Tell me your score, let’s settle the floor,
Did you make that college or just talk some more?
Got a degree? Cool, but what's that prove?
You flexin' empty, I’m in a real groove.

Bottom of the chain? Yeah, that’s where I dine.
Still fightin’ hard like the crown is mine.
You call me dumb? Then what are you?
A leech suckin’ peace just to feel brand new?

I failed? So what, I’m still in the game.
Even if Elon said my name in shame,
I’d look him dead in the face, no fear,
Like—“I don’t believe you, billionaire.”

Nah, you won’t cry in my grave.
You ain’t payin’ my rent.
So zip that hate,
I don’t need your two cent.

I grind like you,
Clock time like you,
Work for bosses who don’t rhyme like you.

Call me broken, call me late,
Call me names, go tempt your fate.
But don’t you dare, nah not today—
Don’t you ever call me weak — okay?

You don't know my fire,
You just see my scars.
But stars ain't born —
They're forged in wars.

I came into this world like a song
soft, fleeting, and full of wonder.
And one day, I will leave
just as quietly.
Like the last light before night falls.

Bury my fragments in earth’s quiet hands,
let my ashes ripple through sleeping seas.
Cry, but only like morning dew
brief, tender, and full of love.

If you must cry,
let your tears be gentle.
Like the rain that falls in spring
not to grieve,
but to grow.

When you look up at the sky,
and a star seems to shine just for you,
know that it’s me
loving you from a distance
only souls can reach.

And when the wind brushes your cheek,
or rain kisses your hands,
know that I’ve returned
Not as sorrow.
But as love.
A promise that never left.

Wear the logo.
Sip the overpriced latte.
Smile like you belong.

But deep down
you traded truth
for a tag.

Fake gold glows too,
until it rains.

Don’t plant your worth
in damp soil
just to grow rice
for someone else’s plate.

Luxury?
Maybe.
But only if illusion is your favorite fabric.

Real talk
your worth isn’t worn,
it’s lived.

The dragonfly hovers,
born of storm-fed ponds,
its wings catch sunlight
where shadows once drowned.

It teaches—
from fleeting rain
can rise
a life of light.

The morning hums a gentle tune,
dew still clings where night was strewn.
A sparrow writes across the air,
its wings a brush, its song a prayer.

The sun climbs slow, with golden hands,
unfolding light across the lands.
Shadows shrink, yet softly stay,
teaching night must give to day.

We rise, we fall, like tides at sea,
yet every dawn rewrites the key
a chance to sing, to dream, to try,
beneath this vast forgiving sky.

1.Your hand finds my heart,
not to claim, but to listen—
love breathes in stillness.


2.Eyes meet in silence,
the world folds into a sigh—
only we remain.


3.Touch like falling rain,
gentle, warm, and infinite—
I bloom in your arms.


4.Lips speak in pulses,
not of lust but devotion—
a fire held soft.


5.After the closeness,
I wear your gaze like a shawl—
quiet and complete.

You don’t have to rise like the sun each day—
some mornings, it's enough just to open your eyes,
to sit with the silence,
to feel your heartbeat and whisper, “I’m still here.”

You are not the storm that passed,
nor the ruins it left behind.
You are the seed under the soil,
waiting for the right rain,
the quiet miracle of a soul not giving up.

Let no one shame the pace of your healing.
Let no voice drown out the hush of your trying.
Because surviving is not small.
And breathing, on hard days,
is a kind of bravery the world forgets to praise.

So rest, dreamer.
You don’t need to shine tonight.
You just need to stay—
soft, alive,
and wildly worthy of tomorrow.