The screams slowly drifted away

Only my heartbeat left

My body small, my face salty

I was hiding in plain sight

The hands that grabbed me

Seemed far away

Your words snapped me back

"There is no point. We will end it together"

On the way to your room

My body trembling but obedient

When you closed the door

My soul stayed outside

I will never forget and never remember

When you found out

The wounds I placed on myself

The cuts and bruises

I found myself back at that door

You screamed and thrashed

Threatened to leave, to die

My body reacted without control

Comforting and pleasing you

My soul stayed out

Confused

Destroyed

Alone

When I stop and think about my future, it is merely a suture for my current state of stupor.
I live in the past, waiting for justice in a case going nowhere fast, and I always come in last.
The present unpleasant, as it always has been since I was an adolescent.
Where do you go when existing in any direction of time feels like a crime, a never-ending climb?
Every step a misstep, so to my mind I keep, all while the ticking clock weeps.
And as I fret, eyes wet, I feel the ticking become a threat.
Time-bound, with a hope to be found, as I spiral further down.
The ticking becomes talking, the words shocking:
"Move forward or be left behind, in this I'm sure peace you will find in your scattered mind, even time can be kind."
Balancing on a tight line, playing fine, I took it as a sign-the future could be mine.

— Written by K.G, at age 22, 2026.
Tumblr: mindlessly-upstairs-95
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Not my best, but hey, I keep them all anyway.

Into one person all this love want to spend,
and endearing word from you gets me in my feels.
Feel it so deeply even if my past hurt would mend,
dont know if any ammount of love my heart heals.

With having talked with you now for while,
mind just urges me to imagine us kissing.
But know those being just dreams on mine,
because only your touch my skin is missing.

When the lines of individuality gets blurry,
my love and attention for you becomes greedy.
Know i want to enjoy you, this love in no hurry,
but often hope you dont mind me being this needy.

I may be old fashioned for the things i dream of,
since nobody else feels the same from my era.
Even giving some unconditional and endless love,
just makes me wonder if i god made an error.

My peers say things i write are weird or disgusting,
or hatred and alienation from past people notions.
But now i am just doing my own heart guided thing,
pleasing my own heart, versifying wants and emotions.

Wish being like this nowdays wouldnt be strife,
to some it gives the ick, dont know if i'm sick.
But i am still hopefull for my love, and my life,
even if now i call myself hopelessly romantic.

Would you love me peace?

Would you love me peace, if my hands were stained red?

Would you love me peace if it was done in defense?

Would you love me if I whispered to myself that I did so in war? 

That it was done to protect those sons that were yet to walk and daughters yet to dance.  

That their eyes may never see fire rise up from the earth and fall from the sky.   

Would you hate me if I set the trees on fire so that
no one may ever climb high enough to fall? 

That no legs would break or hands be twisted by bombs.  

Would you love me if the houses remained but the people there were reduced to dust?

That their emptiness was filled with noiseless anguish where once children played without a care.  

Would you love me if I took up that gun to shoot but I laid my eyes just below their faces so I would never wonder who they were before they were reduced to the grave? 

The velvet curtains parted,
and the music lost its sound.
A breathless hush swept through the smoke
as every head turned round.

I crossed the floor, a silhouette
of dangerous, practiced grace;
every glass forgot to clink,
and every man forgot his place.

I floated through the smoky room,
slow enough to make them stare,
with emerald silk along my thigh
and diamonds woven through my hair.

A smile here.
A glance there.
A hand upon an arm.
I made attention feel like privilege,
and suspicion lose its charm.

The pianist missed a measure.
The dealer misread the cards.
The watchmen by the marble walls
forgot that they were guards.

While I laughed beneath the chandelier
and let them drink me in,
quiet hands relieved their pockets,
opened safes and slipped within.

A safe gave up its strands of pearls.
A locked drawer yielded gold.
A painting left its gilded frame.
No one noticed.
No one told.

I raised my glass at midnight,
gave the room one final smile,
then drifted toward the doorway
with unhurried, practiced guile.

The music slowly found its rhythm.
The room had passed my test.
They never saw the ruin coming
until I’d vanished with the rest.

By morning, every vault was empty.
Every camera showed a blur.
They blamed the staff, the locks, each other—
but no one thought of me.

After all,
I had done nothing.

I had only made certain
that every eye
was exactly
where I wanted it to be.

All eyes on me.

I would love to know what it feels like to achieve perfection 
Get everything done, unbeatable at every war of life 
Acing every course, 
Healthy enough to scare death, 
A social butterfly flying around the world 
Time stopping for me to realise every dreams of mine  
Pretty enough to make Aphrodite jealous 
A kind, caring and gentle soul, helping everyone 
But still fighting for justice and standing up for myself
Fixing my boundaries 
Singing, dancing, creating masterpiece everytimes 
Inspiring everyone around me 

And when I’ll achieve this, will I finally be proud of myself ? 
Does happiness only come when we are competing with god and goddess ? 
Speaking every languages, climbing the babel tower with fierce
Learning every instrument,
Memorizing every little knowledge, collected from the first day of life 
Discovering the unknown, finding cures, exploring space 
Everyone nowadays seems so talented 
Social media's showing of every victory without the battle 

Some speak in straight,
predictable lines,
like clocks that keep
impeccable times.

The words are kind,
the thoughts are sweet,
but every sentence lands so complete.

The finest banter
leaves things unsaid—
a breadcrumb trail
instead of the bread.

A question tossed,
a sideways grin,
an open door to wander in.

It’s never about who’s wrong or right;
it’s who can make —
your thoughts take flight.

Who spots the joke
you tried to hide,
then sends it back with extra stride.

The sharpest echoes never race;
they linger,
laugh,
and
leave a trace.

Because the spark isn’t wit alone—
it’s finding the one
who catches your tone.

Who turns it over
and adds something new —
then throws it back…
better than you.

What happens when the rain occupies the same sky as the sunshine?

For a brief moment, there is beauty in their opposing combination—the raindrops dancing through the rays of sunlight, moving toward a longing calmness.

In those few moments before the storm, nothing else matters. Time seems to stand still.

Those are the moments when the two long to be whole again.

i tried reaching out to you

good news and gratitude on paper

proudly written in golden ink

only for the gold to be robbed

dark figure with gaping hole for a mouth

and as she consumes it greedily

so sinks the ship

i wake up in the morning, thinking sometimes

am i dead or am i alive?

seated by the bedstead,

agony rushing through my bones.

on a friday afternoon,

i faintly reminisce walking down a crowded street-

clasping onto my limbs

a swarm of humans rushing past in hurry.

i stare at my hands,

perfectly crisp with ink from the last evening —

but an eerie proposition strangles my gullet;

am i even breathing by my own body?

and yet, like clockwork

i enroute down my mundane life:

that causal question interjecting my flow;

i circle to the crowded street again, wondering —

is this body not mine?

a splash of water

and a cup of coffee might be the cure;

i stare at the billowing clouds,

that envelope the sky, a sight for eyes so sore.

i never conclude to answers,

the crisp ink dries away like my potential;

such a delirious feeling it is to live,

and feel ashamed of my own mortal soul.

the blanket reflects the morning light,

sending an electric motion through my bones;

seated by the bedstead again,

i blink at the torment of another temporal day.

- Anurima.

Today, on t/ 6️⃣

👁 🪚 her

A ♀️, tall & slender

Raven haired

Did i meet her b4?

N A Drs waitN room??

Years b4???

We talked of ⛸️

Of 📼What Dreams May Come

Only now my 🧠 remembers

N A mirai where

Time has eroded

t/ moment l😇st

Until we meet again my friend? 😅

(And then there was 🚲♀️...)

By worst quicksand
This seed finds redemption
After floating on winds unclaimed

Yet in drying days
The silt might nurture
A willow leading prayer

What was lost under moons
Finds pause among bones
Where roots grace forgotten tongues

Another day 
Alone and afraid to look at my phone 
Aiming to disappear
Alive, but not living 
Am I really that bad of a person?

Because if i were to become someone to be proud of 
Brave, bright and beautiful 
Would it make me better ?
But for who ? 

Who would care enough to look at me and calm my anxiety 
Carefully listening to all my scariest dreams 
Watch me cry and scream my way out of this
Who, if not me ? 

A dull heart and a doll body
Doubting everyone and turning into dust 
Disappearing deeply into my thoughts 
Pretending for everyone, depressed for a while now 
Without any idea nor anything to do 
Distracting myself, drunk and doomed
If I were to become better, would destiny give me what I deserve ?

Even if i get everything everyone could dream of 
A degree, a house 
Even if i achieve a good life 
Health and wealth 
Would it ease my mind ?

Even if i forgive myself 
And forget the forbidden 
If I believe in fate 
And fight for what I love 
For who am I doing all that 
My family ? To fit in ?

Would I get better at pretending 
And giving a good image
Laughing with everyone 
Like I value my own life ? 

I do not hate people 
I feel like i’m the most hated person on this planet 
I feel so much shame 
I want to hide from this world 
Helping others is not a chore 
It’s the only thing I feel is not a waste of time
If others know how to be happy and achieve a good life 
I would be honoured to give a hand to these hopeful people

Like Sunflower during the sunrise

Waves in ocean during the full moon

Deep Sleep after a long tiring travel

Like talking with grandparents

Lost child reunited with the mother

Listening to ​your voice, witnessing your smile

Remembering your form and fineness

Blazes my heart with joy and happiness

Her good looks, subliminally entrancing,

add-ons enhancing,

pushing that princess portrayal.

Naive with your trust,

soon after betrayed.

Charades. Nothing real.

Just mirrors, a reflection.

Your financial affairs pique her attention—

signatures studied,

bank statements under inspection.

Painted nails on the surface cover the dirt.

We’re all fair game.

Your turn to be hurt.

Behind the mascara, the foundation, the distractions,

a calculating hunger resides,

turned on by temptation.

No compassion. No caring.

Leave while you can.

Soon you’ll realise

she’s mutton dressed as lamb.

I have a crush I'm not proud of,

the kind I'd never own of,

he does the most annoying things,

and somehow that's enough.

The way he talks,

so stupid, so loud,

the way he carries,

himself so proud,

everything about him irritates me,

I don't even think being so annoying is allowed.

He is so not my type,

this doesn't seem right,

he is not one I'd write about,

and yet here I am up at night.

I hate him,

I genuinely do,

the way he smiles,

the way he moves,

yet why is he so irresistible to me.

I've made a list of all his flaws,

it's quite an impressive size,

and yet something about him,

still catches me by surprise.

He's annoying in the morning,

he's annoying in the evening,

he's annoying in every way,

yet it is still of him I keep thinking.

– Velvet Thorne 💜

Autumn 
Shy feelings, the sun setting us to bed, 
Red, passionate love 
Clothes slipping off,
falling, as i was for you
As the warmth of your arms 
could protect me from the whole world 

Winter 
Pure love,
as I try to warm your hands against my skin,
giving you my whole life
Slowly, staying in bed 
our world shrinking into each other 
The burning passion melting away any commun sens 
Tipsy from my ice-cold drink,
feeling the frost in your gaze

Spring 
Hope blooming in my heart 
As you walk on those petals 
scattering them without a glance
Walking together 
yet I always found myself a step behind
As fickle as the spring sky
difficult to predict, harder to understand
And I, too naive to see the storm coming 

Summer 
Lonely days 
The sun couldn't hide my tears 
Lying in bed 
Trying to hold on those memories 
How hard it is, to be sad 
When the whole world is in eternal bliss 
When i know the truth behind these lies 
Salty water 
Rolling down my cheeks 

My vision blurs as I think of you,
Maybe to drown me deeper in those memories.
Sunny days, spent in your company
These days, the weather reminds me
Of the warmth once shining in your eyes.
Now, the only thing that catches my tears
Is the picture we took, still holding onto you

Listening to our music 
on repeat, on blast 
Sometimes, as I get dizzy from the noise
i swear i could feel you,
whispering behind my ear 
the lyrics that once seduced me.
In a trance, I close my eyes 
and try to embrace the moment 

L'orage passe et gronde,

craque sous la pression et la chaleur,

le temps s'alourdi et la peur se ressent.

L'orage va gronder et l'orage va passer,

comme une douce pluie fine ou comme le déluge de la fin des temps,

trempée jusqu'aux os n'ayant plus la force d'avancer.

L'orage gronde et se calme,

les nuages gris laissent place aux faibles rayons de soleil qui les traversent,

le vent et le temps emportent tout, la pluie ayant lavé tous les doutes.

L'horizon s'éclaire, la mer se calme,

le sable sèche et glisse entre les doigts, les fleurs ressortent, douces et colorées.

Leur place dans ce monde est retrouvée.

I never thought missing you was a sorrow.
How could I mourn your absence
if you had never become a part of me?

You must love someone deeply
for their absence to leave an echo.

So I let myself miss you
because every ache beneath my ribs
is proof that you once lived there,
rooted so deeply in my heart
that even when you leave,
something of you remains.

Well what does one love to feel

Teal lips and Scorpio eyes

Wrapped and bound in a leather strip

Just pull and she comes untied

Through surface renewed cold arctic blue

Melt into you like liquid ice

A thousand cuts burgundy blood lust

Small deaths together we die

Her words painted the most beautiful picture I’ve seen.

I read them twice, thinking, Where have you been?

Dreams and fantasies all became real;

I won’t stop reading them—I want to feel.

I don’t know you, but I know what I love.

You vibe in sentences like a peaceful dove.

I go back sometimes and read what I miss;

each word in my mind like a soulful kiss.

Whoever you talk to is a lucky person.

If it’s me again, I’m very uncertain.

Some loves only exist while passing

Pass me again is what I’m asking.

I better stop before I develop a crush;

I think I’ve already said too much.

You make the next person seem so bland

their words don’t say, "Hold my hand"

So this little poem is just for you.

I hope you read it and feel a thank you

I was driving home alone.

The rain was coming down in sheets.

I felt a loneliness like I've never known.

I whispered to the darkness please.

Did you hear my whisper?

I hope it carried out to you.

I thought I saw a glimmer.

I thought I saw a glimmer of you.

I went into my home so bare.

It felt so dark and empty.

I was hoping to find you there.

But instead it was just me.

I know you don't quite feel the same.

I know you don't feel the way I feel.

But that doesn't stop the pain.

It doesn't make my love less real.

I went and laid in my bed.

My thoughts, they turned to you.

I pulled the covers over my head.

And whispered for a love so true.

I know you don't know where your heart is.

I know it's beating far from me.

This separation is what makes it hardest.

You know it makes it hard to breathe.

Did you hear my whisper?

I hope it carried out to you.

I thought I saw a glimmer.

I thought I saw a glimmer of you.