Poetry

𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱, 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿? 🥀
𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀. 🪦⏳

I will no longer argue
Fight the things that made me weep
I was more silent
Then in tears
That was built by the years
Of melancholy
How dare you
Make me so lonely
So afraid of my feelings
How dare you
Made me dream of something so pretty
I would have be fine
If my illusions did not exist
And for you to betray the illusions
You taught me to believe

Optimistic Collapse - Draft Version

The happiest are those who know they're in delusion..

The princess who knows she is no real princess.
The knight who knows he is no real knight.

But his chivalry is still present.
He opens that door, he pulls back that chair.

She strokes his thin arms to stroke his ego to say he is invincible.

Would he not see her as her own real princess now?
It's all in the role play in what we act.

Both walking down the street.
She says it is romantic as she knows he couldn't afford the chariot this time.

And as they walk passed a myriad of potential dangers
He is still bold enough to be present.

Whilst his heart is choked with absolute anxiety.
What a mighty knight she would say..

And so, he would stay.

Rest assure, her vulnerable walks at night is now by his watch.

Rest assure, His fear of status undelivered, is her magnifying his presence.

The man in that Ferrari with no passenger looks at us on a bicycle filled with love.

Who has actually won?

For we know where we actually are,
And let our delusions become as one.

We know we cannot save the world,
We know we cannot jump on the floatilla and fight for the starving children in wars..

But we can protest together..
We can wear the retro military gears and chanting Bandanas.
In delusion that it has any effect.

Too fragile to be at the front lines, worrying about our mortgage..
worrying about the consequences of our mother's worry if we didn't make it home.

The high stakes of low socioeconomic survival..
That is the bubble we live in..

The small fish, finding another goal,
Another reason to move from one end of the fish bowl.

Don't you think I already know where I am..

The conscious choice to be deluded is smarter than the one who thinks have broken free.
The stages of all layers of realities.

But let us not worry about the others no more,
Come let us go home..
we have our own deluded paradise to build.
What everyone else still calls love.

Drifting Wolf.

Sometimes I wonder 😎

Do we actually find love by looking for it?
Or does it happen when we stop trying so hard!
Curious what you guys think. 👀

Roses are red
Penguins can’t fly
I told myself “one episode”…
The sun said, “hi”

I love seeing/feeling how ppl are in love and/or love is in the air.. like a breeze wind writle subtly thru your skin and/or dew drops inaccidently to your forehead

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously near to wanting nothing.” -S.P

There is something quietly heartbreaking about being misunderstood.
Not because mistakes cannot be corrected, but because sometimes, even after the explanation comes, the anger chooses to stay.
A moment becomes a judgment.
A misunderstanding becomes a verdict.
And suddenly, someone who has never shared a single chapter of your life feels qualified to write the ending of your story.
It is strange how easily we measure strangers by a single moment, forgetting that every person we meet has lived thousands of moments we know nothing about.
Perhaps the greatest act of grace is resisting the urge to define people by their worst minute, their awkward explanation, or a misunderstanding that neither of you expected.
Some words leave bruises long after the conversation ends.
Others leave wisdom.
The choice is not always in what we hear, but in what we carry home.
I hope we become people who offer understanding before assumptions, curiosity before conclusions, and kindness before criticism.
Because no heart deserves to be judged before it has been known.

If I speak of the sorrows in my heart, I fear they will burn my tongue.
If I keep them in my heart, I fear they will burn me from within.
But if I let them loose, I fear they will set the whole world ablaze.
So I do not let them out.
I let my sorrows remain within.

While my boat was sinking
I watched everyone leave but I stayed
But I stayed
Because no matter how bad it was
It was still my damn boat