the good things never hit that hard
it’s a privilege, bestowed upon pain
to make us weep & bleed art.

-uv

#words
#poem #justathought

reading Dostoevsky’s letters, each phrase is poetry in itself.

#poetry #poem #dostoevsky

too tired for words today

#ramblings
#tryingtowrite
#poetry

the more you understand it
the more illegible life becomes

perhaps, an empty mind
a careless stride
is the only way out of it alive

-uv

#poem #poetry #rambling #writing #nyresolution

for the ones who give too much & get too less.

(january is making me nostalgic for bright sunlight & blue skies.)

#poetry #poem #writing

are you tired of waiting?

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it is not the absence of thoughts, but abundance
that mutes their meaning
& strangle their coherence

like the endless knots in two threads
the wires that entangle themselves relentlessly
into a wispy web of words & mumbles

(1/2)

-uv
#poem #poetry

a day late, yet early enough
i owe myself another attempt
to try harder than my urge to give up
to spell faster than my thoughts sprint
to press “post” more often than shying away unto myself
so maybe a year, a decade
or even an eternity later
i shall be something than a mere nothing

-uv

#poem