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Oh yeah!! It's coming
Yes, I can feel it coming
Plop!! Falls down - the ****
And this was unexpected. The throne is fed, a splash in the well and the burden is gone. Satisfaction!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  ( I got this idea while actually pooping😅).
p1st0l Jul 7
You may have been unexpected but you healed me properly.
I want to do that too.
I want to fix something in you that I didn't break.
I want to help you find a way.
I'm staying for you, I hope baby that you do the same.
This is what I feel towards someone. The feeling of wanting to help someone with everything, is quite rare in my opinion. Well, I feel like that towards someone. Hopefully I help them with everything.
When the dark spell was broken I began my journey;
I walked to the top of the hill.
I sang a song, along with the spotted towhee.
I saw the world below me and I strengthened my will.

I built my house in the shelter of the deep green valley,
with brick and stone, and a deep blue pool.
Under the stately pine and the swaying palm tree--
I swore to follow no man’s, but my own one rule.

A butterfly flew into my house one morn
and came to rest on my sleeping lips.
Then flew away–you know they don’t live long--
I dreamed a dream of an eternal kiss.

I awoke to find that my guardian angel
was sitting by my bed, singing his song.
“Don’t worry” he said, “I will never leave you.”
“I believe you.” I smiled. But we could both be wrong.
During the chess game,
she made a good move.
I smiled a little,
typed:
"Nice"

Just felt right.
A simple thing.
No reply.
We played on.
It ended—a draw.

Then came her words.
First:
"indian"

I blinked.
Felt the air shift.
Then, second:
"monkey"

I just sat there.
Not hurt yet. Not angry.
Just… stunned.
Like: is this real?
I typed back:
"Why"

I added:
"You broke my heart"

I read it again.
Still stunned.
I didn’t know her.
Didn’t do anything.
We just played.

Then she dropped:
"virginity"

That word.
Out of nowhere.
Then:
"i no interesed"
"bye"

It didn’t sting.
It didn’t burn.
It just confused me.
Like the wind changed direction
and I wasn’t ready.

I wrote:
"Virginity?"
"What are you saying?"

No reply.
Just me,
sitting with a drawn game
and a question
I never saw coming.

Hope this poem reaches you.
To Juana Dayana
Of Colombia—
From HRS,
An Indian soul,
Caught in a drawn game’s pull.

- THE END -

Š 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
It was just a game—until it wasn’t. A simple move, a small smile. Then her words came—sudden, sharp, and strange. This poem is me, still trying to make sense of that moment.
Maria Etre Jun 3
I took a bite
out of the unexpected
I was starving
to let go
of my "should's"
just to see what's
on the other side
of your flavor











*And it was sooooooo
satiating
silvervi May 7
It’s not happening as you expected? So what? How do you know that what you wanted to happen was for the best?
Embrace the challenges. Embrace the unexpected. That way, you’re unstoppable.
I know it's hard sometimes. But we can grow so much! 💓
Queen Bee Feb 26
A fresh start was needed, urgently.
The past has shown to much distrust.

A million doors and windows, closed.
Suddenly an unexpected entrance appears.

It started as an innocent "HELLO".
And soon become something more.

We fell ******* top of  one another.
And ended up holding onto each other.

With our whole lifes ahead of us.
We started building our foundation.
Brick by brick.
My Farhaan, I love you.
An unexpected blessing added to my life.
Addie Dec 2024
He left at dawn with stars still bright
To catch the tide by morning strike
With promises and laughter near
He kissed her cheek and she alike

He set sail with the highest hopes
Ready to conquer awaiting dangers
His bait is placed and rod set
Sailing a sea with many lurking strangers

Farther and farther he goes
Unknown waves hijack his boat
Rougher and tougher the sea becomes
The more he struggles to stay afloat

The sea roared and the sea raged
Waves were hungry for a wooden taste
He tried to swim, he tried to stay safe
However the waves decided not to waste

The sea still roared and the sea still raged
She wait ashore for his return
With tear stains and knees on the floor
So disheveled, she gained onlookers' concern
Jeremy Betts Sep 2024
She advertised everything I wanted
Upon purchase it was nothing I needed
If only there was more time allotted
The warning signs could've been heeded
With the foundation now rotted
I'm reseated all alone and resented
Not fully unexpected,
But fully defeated
Deflated and almost deleted
Then the process gets repeated

Š2024
Lyla Aug 2024
when love blossoms
from a crack
in the sidewalk
of your life

remember

a garden would grow there
if you let the concrete crumble
Inspired by George Washington Carver's thoughts on weeds.
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