Scribble Me Words

Image credit:  Generated with AI (OpenAI image model) Suddenly it seemed crystal A one-eyed fantasy A door once Perhaps only the memory  Hinges breathing in a language she refused to learn Stood long enough to become Part of the frame Ever so often closing Leaving skin on the wood Dust learning her name better than she ever did Somewhere a bell kept ringing Not for her Never for her She answered anyway... again and again A mistake repeating itself into ritual Thinking revelation would come Instead it came as subtraction Faces erasing themselves mid-smile Streets folding back  Into unwalked thought Remembering  Leaving Or being left The difference dissolved quietly Salt pretending it was never ocean Symbols carved behind her eyes Rearrange when she sleeps Spelling truths Waking up Too human to believe Someone once told her everything returns They forgot to mention Parts that refuse Fragments that drift  Unclaimed even by time Now she carries a map With no origin ...

Content Warning: This poem touches on themes of trauma, loneliness, and loss.  Image Credits: Behance Once, a little girl was left behind, Abandoned by a mother, unseen by a father, Ill-treated by a sister, pushed aside by  Those meant to protect her. And in that void of cold neglect, She found her strength in the spaces between. She fought through the silence, The empty rooms where no one spoke her name. She fought against the world that left no place for her, Finding scraps of kindness in shadows, Holding on to fragments— To the smallest whispers of light she could find. Years passed. She became a young woman, Fighting still, but now with different armour— Bound by vows, And with children to protect, In a marriage that drained her of breath, Where words were like chains, and love a ghost. She gave everything, And when there was nothing left, She gave even more. But the price of survival was too high— Her spirit collapsing in the quiet hours. Time wore on. A woman broken but ...

Image Credit: ali Soleimani on Unsplash Space... Disjointed.       Disoriented.              Misplaced.                  Unforgiving.   I thought about it,    Yes, it's the struggling to walk   On the uneven sands of the beach,   Drunk despite never having tasted alcohol,   Dodging hordes of people— 'Candid', selfies, reels— All in a frenzy.     Listening to the lull of the coming rain,   Digging my fingers into the soil,   Earthworms wriggling at the intrusion.     The lizard, it clinging to the ceiling of my bedroom,    Me, clinging to the single shred of energy I've felt all day.   Clinging. Clinging. Clinging.      The last time my heart closed in on itself,   Unshed tears making me breathless, speechless,   Envisioning the approaching apathy.      Di...

Image Credit:  ADIOSJAVA on Unsplash Ashes flittering in the breeze return to ashes. The smog begins blurring your sight. Crimson moon bleeds tears of lead. The wolves call for you in the night. Life’s too short to be taken seriously you say, You skip over the hurdles of hurt. It’s too late for the epiphany, She’s long gone, never your loss though. Hallowed waters, sacred trees, Breeding grounds for secret deals. Subconscious lovers of onyx bright, Guide the lost one to sleep.