Poetry

How can my heart feel broken
when I’m the one pulling away?
How can my mind stay open
when jealousy floods my ways
every day?

I thought I was better than this,
wiser, stronger… but hey,
I guess you made everything
that made me me
melt away.

And then there’s what’s left of me,
undone from all that I am
naked,
and afraid.

Too scared to commit,
too scared to stay.
Too scared of the pain
that I know awaits.

Because once I start falling,
there’s no other way.
My heart dives deep,
and there’s no more escape,
just a thousand shards
scattered in the wake.

I tell myself, “Be free.”
“Let love just be.”
But freedom feels hollow
when you’re not with me.

And yet,
here I am today
half open,
half closed,
half whole,
half frayed.

Longing for touch,
Craving for grace,
afraid to be seen,
but starving for your face.

And though I ache,
I will be free.
For love like this
still lives in me

I can’t help you

I can’t help you
Only He can

The most I can do
Is gift you your karma
You reap what you sow
Your own destiny farmer

I wrap my past in a box
With a set of instructions
Put a bow on it wrap it up
That’s your future construction

You want to blame me
& the world for your pain
But the chaos you feel
Is all internal, insane

I’m sorry I walked away
I have my own challenges to train
I realised my power is limited
Don’t hate the messenger
Hate the game

Love is prohibited

Eyes are full of tears,
My heart is broken into pieces
The pain is unbearable.

Life is not very long,
Yet so many years have already passed.

The rest of my life
I’ll spend with my pain,
Failure follows me everywhere;
Only pain is left with me.

My heart cannot love again;
Love is prohibited.

I myself am made entirely of flaws, stiched together by good intentions.

Is it true that sad people make the most bomb poetry ?

"Between Wanting and Fear"

I reach with open hands,
yet my feet refuse to move.

I chase my dreams,
while fear arrives before I do.

The thing I long for
is the very thing that frightens me most.

Not because I do not want it,
but because every hope
carries the shadow of loss.

My heart whispers,
"Go."

My mind replies,
"What if everything falls apart?"

So I remain,
caught between desire and fear,
punishing myself
with choices never made.

Perhaps one day,
I will learn that courage
is not the absence of fear,
but the decision to keep walking
even when fear walks beside me.

One day, someone will love me the way I always deserved. ❤️"

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦, “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦? 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?”

𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, “𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

A letter

When death comes,
will it be kind to me?

What if it comes
dark with anger and hatred?

Or smiling,
soft and reassuring?

What if it is painful,
slow and forceful?

Or brief,
gentle and peaceful.

I pray
it is the latter.
I smile
in remembrance of the Almighty.

Then it looks at me kindly,
with a soft smile,
and suddenly I feel calm.

I take its hand.
I don't even realize
I am dead.
I look back
and see my body—
still smiling.
...
I cannot find the courage
to continue this letter.
My hand trembles
as I write.

~MKA

Dance from Dusk and Dawn

When she gets red in the face,
the sun takes away her light,
just as he reflects her grace,
the moon chases sun’s flight;
she shies below with bait,
and he grows more bright,
when she pretends ‘ts too late,
when he portends her right:
she bursts from behind to play,
he smiles and fades away for the night,
and gives back her light, his way,
and hopes for a date, a dance in due time.