Her thoughts in words

Tag: writing

  • The Galaxy that is you.

    The Galaxy that is you ✨ We’re all made up of star stuffIn some weird, dark, bright often milky wayA glitter in our eyes that show we’re excitedReminders of the little joys that come with being aliveWe’re lights in the darkA role assigned by the creator of the universeWe illuminate the way, bring hope to…

  • Give Me A Moment

    The mtn number you’ve dialled Feels too vulnerable to talk to you right now She knows you’re trying to help, but she really doesn’t need it Please try again later Or dial *505# To listen to a pre-recorded message. Hold on a minute Please, give me a second to recollect myself I need a moment…

  • A “No-helpian”

    I know this is gonna be harsh It’ll hurt But I hope you’ll understand Because I sure don’t get Why y’all act like hypocrites Every damn day It’s lovely to want to help people To listen To always be there But how can you expect me to confide in me When you never tell me…

  • Friends

    I search for friends like other girls search for boyfriendsNope, not this oneShe’s too shallowShe raises her voiceThis one even sounds like my mumI know it’s weird but it’s been way too long.Since I formed a close relationship with someone I genuinely liked. Everyone is so nice hereBut it feels like I’m forcing it all…

  • A letter to my mom

    Hi,I’m writing this poem to youThough it’s supposed to be a letterYou’re not ever meant to see itBut I hope somehow it makes me feel betterA friend of mine promised it would. I’m sorryI really am, honestlyIt’s not like me to do what I didThe new year cheers really got to mePeople kept saying2023, new…

  • College

    I stare at my phone,Eyes heavy with bags they don’t need to carry.I look from note to text book,From jotter to pen,And wonder why I’d been so happy to come to this school. I’m so exhausted that weird things are becoming my lifestyle,Like talking to myself,And considering mixing coffee with fearless.They said this school life…

  • Unafraid of the pen

    I hold the pen in my hand,A writer true and true,Not just of plays and great song lyrics,But of moving books, articles too.I didn’t know how powerful the pen could be until I began to take writing seriously.I didn’t know how much of an effect my words could have,Until I started writing true stories. Leaving…

  • Tired

    Not sure what this poem is going to be about,Because I’m really not sure what exactly is wrong with me.I legit got eight hours of sleep last night.So why am I still tired? Why do I still drag my feet as I walk along the corridors,How can I sleep and sleep and still wake up…

  • Listen

    I’m tired of hearing the usual “say your mind,”Because whatever I say never really matters,People always just do what they want anyway,So why even bother? I’m always talking.Sometimes I raise my voice,In an effort to be heard.Then they yell at me “why are you shouting?!”Why won’t I shout?I’ve been saying the same thing for three…

  • From fire to fire

    I feel like I’m jumping from fire to fire.No not pot to fire,Yeah, I mean fire to fire.My life is like a journey,and every now and then I stop walking,I turn around and scratch my head, confused,“Hey, wasn’t I in this same spot earlier” In primary school I couldn’t wait till the next stage,In secondary…

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