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RJ

I remember her
blonde hair kissed by blue,
like she dipped her crown
in the sky
just to feel infinite.

Eyes the color of clear days,
but storms lived there
I just pretended not to drown.

We were a rhythm,
offbeat and breaking,
on again,
off again,
from fifteen to twenty,
I called it love.
She called when bored.

She said I was different
and maybe I was,
because I stayed
when I should’ve run,
believed her
when I shouldn’t have trusted
even the silence.

Two others.
Two names I never wanted to know.
She said they were “mistakes,”
but they both left fingerprints
on the life we tried to grow.

And now she’s married
to one of them.
Has a child
with his name,
while I’m still here
writing poems
just to remember
that I mattered,
once.

Was I never enough?
Or just too much of the wrong kind?
I gave her every soft part of me,
and she taught me
how it feels
to break quietly.

I see photos of them now—
smiling like we never existed.
And I wonder
if she ever thinks of me
when the baby cries,
or when her world gets quiet,
or if she locked me away
in the same box
where she kept all her
guilt.

Either way,
she chose him.
And I’m left
trying not to wonder
why.

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Blue Streaks and Summer Eyes

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RJ

Blue Streaks and Summer Eyes

She moved like summer chasing light,
With golden hair and streaks of night
Blue slashed bold across her crown,
A storm disguised in a party town.

Her eyes were oceans—deep, untrue,
They pulled me in, then split in two.
I swore I saw forever there,
But she was never really where.

We crashed and kissed in cycles spun,
From 2014 to ‘19 done.
I called it love, she called it “try,”
But kept her truths beneath the lie.

While I held on, she held their hands,
Two others, promises like sand.
I stayed through storms, I played the fool
She broke the rules, rewrote the rule.

Still I believed, still I forgave,
Still I mistook the wound for brave.
Each time she left, I took her back,
Blind to the knife still in my back.

Now she wears a wedding ring
Not mine, but his… the other thing.
They’ve built a life, a child too,
While I sit ghosting in the blue.

Was I just training for her fate?
A stepping stone she learned to hate?
Or maybe love was never real
Just something broken she could feel.

I ask myself if I was weak,
Or just too human, far too meek.
Because part of me still aches, still tries
To forget her name
and her summer eyes.

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When The Darkness Doesn't Leave

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RJ

When The Darkness Doesn't Leave

Some nights don’t end, they just disguise
They trade the stars for tired skies.
The sun comes up, but not for me,
It only lights what I can’t see.

I brush my teeth, I comb my hair,
Pretend I’m fine, pretend I care.
But underneath this thin disguise,
A storm is swirling in my eyes.

It’s not a scream—it’s something worse:
A quiet, slow, persistent curse.
A numbness pressed into my chest,
A longing just to finally rest.

"You’re broken goods," the whispers hum,
"The best of you will never come."
And though I know they lie like thieves,
Their poison drips between the leaves.

I try to speak, but words fall short
Like soldiers lost in last resort.
So I just nod and fake a grin,
While hiding everything within.

But still I rise, though barely so,
Though heavy winds refuse to go.
Each breath I take, each silent cry
Is proof I haven’t said goodbye.

Not healing fast, not flying free,
Not who I was, or hoped to be.
But still I walk, though slow and small,
And fight the urge to lose it all.

No ending yet, no twist, no cure
Just strength in choosing to endure.
When darkness stays and will not leave,
I stay as well.
I still believe.

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Pretty Stories, Ugly truths

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Unseen footprints

Pretty Stories, Ugly truths

People like pretty stories,
but they fear messy minds.
They hush cracked voices,
yet still cheer for the ones who survived.

They want your pain—
but make it poetic.
They want your scars—
but make them aesthetic.

They pressure you,
until the thoughts aren’t about hurting yourself...
but hurting them.
And suddenly, you're the villain
for finally snapping
after years of being bent.

Let’s just smile—
because that’s what society wants.
They don’t want truth,
just a well-rehearsed front.

Pretend.
Pretend like we’re okay.
Even when we're falling apart in silent decay.

One tiny wrong impression—
and they’ll label you “unstable.”
One moment of emotion—
and you're off the table.

I’m screaming.
Not out loud—
but inside my brain,
where the echoes ache
and the silence stains.

GOD, HELP!
THIS ISNT THE LIFE I DREAM.
I vowed, I praised, I gave everything it seemed.
Sacrificed pieces of me
just to get a piece of peace.

But why must I suffer
just to earn salvation?
Why must I break
just to feel whole?

I scream
till my voice can’t even hum a rhyme.
I scream and scream and scream—
and still, it’s never time.

Help, God.
I’m just a human.
Not a warrior.
Not a prophet.
Just someone still asking…

for a direction.
A reason.
A light.
Anything…
to feel like
life.

I don't need notes to let you feel what I feel

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Where the moon met my heart

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Unseen footprints

Where the moon met my heart

The moon above was not too bright,
But still, it gave the softest light.
The stars were there — a scattered sea,
It felt like they were watching me.

Beside me, you — so still, so near,
The ocean's sound was all I'd hear.
The waves, the breeze, the silent air...
And knowing somehow you were there.

We walked along the shoreline slow,
Our footprints fading as we go.
No words were said, yet I could feel
A quiet love, so calm, so real.

I didn't need to speak tonight,
My heart was loud beneath the light.
You looked at me — I looked at you,
And all I hoped felt somehow true.

Then came the kiss — so soft, so shy,
Beneath the stars and velvet sky.
And when we paused, I saw you smile,
It made the whole world stop awhile.

I couldn’t name just what I felt,
But something warm inside me dwelt.
A secret feeling, deep and wide,
That bloomed like waves and touched the tide.

And when the moon gave way to sun,
We sat and watched the day begun.
The morning light began to rise,
But I was staring at your eyes.

Your brown eyes caught the golden hue,
And looked like something pure and true.
I smiled and wrote this later on,
To keep the night that came and gone.

Where our soul collides together under the moonlight watching the sky with no voice in our mind,I met you in the dark and thought your just a guy but I didnt thought that you would be mine..(relationship I want in the future where it feels like I'm in a movie,the passionate kiss I saw on tv,wish that It could be it)

#falling #in #love

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Unspoken feelings

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Unseen footprints

Unspoken feelings

I hope I feel what you feel when you found your dream.
I wonder why you found yours, while I can’t even find mine.
I want to steal your goals — but that’s not the kind of person I can be.

I dream of being a soldier, but the darkness inside holds me back.
Taking lives isn’t in me, yet I still want to chase that dream.
Sometimes, I feel left out — even in my own world.

There’s a deep wound in my chest — that feels impossible to heals.
I want to become the person I see in my dreams but I can even stand on my own.
Life feels strange, like I’m already gone.
I’m alive in flesh but dead in soul.
Didn't think I can stand on my own two feet.
I need support — but I hate needing anyone.
Suffering in silence is safer than suffering with you because your just a human so you can judge me too.
I don’t think I can live with you — even for a week because I feel my body getting weak.

It has a lot of story I pour in this poems,some are about my dream of becoming a soldier and also becoming the person I wish I could be,and a person that really needs someone to give support but hate it or just can't let my ego fall,and a feeling of being left behind,you saw your friends found their light while your still stuck in the dark isn't that sad?I mean we're just humans we can't control the emotion we call envy...

#idk #lots #of #feelings #wavem

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Paper

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Unseen footprints

Paper

"Paper"

Some throw paper everywhere,
Crumpled, torn, without a care.
But there’s a paper dressed in green,
Guarded like a royal queen.

One is trash, ripped with no regret,
The other — priceless, a power set.
Yet both are paper, thin and small,
Why does one rise while one must fall?

It’s just like us, the human race,
Some are ignored, some held in grace.
If you hold the PAPER, you wear a crown,
But without it, they’ll drag you down.

You could have dreams, a heart that’s true,
But no one sees the soul in you.
Because in this world, cruel and cold,
Worth is measured not by heart — but gold.

And so the earth weeps in despair,
As people **** what once was fair.
For PAPER, they destroy the tree,
And silence voices that should be free.

We’re losing love, we’re losing air,
For a piece of paper — do we care?
Society trades life for gain,
Leaving behind a trail of pain.

But maybe, just maybe, a voice can rise,
To speak the truth, to open eyes.
To show that worth is more than pay,
And help this broken world find its way

My first peom I publish.all about the two papers yes yes

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Trace

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Stardust

Trace

"I wish I could..."
That’s what I say when I visit memories
distant, blurred, and strange.
A world I knew… and yet never truly knew.
The quiet roots of who I’ve become.

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Sometimes

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Serhat Doğan

Sometimes

Sometimes
Simple things are
Complicated than
Complicated things

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‘They’ Lives in Your Brain

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Yashkrit Ray

‘They’ Lives in Your Brain

"What would people think?"
"Nothing."
"Do you care or even think about them?
Do you have anything to blame?"
"They have their own jobs to do,
Just like you."

"Judging you from different frames,
'They' is just part of your brain."

We think "What would people think?" without realizing they are busy with their own things. "What would people think?" are just different parts of our brain judging us.