Disconnected..(a poem)

I home disconnection

I embody disorientation

I breathe the air of multiple souls in one body

I transform and become what I don’t know

I slip and slip until I can no longer be seen

I crave space and loneliness

I am fascinated by the energy of the souls living in me

I am who I am at the moment

An imagination of my disconnection


Hii y’all! How’re you?? I really hope you are doing okay!🤍🤍

I just wanted to write something. So here’s what I came up with. Happy Holidays y’all 💃🏽💃🏽

byee🙃🤪

Love you all always 🤗🤗

I feel like..(a poem)

I feel like a museum, a collection of everything I’ve seen and heard

I feel like a book filled with so many stories from the people I’ve encountered

I feel like a journal that collects everything and anything

I don’t feel like a singular person who knows what they’re doing

I don’t know what and who I’m supposed to be

I feel like there’s multiple people in one body

Souls tied together, minds all drawn apart, all in one body

My body, the body of so many people, personalities, and lives from all over.


Hii! I just felt like writing something and posting it. So here’s another poem from me!

Bye y’all 🙃🙃

Love you all always 🤗🤗

Meaningless..(a poem)

Rustic lines, faded blue

Yellow skies, bloody red

Unforgivable pain, dirty souls

Dried up tears, crushed bones

Painful love, intelligent fools

Forgotten memories, daring scares

Temporary rhythm, permanent scars

Tattered skin, noisy melody

Unreasonable reasons, truthful lies

Paradoxical meanings, quiet noise


Hi y’all! How’re you doing? I hope you’re doing okay?!🤍🤍

Sometimes I write jargons just like today’s poem. Words just came out from nowhere through my hand onto this blogpost.. Also, I’ve been very lazy, hence why I’ve just been posting poems but I’ll be back on my grind very soon!

This image just seemed nice and it exuded peace. bye y’all 🙃🙃

Love you all always, even on days when my writing feels like jargons🤗🤗

Some days..(a poem)

Some days, I feel so great

And some days, I am a big mess

Like a hopeless person just waiting to be hit by a car

Or like a lifeless little doll

The voices in my head are so loud

And I feel like I can see the unseen

I feel numb to all the pain yet a part of me still shudders at every moment

I can’t even cry because I am numb

And resistant to those tears because my eyes are all dried up from the nights I’ve spent crying instead of sleeping

And on those days when I am a mess,

I can’t move or be or even live

I can only try to exist.


Hi everyone! How’re you? I really hope you’re doing fine 🤍🙂

Here’s a picture I took and edited myself! Bye y’all 🙃

Love you all always, even on days when I don’t feel so good🤗🤗

I am weird..(a poem)

Sometimes, I find it so difficult to sleep

And it’s not insomnia,

It’s those voices that are always so loud in my head

Those voices that tell me different things

That I know are not true but a part of me strongly wants to believe

I am so confused and always in a state of disorientation,

I am so lost and always feeling in my heart, adriftness

Sometimes, I also feel very strange living in this turbulent world;

And I sometime wonder if I’m truly human

Yes, I know I’m pretty weird but it’s just that I cannot control it

I am trying; trying so hard but

My hands are tied and my eyes are covered

I am so lost in this state of bewilderment..


Hii!! Welcome to December! How’re you doing? I really hope you’re all doing okay🙂🤍

I thought to start December off with a poem.. Leave a comment and let me know your interpretations of this poem.

This photo just seemed so nice.. bye y’all 🙃

Love you all always 🤗🤗

These blurred lines..(a poem)

Even after washing and rinsing this thing I call a face,

My eyes still don’t see the clarity I want them to see

The lines are not straight and my head aches

I’m not used to uncertainty or this feeling of not knowing what’s next

After cleaning my glasses and wearing them over and over again

My eyes still don’t see the lucidity I want them to see

And I’m too tired to keep holding on if all I’m going to see are blurred lines

My strength is fading off day by day like the blurriness of those lines

All I can now see are faded strength, dwindled vision, and lest I forget, blurred lines..


Hi y’all, I’m going to start sharing my poems on here as well.. I hope you’re well🙃🤍 Bye!

I just found this random photo on the free WordPress photo library. I think it somewhat embodies what this poem means..

Love you all always 🤗🤗