(original poetry about living with BPD) BPD grips with cruel, unseen hands, it shifts, it shakes, it understands. it takes your peace, your trust, your mind, leaving pieces you will never find. emotions that will crash like waves at sea, a constant fight for what’s to be. it twists your world, it ...Read more

"in english we say: they don't understand me. but in poetry we say.." (prompt) they don’t understand me not the weight i carry beneath my ribs the silent battles no one sees the nights when my mind won’t quiet down they hear the words i say but not the tremble behind my voice the cracks spreading ...Read more

(original poetry about forgiving someone who didnt deserve it) i forgave you and i hate myself for it, i thought it would bring me peace, comfort or closure. but it brought me nothing but deeper wounds. i thought hating you less would help forget all the damage you caused. but it just made me hate ...Read more

(original poetry about anxiety towards the future) the future looms, a clouded haze, unwritten lines, uncertain days. you fear for the path you cannot see, what will become of you ? the unknown whispers, sharp and cold, a weight that grows as time unfolds. you wonder and worry what the next day br...Read more

(original poetry about mental illness vs physical illness) if i said cancer, they’d whisper softer they would even tilt their heads like grief was a flower they knew how to water. they’d ask what stage, and offer their condolences light candles like prayers might help. but when i say i struggle t...Read more

"a walk through the city in my lens" (prompt) i walk through cracked streets where peace used to live, now buried with sirens and silence. a screen flashes war like a morning headline. people sip lattes, scroll past bombed buildings like they’re ads. racism wears a uniform, a name tag, sometimes ...Read more

"in english we say sorry, but in poetry we say..." (prompt) i left fingerprints on your silence not knowing silence bruises too, perhaps even deeper, and each word i never spoke echoes louder than the ones i once did. i carry them like rusted coins, pocketfuls of "should have," pressed flat by the...Read more

(original poetry about the past) you’ll strive with all your might, to cast the past out of your sight, to bury it deep, to leave it gone, yet still, it lingers moving on. no matter how you push or fight, it always creeps back into every night, a shadow in your deepest thought, within a memory tha...Read more

(original poetry about feeling insecure) the mirror’s gaze is sharp and cold, a reflection of the stories untold. you fight back tears with all your might, wondering if this is your true sight. each glance is war, each moment’s fight, showing what you come to fear at night. a face you don't want t...Read more

(original poetry about anger to sadness) the fury fades, a quiet storm, and leaves behind a heart deformed. the fire cools, the rage is gone, but the doubt remains, and lingers on. will I always carry this weight? this burden, this unspoken fate? will i be trapped in this same place, forever lost...Read more

(original poetry about emotional instability) you wear a mask, but no, it’s not your face, a shifting form, no fixed embrace. in moments high, you feel so clear, but in the lows, you disappear. your sense of self, it twists, it bends, to a truth that never ends. who are you now, when joy takes fli...Read more

(original poetry about feeling unlovable) born in march. just after the hearts have faded, after roses wilt in vases, after love songs turn to static on the radio. you arrive in the shadow of warmth, but as you try to reach its grasp, it slips away as if unkind. your close, yet always missing the f...Read more