Poems on Artemis

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

he

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

he #

in the land where the unseen writhe, shadows fester,
there’s a man wrapped tight in his grief, a ghost,
a mistake, fading out of a world too vivid.
a smudged relic in a frame that never wanted him.

his face, carved by the cruelest sculptors: time and loss.
grace? charm? don’t make me laugh.
he courts failure like it’s all he’s ever known,
a fucked-up pas de deux, forever out of rhythm.

him

Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000

him #

his eyes carry sorrow, invisible in daylight,
tears slipping out only where shadows gather.
he hides in silence, corners where no one lingers,
letting the weight spill in secret, unseen.

follow the lines drawn from his eyes to his jaw,
each a quiet story of wars fought and lost.
years have stacked on years, a heavy collection,
each moment chiseled into the flesh of his being.

and his gaze? it’s an unspoken confession,
a quiet agony painted in muted tones.
you’d swear he’s fine, wouldn’t you? but look again.
there’s a fracture there, a crack he can’t disguise.

an introverts love

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

an introverts love #

the introvert’s love is a quiet, stubborn spark,
a flicker in the dark corners of their chest.
it burns low, steady, without show or remark,
hidden, but relentless, refusing to rest.

it’s not a love that shouts for attention,
nor one that dances in the blaze of the sun.
but it lingers, grows, defies convention,
a silent fire that outlasts the loudest one.

it whispers secrets only silence can hear,
its voice soft, yet it strikes to the core.
no need for pretense, no space for fear,
it’s a love that stands firm, steady, sure.

bffff

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

bffff #

it’s not that i don’t value you,
it’s never been that.
i value you more than the ties of blood,
more than anyone i’ve called family.
but jealousy? no, that’s not it.
even when you drift to others,
i trust that you’ll come back.

and you do.
sooner or later,
you do, don’t you?
but still, every time you leave mid-conversation,
a dull ache creeps in,
a cold that starts somewhere deep in my chest,
then stretches out, slow and steady,
until it touches every corner of me.

bullshit

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

bullshit #

i feel sad
for some reason, i feel terribly sad.
it’s heavy inside, like a scream stuck in my throat
a punch held back from the wall,
tears i want to shed, but can’t.

not because i’m afraid
of someone hearing me,
or that i can’t do it,
but because i don’t even know why.

what has made me sad?
is it because i can’t seem to study?
or maybe it’s her,
she hasn’t replied yet.
or is she just too busy?
i don’t know.

crying a and rain

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

crying and rain #

tears fall, and i don’t know why.
they’re just there, like a weight inside me
i can’t place.
nothing’s wrong, yet everything feels
like it’s slipping away.

society talks about acceptance,
but there’s always judgment
in the background,
waiting to pounce.
why is it that crying feels like
breaking some unspoken rule?
like i have to justify
the pain i can’t even explain.

i sit here, watching the rain,
feeling the emptiness
grow inside me,
and i wonder why these tears
keep coming when nothing’s wrong.

dont leave me

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

dont leave me #

in the quiet of my mind, a story forms
not one i’ve lived, but one i fear.
you, the person i trust more than most,
what if you turn cold?

you know me,
my past, my present, and maybe
you even see where i’m headed.
but what if one day,
you leave me behind?
mock what i am,
make me feel small,
tell me i meant nothing.

fuck me

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

fuck me #

in the depths of despair, i sit alone,
a heart, heavy, turned to stone.
math’s puzzle taunts me,
my mind, it crumbles,
under the weight of failure.

“i’ll end it,” my soul screams,
this one math problem, my breaking point.
pathetic, dumb,
i whisper it to myself, over and over,
no friends to hear it,
no beauty left to find.

grades, like chains, pull me down,
drag me to places where smiles don’t exist.
life feels hollow, meaningless,
just an endless void.
i wither, quietly,
a fading breath.

fuck me_

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

fuck me #

i can’t stand myself,
it’s like i’m watching something break down,
a sinking ship that’s already underwater.
why would anyone stay for that?

but you’re still here,
fighting my battles,
battles i don’t even bother hiding anymore.
and i know you’d be better off leaving,
but you won’t.
your love’s still there, shining,
even when i wish it wasn’t.

i’m not the hero you thought i was.
just a mess, tangled up in my own mistakes.
the weight of everything i’ve done wrong, it’s suffocating.

fuck_me

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

fuck me #

in the pit of all this, there’s this gnawing ache.
self-hatred, it’s there, and it doesn’t fade away.
it lingers, a weight I can’t shake off,
holding all the broken pieces i’ve tried to ignore.
i feel stuck, like i’m caught in this loop i can’t break,
where everything i do slips through my hands,
no matter how hard i try.

studying should be easy, right?
but my mind won’t stay still.
thoughts scatter, blown around like leaves,
never settling, always drifting.
and working out? it’s just another thing i can’t seem to touch,
like it’s too far away from me.
instead, i just sit here,
doubt filling the spaces where confidence should be.
i learn these hard lessons i never asked for,
ones i don’t know how to let go.

future

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

future #

so there i stood
after all these years
the laughter fading to echoes,
the arguments to whispers

i look around,
but the silence answers back
of course no one’s here
they’re lost in their own worlds
how long before they notice?
how long before they care?
but it doesn’t matter,
nothing does
does it?

this was meant to hurt
but all i feel is numbness
a hollow where pain should be

god

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

god #

they tell you it’s everywhere,
in the air, in the ground, in you.
all-knowing, all-seeing, all-good.
but look around, really look.
where is it?

this is a land soaked in prayer,
millions bow, chant, light flames,
yet blood stains the earth daily.
seventy-nine lives lost each day,
over 30,000 murders a year.
where was it, this thing you trust,
when the earth turned crimson?

they say it judges the wicked,
but 4.5 million criminals walk free,
laughing at justice, untouched, unrepentant.
where was it when screams for retribution
echoed unanswered into the void?

her

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

her #

every risky text she sent ended the same way,
a casual “lol,”
profound conversations met with a joke,
deflecting like it was second nature.

in her voice, there was always this quiet sarcasm,
like a defense mechanism, subtle,
layered beneath everything she said.

she never made eye contact,
as if looking too long might give something away.
afraid to connect,
like bonds were too sacred,
too fragile to hold.
her eyes would flicker somewhere else,
always dodging, a silent joke she played with herself.

how i remember them

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

how i remember them #

the more i know my friends,
the more i like them.
and the more i like them,
the more i forget about them.

not the moments we shared,
not the way they moved, or spoke,
or how they laughed.
but the details, the shape of their hands,
the curve of their smiles,
they blur.

they blur, and soon all that remains is warmth,
a soft, familiar glow that feels like home.
but faces?
those don’t come so easily,
i have to reach, stretch,
as if trying to hold onto a memory already fading away.

journey

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

Journey #

he was always quiet. shy, they called it.
in a room full of people, he would blend into the walls,
not really there, not really anywhere.
he knew their faces, their names,
but when the bell rang, he’d watch them walk away,
and wonder why his world felt so far from theirs.

inside, he stayed,
the weight came slowly, the silence heavier.
bullies noticed him, though. they always notice.
and then, two people,
unexpected, like sunlight through closed blinds.
they made him laugh, made him feel seen.
he didn’t know what friendship was until then,
didn’t realize how much he’d been missing.

ma

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

ma #

ma, you’re sweet at times,
and kind on occasion,
but those fleeting moments get buried beneath the weight of all that’s wrong,
lost in the constant storm of your disdain.
i can’t explain it,
it’s just bad, this haze i live in.

you say the sight of me gnaws at your sanity,
you curse me with a routine venom,
you tell me to vanish,
that my existence was a cruel error,
that i should leave and never return.
your words, they carve into me, deeper than you’ll ever know,
because i love you.
i wish i didn’t.
i hate how much it haunts me,
how much your hatred clings like an unbearable shadow.
you loathe me.
i love you.
and it twists me in ways i can’t untangle.

my house knows me

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

my house knows me #

something very weird just happened i was talking to cap when i stood up to get some tea i walked out but found myself in front of moms dressing table instead of the fridge the bathroom door was open behind me somehow its light was too i looked up at the mirror i looked from my knees to my eyes and suddenly i was aware of how my glasses stood crooked on my nose and how my left eye was bigger than my right how my ears were awkwardly attached and how my neck seemed a bit too big i looked beside me i saw lots of other mes reflections from the bathroom mirror my mind quipped with a response but the reflections they looked at me and they shook their heads in disgust i looked at myself again and understood their disgust the door was closed behind me it creaked as i opened it as if telling me i cant escape what i am if i refuse to look at myself cap just said brb the fridge never had the tea

no title

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

no title #

your heart is a candle
so burn it
and watch the shadows of those that stand close to you

your heart is a candle
so burn it
set this eternal winter aflame

your heart is a candle
so burn it
set all your walls ablaze

your heart is a candle
so burn it
and let the smoke cover the skies

your heart is a candle
so burn it
until only ashes remain

overthinking

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

overthinking #

sometimes my head’s a goddamn mess,
won’t shut the hell up, this endless reel of crap,
these moments with you, over and over,
each one slicing deeper, tearing new holes,
like i deserve it. maybe i do. maybe
it’s all my fault, some stupid slip-up
i can’t even pinpoint.

i claw at the night, trying to fix the unfixable,
failing spectacularly, drowning in this
quagmire of “what ifs” and “could’ve beens,”
dragging my sorry ass through a storm of doubt.
it feels like my chest is collapsing in slow motion,
and my goddamn thoughts won’t get off my back.

perfection

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

perfection #

he was just a kid, fumbling his way through the fog,
grasping at things that never felt solid,
clinging to the cool kids like they held
some unspoken secret to being enough.
he lit his first cigarette, shaking,
coughed like hell but kept going,
because that’s what you did,
you burned yourself to belong.

there was a girl.
of course, there was a girl.
she didn’t care, not really,
but he chased her like she was oxygen.
and behind it all, quiet and waiting,
there was another,
the one who saw him,
really saw him,
but fuck that, right?
she wasn’t the kind of love
you wanted when you were trying to prove
you were worth something.

quiet people

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

quiet people #

quiet people.
the ones who glow for a fleeting second
when they speak of the things that set their hearts alight,
only to dim again
when they realize no one’s listening.

laughed at
for wandering too far into their own heads,
mocked for that rare, bright moment
when something familiar lights a fire in their eyes.

told to shut up,
their excitement too loud,
their voice too much,
their interests, a burden.

something i probably wont tell her

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

we didn’t talk much for like… months it felt although it was probably less than that i… hated a lot more things about it i hated the fact that you replied dryly to my texts i hated the fact that i seemed the only one interested in talking while you didn’t seem to care at all i hated the fact that you took so long to reply

“are we still friends like we used to be” this was supposed to be my question i don’t know how much you wondered this, but from purely my perspective i wondered about this a lot sometimes entire days most nights i would go to bed imagining if we’re gonna grow distant now that our time was only till 12th

student

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

student #

being a student can feel like a drag
the homework, the stress, it piles up,
but maybe it’s not so bad
when you think of all the naps waiting for you
in between the madness.

the late nights, the early mornings,
the too little sleep,
sometimes, it’s easier to laugh at it all,
scroll through a few memes
and forget how tired you really are.

you try to workout,
but your body feels weak.
maybe pizza and ice cream
are the reward you need
just for making it through the day.

today

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

today #

in the haze of weary thoughts,
i sit, unable to speak,
the words stuck somewhere deep inside.
school started again today,
dragging me back under,
a flood of feelings i can’t even begin to name.

exams, they’re over now,
but it still feels like hell,
like something heavy’s stuck to me,
weighing me down just the same.

i saw my friends,
but she wasn’t there.
said she had something else to do,
but it left the day feeling emptier.
gray.

whispers

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

whispers #

with a heavy heart dragging my feet,
i roamed the city at midnight, chasing shadows.
the park stretched ahead, an abyss of quiet,
music in my ears, but no song could save me.

then i saw him, this boy, this strange man,
hair like spilled ink, brown eyes hiding storms.
he whistled, casual as hell, each step a note,
and somehow, he was steady where i was breaking.

whoami

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

whoami #

sometimes, i feel there’s someone nearby
not someone bad, but someone dear
a quiet presence, always watching
not with judgment, but with gentle care

i think they know my thoughts
and so i try,
i try to act better,
to be someone worth their gaze.
i keep hoping they’ll approve
of this version of me i present.

years slip by, unnoticed
and still i wonder,
“who am i?”
who was i before i started this act?

whoami^2

Sat, 01 Jan 0000 22:20:09 +0530

whoami^2 #

through days that blur into months and years, i keep asking myself, who the fuck am i? this mask i wear clings like second skin, but beneath it, there’s nothing i can name, just echoes of someone i maybe used to be. am i cruel at my core, some quiet, scheming bastard? or am i just a soft-hearted fool getting dragged through the dirt by a world that doesn’t care? whoever i was, whatever i was, it’s long gone, buried deep, like a body no one bothered to mourn. some call me a friend, an easy smile, a safe space for them to talk about things. others see nothing but chaos, a walking mess they’d rather avoid. and then there are those who swear i’m poison in human form, a venomous thing wrapped in polite small talk. so i sit here, peeling away at myself, layer by miserable layer, only to find more nothing underneath. the truth feels like some cruel joke, always just out of reach, a ghost i’m too tired to chase anymore. when night falls, it only gets worse, the stars are just cold, distant pricks of light, useless, mocking, while the questions grow louder in my head. what if there’s no “me” to uncover? what if i’ve always been this blank space, filled with other people’s projections and my own half-hearted attempts at identity? maybe one day i’ll have the guts to rip it all off, every mask, every lie, and stand there bare, whatever that means. but maybe it’s easier to keep hiding, to let the masks do the work, until there’s nothing left of me to care.