Poetry

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝘌𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

A conversation can simply be a conversation,

A dream can simply be a dream, or goal to achieve; both are allowed, according to your own capacity.

A stranger can simply be pleasant company for an afternoon,

A coffee can be enjoyable whether you’re drinking it alone or sharing the table with someone you know, or you’ve just met.

You can sit by yourself and be perfectly happy,
Or you can sit with someone and be upset,
Or you can sit with someone and be laughing, too,
Or you can be alone and trace your own silent souvenir.

And when the moment ends, you can continue on your own journey,

You can be open to connection without becoming dependent on it.

And paint your own Disneyland dream,

Choose your own character from the finest parts of yourself.

𝘉𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦…

By Aylin,
Oct 9th, 2026.

P.S. When the inspiration just pops up in the middle of report review 🤦🏼‍♀️🤫

The Dreamer loved Nastenka
because she made him feel seen.

The Beast loved Belle for the eyes
that saw a man beneath the monster.

Jack loved Rose for the restless soul
that would rather drown than live unlived—

but I, my dear, love you simply because you exist.

I could name a thousand reasons,
but none would explain why it is you.

— wryn.suclayn

My heart is full of stories I'll never tell, and wounds that taught me to hide my pain well.”

"The mountains are calling, and peace is found on the path less traveled.
#mountain #peace #nature

Pain and heartache are real,
Never dismiss the wounds you feel.
When broken hearts seek peace and rest,
Many turn to those they love best.

Yet true healing comes from above,
From the Almighty’s endless love.
Turn to Him and softly pray
For strength to face another day.

He sees the tears you cannot show,
He knows the struggles no one knows.
He understands your silent cries
And holds your heart through darkest nights.

Trust His timing, lean on His Word,
Have faith in every promise heard.
God can heal what the world cannot fix
So keep trusting Him through every twist.

You who sit upon the throne where queens must yield their place,
Have made your gentle shadow rule the soul within embrace.

Turning a Nelson Eye

I would tell her I'm different,
But I wasnt different, I was just difficult.

Whenever she would catch something about me.
Id do a one eighty.

Just to temporarily derail her.

When I promised her I would change, it was just a change in demeanor.

Give her the cold case,
pretend I'm cool when I'm meaner.

Then I'd cycle through my phone on what to get her as a gift.
In my pre-selected set,
And call it "spontaneous"

They always love that.

From silent treatment, to then fireworks..
She resets all over again.

Staying mysterious,
Just the way I was taught.

But there's always been a pattern,
But in short..

il keep that a secret.

Drifting Wolf.

Assalamu alaikum here for nikah

Bleak & Pretty

She's on my mind..
Because she too senses the same closing in danger lines.
It's been a while since I've noticed any girl,
Taking notice of time.

Notice the future, the economy, the dangers of AI.
And the struggles of a man trying to provide.

Others stomp their feet, head in dirt deny.
Expecting man to be like some Demi Gods,
"Be." And it shall magically arrive.

Those that look at the Dollar signs
But live in the rural village where none drives

The local boys are not attractive no more.
Off to social media to dream and skive.

Fix the problems, fix them for me,
Always me, me, me..
An ever sight, sore to hear and see.

And then you have those, rich beyond my local surrounding measure.
They have their degrees, triple the income to me,
And they complain if I can get it why couldn't they?

But as educated as they may,
They still have absolute no clue.

But then there is you..

One, who watches the same poverty line..

I am the poorest here.
And yet I am amongst amongst the top 10% of global income..

me..
So the rest..
The 90 percent.
Are under weight.

The median global income is three and a half thousand a year.

Although it is still a crime.
To seek love without dime.

My father would always say,
"No money, no honey.."
I genuinely hated the phrase.
Must I admit that he is right?

Most I believe a monster,
To then become one too..

Must I set up a wife subscription fee..
Just to stay in love with me..

I saw your post.
They wove...

Your bleak views, may scare others,
but they're a comfort blanket to me.

For you see, what I see.

How strange it is, you wear the face and body of the glamour athlete,
yet you harbour the heart of the deen that's awoke.

You understand hardship..
and yet you don't pass on the burden to the menfolk...?

?..?!

You're an irresistible, intrigue to me.

Drifting Wolf.

“I can live without your presence, but I still wish things had ended without leaving so much sadness behind.”