Take me to the station, I need to file a report,
This is a story of daylight robbery—no court.
Take me there, I must speak my truth,
Of how I lost everything, in the silence of youth.
I was walking along a simple lane,
Humming a tune, carefree and sane.
When a sudden gust twisted the trees,
And in her eyes, I lost my peace.
There was something wild in that stare,
No promise, no lie—just vacant air.
My heart forgot its steady beat,
Was she a woman or a storm in heat?
No words were spoken, not even a smile,
Yet I stood there frozen, lost for a while.
She didn’t touch, she didn’t speak,
But took everything that made me meek.
So take me to the station, let them hear,
A crime of the eyes, too subtle, too clear.
She robbed me in silence, with nothing but grace,
Left me standing alone—heart out of place.
— master...
This is a story of daylight robbery—no court.
Take me there, I must speak my truth,
Of how I lost everything, in the silence of youth.
I was walking along a simple lane,
Humming a tune, carefree and sane.
When a sudden gust twisted the trees,
And in her eyes, I lost my peace.
There was something wild in that stare,
No promise, no lie—just vacant air.
My heart forgot its steady beat,
Was she a woman or a storm in heat?
No words were spoken, not even a smile,
Yet I stood there frozen, lost for a while.
She didn’t touch, she didn’t speak,
But took everything that made me meek.
So take me to the station, let them hear,
A crime of the eyes, too subtle, too clear.
She robbed me in silence, with nothing but grace,
Left me standing alone—heart out of place.
— master...
mitch
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She’s the recipe I never asked for,
but now I crave with every breath.
but now I crave with every breath.
A pause to remember that everything—
from the soft breezes to the glowing moon—is beautiful.
Let me breathe, let me listen,
and let me remember the simple joy of just being.
Life doesn’t need to be chased,
it needs to be lived...
from the soft breezes to the glowing moon—is beautiful.
Let me breathe, let me listen,
and let me remember the simple joy of just being.
Life doesn’t need to be chased,
it needs to be lived...
Give Me a Break
The world is loud, a cacophony of calls,
Voices chasing silence, ignoring nature’s thralls.
A thousand demands, all begging for my soul,
But I’m tired, exhausted, no longer whole.
Take the screens, take the noise,
Take the endless race, the hollow choice.
I don’t want your perfect pictures and fights,
I long for the quiet of distant nights.
I want to breathe, just breathe, you see,
Feel the soft whispers of the autumn tree.
Not tweets, not posts, not virtual grace,
But the cool wind brushing my face.
I want to walk on a path unknown,
Among the leaves, where I feel at home.
The library’s quiet, the pages turn,
Where lessons are learned without the burn.
I long for life untouched by the rush,
Where moments linger, without a hush.
Where passion isn’t a fleeting trend,
But a love for life that will never end.
So, give me a break from the digital haze,
Let me walk through nature’s maze.
For the world outside is where I belong,
In its silence, in its song.
Take me to the earth, where I can be,
Just a soul breathing wild and free.
And when I return, I’ll have more to say,
Not from the screen, but from the heart, today.
The world is loud, a cacophony of calls,
Voices chasing silence, ignoring nature’s thralls.
A thousand demands, all begging for my soul,
But I’m tired, exhausted, no longer whole.
Take the screens, take the noise,
Take the endless race, the hollow choice.
I don’t want your perfect pictures and fights,
I long for the quiet of distant nights.
I want to breathe, just breathe, you see,
Feel the soft whispers of the autumn tree.
Not tweets, not posts, not virtual grace,
But the cool wind brushing my face.
I want to walk on a path unknown,
Among the leaves, where I feel at home.
The library’s quiet, the pages turn,
Where lessons are learned without the burn.
I long for life untouched by the rush,
Where moments linger, without a hush.
Where passion isn’t a fleeting trend,
But a love for life that will never end.
So, give me a break from the digital haze,
Let me walk through nature’s maze.
For the world outside is where I belong,
In its silence, in its song.
Take me to the earth, where I can be,
Just a soul breathing wild and free.
And when I return, I’ll have more to say,
Not from the screen, but from the heart, today.
Reserved Seat
Close enough to breathe the silence she left behind,
too far to touch the sky she carried in her hair.
She sat like a verse I dared not read aloud,
a morning light falling through tinted glass,
while I—
I was the window fogged with breath,
never cleared enough to show the truth.
She didn’t know.
And I couldn’t tell.
So I watched
as the wind tangled her hair like a prayer
I never had the courage to whisper.
Each station passed like a missed moment—
a flicker in the reel of what-ifs.
The train moves.
So does she.
But I stay—
a story paused
between two stops
where nothing began,
and nothing ended.
Just the quiet hum
of everything I didn’t say.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— master....
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA train story ~
Close enough to breathe the silence she left behind,
too far to touch the sky she carried in her hair.
She sat like a verse I dared not read aloud,
a morning light falling through tinted glass,
while I—
I was the window fogged with breath,
never cleared enough to show the truth.
She didn’t know.
And I couldn’t tell.
So I watched
as the wind tangled her hair like a prayer
I never had the courage to whisper.
Each station passed like a missed moment—
a flicker in the reel of what-ifs.
The train moves.
So does she.
But I stay—
a story paused
between two stops
where nothing began,
and nothing ended.
Just the quiet hum
of everything I didn’t say.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ— master....
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA train story ~
Once I cried in front of a cloud
and it rained somewhere else.
That’s when I knew:
God reads my texts,
but leaves them on “seen.”
and it rained somewhere else.
That’s when I knew:
God reads my texts,
but leaves them on “seen.”
Forwarded from Flashbacks ᝰ.ᐟ
If only you lived by the next window,
I’d slip a flower onto your sill each day.
Not for words, not for thanks,
just to watch it sway in your breeze.
~ master
I’d slip a flower onto your sill each day.
Not for words, not for thanks,
just to watch it sway in your breeze.
~ master
The Illiterate Poet
He carves verses on peeling walls
with fingers that never held a pen—
each line a blister, each pause a scar.
The city walks by, fluent in silence,
blind to the grammar of pain.
They say he's mad.
But madness is just poetry
spelled without permission.
He doesn’t write in ink—
he writes in dust and time,
and sometimes, blood when the bricks bite back.
So next time you pass a crumbling wall,
read it slowly.
It might be screaming something
you forgot how to feel.
— master...
He carves verses on peeling walls
with fingers that never held a pen—
each line a blister, each pause a scar.
The city walks by, fluent in silence,
blind to the grammar of pain.
They say he's mad.
But madness is just poetry
spelled without permission.
He doesn’t write in ink—
he writes in dust and time,
and sometimes, blood when the bricks bite back.
So next time you pass a crumbling wall,
read it slowly.
It might be screaming something
you forgot how to feel.
— master...
Forwarded from glittering garbage
~Rain~
Rain taps gently—
each falling drop
composing a nameless tune
that tickles in my ear.
The scent of wet earth
awakens a quiet hunger—
I long to taste the sand,
raw and alive.
Not long ago, I felt heavy,
my heart swollen with dark clouds.
Now, I lean by the window,
watching the lake drink slowly,
watching the trees sway.
They are alive.
And somehow,
so am I.
#poetry
Rain taps gently—
each falling drop
composing a nameless tune
that tickles in my ear.
The scent of wet earth
awakens a quiet hunger—
I long to taste the sand,
raw and alive.
Not long ago, I felt heavy,
my heart swollen with dark clouds.
Now, I lean by the window,
watching the lake drink slowly,
watching the trees sway.
They are alive.
And somehow,
so am I.
#poetry
Forwarded from mitch
well, first of all a big thanks for 301! it’s me, mitch, this side. and sorry for all those above text, she just ran from an asylum. anyways, this was really an awesome journey for me, a lot of ups and downs, lost some subscribers and gained a lot in exchange. every single one of you who decided to join my channel means a lot to me. i also wanna give a big shoutout to those fellow channel owners and creators who stood by me, reposted my posts or forwarded it. ig, without this community, i wouldn’t have reached here. ik i’m not that great at expressing myself, but trust me when i say this i’m genuinely happy and proud of what we achieved together. 301 might look like just a number to some, but to me, it’s a proof that i’m not alone in this. you all are like a family to me, and this milestone belongs to each one of us. so yeah, from the bottom of my heart, thank you again!! hope we make it 1k some day!!