When my heartbeat starts to race,
It echoes loud your name in space.
This life I live—it skips a breath,
Like love defying time and death.

Darlin’,
just for you,
I swear it’s true—
I love you too.

My heart was carved from aphrodite's sins,
And the glass pieces discarded
In the landfills of human regret.
I didn't think you could destroy it more, but here we are

Darling, if I had to love once more,
Never,
Never,
Never again
Shall it be as ~~desperate~~ beautiful as this.

Zillat mehmaan hai
Mere GHR ki ijjat ka

Hey everyone... I just wanted to share something personal about the poem I published yesterday.. Phony | Beauty in the Mask.

So if you look at the cover there is this tiny "00:00" at the bottom which I put there because it represents both the beginning and the end of something like when you hit record and when you stop you know? And in the center, there is this cassette tape with flowers on it which is kind of my way of showing the beautiful world that poets create. The whole cover is basically meant to be a recording of someone's poem but here's the thing the poet stopped writing new stuff when he healed so all we have left are these old recordings.

There's this line in the fifth stanza that really gets to the heart of everything. "Do poets not care for their words after they heal?" That question is basically what the whole poem is about. it's about a reader and a poet who just... stopped writing. In the second stanza, I wrote "I call it comfort cause its not mine to keep" and that's about how the poet's words are addictive and comforting, but they are borrowed. Like, you can't expect someone to stay broken just for your comfort right?

Since the cover is a tape recorder I wanted each stanza to feel like different episodes or tracks. You can actually feel how it smoothly shifts from "I" to "Broken" to "They" to "You" its like listening to different parts of the same story unfold.

The title "Phony" means false or not real and it refers to how the broken person's words arent really meant for us they are just him trying to comfort himself with intimacy and metaphors. It gives comfort to readers but only for a short time and what happens when you become addicted to this and he just stops writing? At the end "Now my world is empty, I gave it all away" shows this journey from when the speaker was confused about what to write using sky and ocean as metaphors but still unable to write like someone truly broken. Then he gives all his love to this broken person's empty world through their empty art, and now he is broken too.

"Beauty in the Mask" that subtitle is about how all these sad poems are really for the readers not the authors. Empty art is everything but with nothing inside. Its a world of beauty, beauty of words but there's no one else there anymore.

Dandelions dripping down your lips,
If this day was the last and I had any love left,
I’d use it to write the whole stars for you
(Even if it never mattered where we were through the blue.)

Losing you hurt
Just a little too much for this weak heart.

And darling,
When our hugs stop feeling like cries for help,
I swear to the world, we’ll be alright.

~ a lover girl who doesn’t want to say goodbye so she says see you never.

She: When your expectations ended… you left me, right?
She: So selfish. You never loved me.

He: No. I left because I needed space.
He: I needed to cry without pretending.
He: I needed silence more than I needed answers.

She: Then why not say something? Why vanish like I meant nothing?

He: Because talking to you while I was breaking would’ve made it worse—for both of us.
He: I couldn’t cry on your shoulders anymore.

She: I would’ve held you. You know I would’ve.

He: I know. That’s why I left.
He: You would’ve tried to fix me… and I didn’t want to be fixed this time.
He: I just wanted to feel. Alone.

She: You think I wasn’t breaking too? You think silence didn’t cut me deeper?

He: I’m not saying I handled it right.
He: I’m just saying… I couldn’t handle it at all.

She: So you disappeared. Made me question everything. Even my worth.

He: I’m sorry. Truly.
He: But if I didn’t walk away then, you would’ve always seen blood in my eyes.
He: I’ll talk to you… if I ever feel normal again.

She: And if you don’t?

He: Then let this be the goodbye I never had the strength to say.

She: I hate that I still care.
He: I hate that I made you.

• Introduction

• The Writer once shared everything secrets, emotions, the most personal truths with a friend who felt irreplaceable. That bond seemed unshakable, yet the very person who knew the Writer most deeply eventually disappeared, leaving behind silence and absence. This created a lasting wound: the trauma of having entrusted one’s entire self to someone who was never permanent.

• Now, when asked “How are you?” the Writer answers with a practiced “I’m fine,” wearing a smile that conceals the truth. Inside, however, the Writer remains broken haunted by memories, weighed down by longing, and fearful of ever sharing so deeply again.

• What follows is the account of a conversation that captures both the past closeness and the present ache of the Writer’s reality.

He: Hi
She: Hey, how are you?
He: I’m good, what about you?
She: I’m fine, good actually. And you?
He: Good too…

She: Doesn’t really seem like it.
He: No, I’m fine, really.
She: I don’t think so. Be honest.
He: Please, just ignore it. Let’s move on.
She: No, tell me. Why are you sad?
He: …It’s nothing. Really, don’t worry.
She: I can feel it. Don’t hide from me. Tell me.

He: (pauses) …I said I’m fine.
She: You’re not. You can trust me. Please say it.
He: …(typing, deleting)…
She: Don’t push me away. What’s wrong?

He: …(long pause)…
He: I… can’t hold it anymore.
He: (sobs)… The truth is… I’m sad because of you.
She: Me? What do you mean?
He: Because I know you can’t be with me forever.
He: Because no matter how much I want, this… us… won’t last.
He: And no one else will ever care for me the way you do.
He: That’s why I’m breaking inside.

She: …
He: The happiness I had… was all because of you.
He: And now the sadness I carry… is also because of you.
He: You’re the reason behind it all—my past happiness, my present pain.
He: And it hurts even more when you ask me “Why are you sad?”
He: …because the answer will always be you.

And if she was just a little less beautiful,
maybe I would have agreed
she’s just like all of us,
that she’s just like me.

oh wait.
but we both fell for your smile.
your eyes
your eyes
your eyes
guess we’re much more similar
than I used to think.

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It is really important to fix this issue as it scares me what will happen in the future

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You become fatter and thicker than before every time I see you

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I hope you pay attention to my words.

Thanks

• queen innocent nem

You’ve got the good kid running around spewing your name into her poetry.
Doesn’t that make you the villain?

(Darling, I need someway to get rid of your thoughts, and I’ve decided maybe hating would be the best one)
Just wait until lover girl realizes that there is a very thin line between love and hatred

And I hate this because it seems like I’m falling in love again.

Trump kitna jhut bol rha "had a productive summit" 😭

Bhai finally disco light hataya 😭

sunlight in her soul.

and here I am,
falling for your brown eyes,
over and over again.

how ironic.
doesn’t sunlight make brown eyes look like pools of honey?

(maybe you’re better off with her after all.)

• > In a world where silence speaks louder than words, and peace often hides a storm, this poem dives into the chaos within — where fire walks, oceans whisper secrets, and freedom lies beyond the purge. It’s a portrait of a soul unafraid to burn, to question, and to rise from the wreckage with a wink and a storm in the veins.

I smile, I wink — a shadow on the sea,
A kingdom I burned beneath these waves... maybe it’s the purge, not me.
I wish I could tell you of the ego we share,
Of the ache that lingers in every tear.

I called the girl who never cared,
The storm that once wiped away my fears.
A silence now waits for change —
But it's just me, sipping wine, tasting strange.

It's the season of autumn leaves, making the day seem brighter,
I'm seated under the tree known as Darksider.
The blue ocean in my eyes craves a tsunami through the night,
Is it me who dimmed the sunlight?

Will this sky ever hear my scream? Will these stars fulfill my wish?
Ask me, sky — why do I dream?
Thunderstorms — they keep me alive within.

I walk the path of my own fire,
It's burning — don’t come closer, it devours like a liar.
This is chaos — my wink to the charm of the sea,
My dance upon stormy shores — I just want to be free.

So go on — dare to stop me.
I’ll show you the purge behind this fake peace.

"Poisons I convinced myself would heal me"

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Feelin’ off today, girl, I’m floatin’ in a dream,
Saw the stars driftin’, girl, you know what I mean.
Look outside, the galaxy’s callin’ tonight,
Hop on my cycle, let’s ride into the light.

Let’s not sleep, baby, come away with me,
We’ll chase the sky where we’re wild and free.
Your hand in mine, let the world fade slow,
Tonight’s the night, let’s let it all go.

Let’s head to the garden, babe,
Where I lost my flower, babe,
I need it back or give me another, babe,
Underneath the stars, we’ll find our way.

Drift on ice, let’s skate on frozen lakes,
Cool breeze, cold night, let’s do what it takes.
This is my type, did you hear me, girl?
Told you once, you’re my favorite in this world.

Look at the weather, look at the moon,
It’s like it’s been waitin’ just for me and you.
We can’t be sleepin’, the night’s too right,
Cold love, warm hearts, everything’s ours tonight.

Let’s ride, let’s drift, let’s fly away,
Girl, this galaxy’s ours tonight, let’s play.
Stars above, frozen air, love’s alive,
With you by my side, I feel so high.

White roses you gave to me,
Now they’re falling, breaking silently.
Shattered petals drift for me...
La la, la-la, la la...

Memories in the wind they stray,
Whispers echo what we couldn’t say.
Faded scent of yesterday,
La la, la-la, la la...

In the garden where we stood,
Promises carved in ghosted wood,
I’d hold them still, if only I could...
La la, la-la, la la...

Miss you </3