, the days felt longer than they were.
We spent hours just sitting in the park,
talking about everything and nothing.
You mentioned leaving,
and I brushed it off like it didn’t matter.
But it did. More than I let on.

We walked around like we had all the time in the world,
but when you looked at me, I knew.
You were already saying goodbye in your own way,
and I didn’t want to ask,
didn’t want to hear the truth.
But I felt it—the change was already hanging in the air.

That night, I lay awake in bed,
wondering when things started to feel different.
It wasn’t anything big, just little things,
like the way you left without saying much,
and how I pretended I was okay when I wasn’t.

Even now, I think back to that summer,
to those small moments that were actually everything.
It wasn’t dramatic, but it changed something,
something I can’t quite name,
and now, I can’t go back to who I was before.

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Unseen



Life feels like a stranger's skin – suffocating and tight.
Every moment blurs together like tears in the rain.
I'm desperate to grasp what's real – but truth slips away like sand between my fingers.
Am I living in a dream, a simulation created by hands I've never seen?
Memories haunt me like ghosts – fleeting glimpses of a life unlived.
My senses betray me – every touch feels like a lie, every whisper a deceit.
I'm drowning in uncertainty – grasping for a lifeline that never comes.
It's like I'm watching myself from outside – a stranger lost in familiar streets.
My heart is a heavy burden – weighed down by doubts and fears.
I'm longing to awaken – to shatter this illusion and find what's real.
But what if this is all there is?
What if I'm forever lost in this haze?

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Free and Lost

I’m free—and maybe that’s why I’m lost.
No walls, no chains, nothing to hold me,
Just wide open spaces,
And a strange, lonely ache.

I thought freedom would feel like peace,
Like finally breathing without fear.
But now I’m here, drifting,
With no place that feels like home.

I wanted to roam, to break away,
To live without limits, without ties.
But freedom comes with a quiet cost—
An emptiness I didn’t realize.

I’m free, yes—but where do I go?
No roots, no map, just endless sky.
Maybe that’s the price I pay,
For having wings but nowhere to fly.

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The Moon's Illusion


Maybe the moon's beauty is just a trick of the light
Something that's only stunning because it's out of sight
If it were closer, would we still be amazed?
Or would we see the flaws and lose the gaze?

I mean, think about it - we're drawn to things that are far away
Things we can't quite reach, things that make us feel small
The moon's like that - a glowing orb that we can't touch
A reminder that some things are just meant to be admired from a distance, not grasped

Maybe that's what makes it so beautiful - the fact that it's untouchable
A constant presence in our lives, yet always just out of reach
It's like a dream that we can't wake up from
A reminder that some things are just meant to be loved from afar.

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The Art of Survival

You know, when you've been through hell and back a few times
You start to realize that the little things just don't get to you like they used to
The raindrops that once would've had you running for cover
Now just make you shrug and say, "Meh, I've been through worse, whatever"

You've seen the darkest nights, and made it through the pain
You've been broken, but you've also been remade, and you're stronger now, in ways you never thought you'd be
The stuff that used to shake you, just doesn't have the same effect
You've got scars, but you've also got a heart that's still intact

You learn to pick your battles, to let the little things go
To focus on the stuff that really matters, and let the rest just roll off your back, like water
You're not invincible, but you're resilient, and that's just as good
You've survived the storms, and you're still standing, and that's all that matters.

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Close Yet Far

We're like January and December, sitting side by side
Two months, two minds, two worlds apart, yet somehow tied
A moment's distance, a lifetime's difference
Two people, two paths, two stories to tell

January's all hope and promise, a blank page waiting to be written
December's reflection and regret, a chapter closing, a story already lived
One looks forward, the other back
Two different journeys, two different tracks

We're like two pages in a book, adjacent but separate
Our experiences, our truths, our lies, two different narratives
We're close, yet distant, near, yet far
Two souls, two worlds, like two different stars

Sometimes I wonder, how can we be so close
Yet feel so far apart, like two different lives
But maybe that's the beauty of it all
Two different perspectives, two different hearts that beat and fall.

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Life

Life can be brutal, it's true
One minute we're flying high, the next we're broken in two
We try to make sense of it all, to find some kind of purpose
But sometimes it feels like we're just trying to find our way through the darkness

We love with all our hearts, only to lose and ache
We search for answers, but they're hard to find, and the questions keep piling up
We're all just trying to figure it out, to make it through the day
But life's got a way of knocking us down, of making us face the pain

It's messy, it's complicated, it's beautiful and it's cruel
Life's a journey we're all on, but we're not always sure where we're going or what we'll find
We stumble, we fall, we get back up again
And we keep moving forward, because that's what we do, we keep living.

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Poem???
Ugh, where do I even start?
A blank page stares back at me, a daunting work of art
I'm searching for the perfect words, but they're hard to find
It's like trying to capture a feeling, that's always on my mind

My thoughts are a jumbled mess, a tangled web of emotions
I'm trying to make sense of it all, but it's a poet's devotions
I'm chasing the perfect rhyme, the perfect verse, the perfect flow
But it's like chasing a dream, that's always just out of reach, you know?

But then, something clicks, a spark ignites
A phrase forms, a verse takes shape, and the words start to excite
The rhythm starts to flow, the poem starts to come alive
And I'm like, "Yes! This is it! This is the poem I've been trying to write!"

Poem???
It's a journey, a struggle, a labor of love
But in the end, it's worth it, because it's a piece of me, sent from above.

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