There is a shadow now in the space where you used to be, a quiet outline of everything soft that once lived beside me without asking for anything but ...Read more
When I close my eyes, you come back in the quiet — not as a ghost, not as a dream, but as the part of you my heart refuses to lose.You appear the way ...Read more
He cracked a line that made the whole room bend, the kind of laugh that shook the walls in place. But in the pause that followed at the end, a s...Read more
You laughed the loudest when the room felt small, a spark that cut through every heavy day. You rose from places meant to make you fall, and sti...Read more
Behind the glass, the figures stand in line, Their painted smiles, unbroken, neat, composed. A perfect frame, a family so divine, yet silence hu...Read more
He walked with silence stitched into his coat, A threadbare map folded in grief, Boots soaked in yesterday’s rain, Eyes dimmed by storms no one ...Read more
The clock stopped at 3:17, but no one noticed. It hung like a witness, silent, still, its hands too tired to point blame. She wore red on t...Read more
He came in velvet once, with hands that smelled of lavender, and eyes that knew your name before you spoke it. Another time, he limped in rag...Read more
The glass is filled, but sweetness hides the sting, a bitter truth disguised in sugared lies. The painted smiles, the laughter they still bring, ...Read more
The world feels like it’s cracking— not slowly, not quietly, but loud enough to wake the dead. Children are dying before they learn to read. ...Read more
I stood at the edge of silence, where the road hummed like a dare, and the world felt too heavy for feet that had carried too much. The sky did...Read more
We all carry something— a bruise beneath the smile, a silence behind the laugh, a story we’re afraid to tell. Some of us wear hunger like a s...Read more
I was raised in pews and prayers Taught to kneel, to trust, to believe That God sees all, knows all, loves all But I look around—and I grieve T...Read more
The house is quiet But not peaceful It’s the kind of silence That echoes with absence His bowl is still there His leash untouched But it’s ...Read more
I learned to focus like my life depended on it— because it did. Eyes scanning for tone shifts, ears tuned to footsteps, heart braced for impa...Read more
I used to swing the door wide, Backpack thudding to the floor, And there you'd be—tail a blur, Joy stitched into every bark. Your paws knew th...Read more
She hates the morning Not for the light, but for the loss Because dreams are the only place She’s ever felt whole In sleep, she lives a life un...Read more
She’s afraid of love Not because she doesn’t crave it But because she’s only seen it As a battlefield with no winners She grew up in a house ...Read more
She wakes up, gets dressed, smiles on cue No one sees the war behind her eyes She laughs at jokes, turns in her work But inside, something quiet...Read more