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unknown Nov 2024
anger rises like a storm within,
a fire fierce, beneath the skin.
but pause and breathe, let the moment fade,
for peace is found where wrath is laid.

hold the flame, let patience grow,
in silent strength, let mercy show.
the storm will pass, the heart will mend,
for losing one's temper is wisdom's end.
sometimes, the moment catches up to your emotions and everything goes haywire, that’s why staying calm matters. imagine it from the perspective of a teenager whose emotions have soared like the towering mountains on mars. anger can burn as fiercely as fire, that’s why they say, “don’t let the spark control the flame.” don’t let the moment fool you, don’t let others fool you. no one holds your emotions but you, especially anger. don’t let them get to you. if they try, find a place of quiet, somewhere where you can just be, without pressure because the more crowded it gets, the closer you are to losing control. if you can’t find a place to hide, take out a piece of paper and write down EVERYTHING you’re feeling, pour it all onto the paper, don’t leave out anything. and the key to this is to do it right after the moment, because once the moment is gone, your consciousness returns, and with it, your awareness. if you’re scared someone will find the paper, burn it; if not, keep it hidden somewhere safe.

for as long as i can remember, i’ve struggled with my anger. people around me seem to despise me for it, but they don’t know how hard i try. when i break, it’s not just one branch that snaps, it’s the whole tree that comes crashing down. they don’t know what goes on inside me, and thank god for that.

i get where they’re coming from, but that doesn’t make it easier. i do my best, but sometimes the moment still catches up with me, and afterward, i feel terrible. the cycle just repeats itself, and if i don’t get a grip on it, it’ll only spiral.
unknown Oct 2024
regret is the
sharpest thing
i’ve ever held but
never meant to keep.
unknown Oct 2024
a photo isn’t just an image as there’s always a hidden, deeper meaning behind every photo.
i’ve always had a sense of attachment to photos, not necessarily because i particularly like the image itself, but because i appreciate the story behind it. each photo holds a narrative that connects me to moments, emotions, and experiences that are often more profound than what is visually represented.
unknown Oct 2024
in the shadows of dreams, we trip and we break,
where hearts clash and bleed, and silence aches.
trust your own path, let the chaos unfold,
you owe yourself more than the stories they’ve sold.

own your scars, let your true colours show,
in the wreckage of life, find strength in the low.
through every struggle, in each bitter fight,
you’re the fire that rages, igniting the night.
inspired by the quote: “you don’t have to believe in everyone else’s dreams. believe in your own. you don’t owe them anything. you owe yourself everything.”

- misha, punk 57
unknown Oct 2024
i rarely speak,
too busy thinking,
my mind whirring all the time,
silent yet full of noise.
it never stops.. does it?
unknown Sep 2024
each morning, i open the door  
to a place that drains every ounce of joy.  
the hallway greets me with a heavy sigh,  
and instantly, my spirit drops.  

eight hours a day with faces I despise,  
in a place where every ounce of happiness  
seems to evaporate before my eyes.  
i feel like running, escaping,  
but the door that welcomes me in  
is the same one that holds me captive.

they call it “optional,”  
but the truth is far from it.  
graduate or face a future  
where choices are limited,  
a cycle of nine to five  
that feels like a never ending grind.

i’m told that this is the path to success,  
yet all i see is a repetition of old patterns,  
a system unchanged by time,  
while the world outside evolves.

every minute spent here feels like a loss,  
a theft of time that could be spent  
on dreams larger than a desk job.  
i’m meant for something greater,  
more profound than just surviving.

everything in life is upgrading,  
but the school system remains frozen,  
a relic of past eras  
while the world moves forward.  
how is it that progress touches everything  
but the one place that shapes our future?

in this trap of outdated rules,  
i find myself questioning,  
wondering why I’m forced to live  
by standards that no longer fit.
by me

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