time is a silent thief
slipping through unnoticed cracks
it steals moments before we realize their worth
turning laughter into echoes
and memories into shadows
we grasp at its passing
but it slips like sand through fingers
leaving behind only the ghost of what was
what once seemed endless
is now a faint whisper
reminding us that nothing stays
and time takes everything
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My reflection
I catch glimpses of myself
little fragments in the mirror
I see someone
both familiar and strange
the face holds stories
some clear
some blurred
and others yet to be told
there’s a comfort
in the known lines
a restlessness
in the unfamiliar shadows
my reflection changes as I do
revealing not just who I’ve been
but hints of who I might become
every single glance
asks me the same silent question
are you the person you thought you would be
New beginning
the sky blushed softly
a quiet symphony of beautiful hues
spreading over the horizon
shadows melted
as the first light touched the earth
each ray reached out like fingers
unfurling colors in layers
while the world stirred
bathed in the glow of a new beginning
Time
the night settles
draping everything in quiet shadows
stars breathe softly
scattered across the dark
the world holds its breath
as if the universe itself were listening
and while time stretches
gentle and unbroken
silence unfurls
cradling the world in a calm
one that feels like it could last a lifetime
Each breath
it’s like the sun
catching the ocean at dawn
just a brief glint of warmth
where I thought only shadows would linger
in a crowded world
where moments drift like passing ships
there’s this thought of you
anchored quietly in my mind
it’s where you exist
just between each breath
and where I hope you’ll stay
long after the last one
Pieces of her
pieces of her
scattered into the universe
like stars torn from the night sky
each fragment
a whisper of who she once was
drifts quietly among galaxies
some shimmer softly in the distance
while others burn brightly
leaving trails of light in the infinite dark
and though she is temporary
the universe knows her name
weaving her fragments
into its endless story
piece by piece
breath by breath
Storyteller
with her ink upon these pages
verses flow like whispers
carrying the scars that she hides
through her poetry
the world comes alive
every line a window into her soul
every letter a heartbeat
her story unfolds
not in the bounds of prose
but in the delicate dance
of meter and metaphor
painting emotions more vividly
than any narrative ever could
and in the end
the poem itself becomes the storyteller
a timeless echo of her life
Rainy Days
oh how these rainy days
remind me of you
where the warmth of your smile
feels like home
your lavender words
are a sweet love poem
that replays in my mind
and the touch of your fingers
gently trace the worn edges
of my soul
in that very moment
you stole pieces of my existence
and tucked them away
in a million different places
inside the universe
for only you and I
Pieces of you
losing someone special
is like the sky losing its brightest star
the world continues to turn
but the light is dimmer
and the nights are longer
your absence echoes
in every familiar place
a quiet reminder of a love
that lingers in the spaces
they once filled
time slowly moves forward
but a piece of their heart stays behind
holding onto the moments we once shared
Summer Days
on long summer days
when the sun lingers
like a warm embrace
love feels infinite
its gentle touch is like the breeze
that dances on my skin
every glance and whisper
seems to stretch forever
melding into the slow rhythm
of the season
love becomes a sun-drenched promise
where moments are endless
basking in the eternal warmth
of each other’s presence
