This quote is a timeless reminder that growth comes from trial, error, and resilience, not from chasing flawlessness. Perfectionism often creates invisible chains that hold people back from opportunities, success, and self-expression. By embracing mistakes as stepping stones, you unlock creativity, confidence, and freedom to grow.

The 'Closed' sign was already flipped like a wink to the night, but I didn’t go for the front door. No, I slipped through the side, the one he always left cracked open for me. A silent invitation. My own little keyhole into his world. He was waiting. Collar undone. Sleeves pushed up. That crooked smirk, the one that always felt like it knew too much. 'Hungry?' he asked, voice rich enough to make my knees consider folding. 'Starving,' I breathed. What happened next wasn’t polite. It wasn’t planned. It was mouths and hands and limbs and heat ,a storm of desire served as the chef’s special. And the best part? He only takes my requests.

Some wounds bring forth something,a rawness simple words can't express, and so poems are birthed.

Silent pain breaks us into pieces that make us exist in splinters, walking arts of silence.

Fortresses aren’t built in silence, they’re forged in connection

Root deeper than those who only endure. That’s where wisdom lives.

Those who never dared the climb can’t guide your escape, unless regret haunts their every word.

She was never the girl who waited to be chosen, she was the storm you survive or surrender to. In a world that tried to tame her, she chose to burn brighter. This is the story of a Sagittarius flame, unapologetic, unforgettable, and free.

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“The ache never leaves, it just quiets itself while we carry on.” Coming from a big family means loud laughter, shared meals, and endless stories. It means home. But beneath that joy is a quiet, persistent fear, the fear of losing someone dear. Why death? Why now? Why them? It feels cruel, uninvited, and impossibly permanent. It leaves hollow rooms and fading memories in its wake, love interrupted, longing unresolved.

In matters of time let whispers of change shape your ways but guard your roots to remain true to your soul.

Rooted in the rhythm of my ancestors, I bloom where pride and heritage meet. Every bead tells a story, every glance echoes strength. My name is Namisi. I wear this bracelet every day.They think it useless Some tourists think it's just for style. Others chuckle "Oh, how cute! A tribal thing." Just beads. Just colors. Just "tribal decoration." But these beads,They remember what the world chose to forget.

Love Letters I Never Sent. A Poem for the Love in Silence Some love letters were never meant for mailboxes they were whispered to the moon, sealed with trembling hands, and hidden in the shadows of memory. But tonight, under starlit silence, one dares to be read Dear Anyone That Has Loved Some feelings are too heavy for the heart, too fragile for speech.

You, who ran with bare soles on the earth’s open palm,Who stitched silence with giggles and called it calm.You, who trusted time like a river trusts stoneOh child, how little you knew of alone. The world to you was a field of grace,Every stranger a friend, every moment a place.You believed in forever with innocent might,

Through your gaze, I see me whole and worthy of my own love.