Free Words

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The way he looked at her—there was something burning in his eyes, something that made her feel as though her body might melt under his gaze. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken intensity. It was almost as if he meant to torment her, though she couldn’t understand why, couldn’t trace it back to anything real.

He was just a colleague. They barely spoke. They didn’t share friends or moments or memories—nothing that could justify this pull. And yet, there it was. A connection she couldn’t explain, something that drew her toward him despite how little she truly knew him.

Still, she felt it—this quiet certainty that whatever she was feeling, he felt it too.

And that look… it always left her wondering what it would be like to close the distance between them, to feel his lips against hers, to let that unspoken tension finally find its way into something real.

[discoveryyyyy]

He represented hope, hope for someone to call mine, someone who is there for me. I thought he was different, & I got hooked right away, but it was all in my head; I romanticised what we had even though we had nothing

[discoveryyyyy]

“People respond to beauty. It sounds vain, but it’s true.”

[midnightinshadow]

[minimalistquotes]

We romanticize the stars, but forget the dark is what made them visible.

[discoveryyyyy]

People don’t realize how deeply their words—or even their silence—can hurt. We become so absorbed in our own thoughts and emotions that we fail to see the impact we have on others. We move through life as if only we matter, and while that may seem selfish, it often comes from a place of past hurt. We build walls to protect ourselves, and over time, those walls turn into habits. What starts as self-defense becomes a cycle of quiet selfishness—one that, in one way or another, we all take part in.

[shisasan]

Hermann Hesse, Demian (1919)

[discoveryyyyy]

feeling like flower swayed by the wind dancing with the air ,being a part of nature

[nixscriptum]

[bloombound]

[mournfulroses]

Makenzie Campbell, from a poem featured in "Room of the Mind: Poems" originally published in 2021

[mournfulroses]

Yosano Akiko, from a poem featured in River of Stars: The Poetry of Yosano Akiko

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[discoveryyyyy]

I wish it were that easy to love something so cruel & hard

[discoveryyyyy]

Almost me

why does being myself feel like the hardest thing to be?

i move through the world in borrowed faces, soft lies stitched into smiles, shapeshifting into whoever feels safest to be.

a different mask for every room, a different version of me for every pair of eyes— until i can’t tell which one is real anymore.

i carry my pain quietly, like it’s something shameful, like my scars are stories i’m not allowed to tell.

because what if they see me— really see me— and decide i’m too much, or worse, not enough?

so i stay hidden somewhere between who i am and who i think i need to be just to be allowed to stay.

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