Tag: writingcommunity
-
The Quiet Reckoning
A quiet hand may strike no blow,Yet power hums beneath its skin —A current deep the cruel do not know,Till karma’s tide comes rolling in! You laughed while breaking sacred light,Mocked gifts you could not understand,But shadows study every slight,And mark them in a patient hand! For those who carry something rare,Are guarded not by…
-
Alchemy Of The Unbroken
They gather fragments from their fall,The quiet echoes of it all,What once was sharp, what once would sting,They turn into a gentler thing! Each scar they wear, a story grown,From seeds of pain once deeply sown,The darker days they wandered through,Now shape the light they slowly knew! Where others see the end, the cost,They build…
-
The Way You Fight Me
We throw words like sparks in the dark,Pretending we do not feel the heat,Every insult lands too close to the heart,Every silence tastes too sweet! You look at me like a question you hate,Similar to a truth you won’t let be true,But your eyes linger half a second too long —And I know it is…
-
Fearless Living
Taste the sun in every dawn,Chase the roads not yet drawn,Let your heartbeat lead the way,Turn your “what ifs” into “today!” Dance with moments, wild and free,Sail beyond what eyes can see,Life is too wide for fear to stay —So try it all, don’t fade away!
-
Karma’s Quiet Return
Be kind to hands that lifted you high,Not quick to wound or pass them by.For every good that comes your way,Is not by chance — it chose to stay! Don’t trade their trust for fleeting gain,Or stitch their kindness into pain.The world remembers what you give,In echoes shaping how you live! For karma walks a…
-
The Debt Comes Due
I don’t shout — I carve my will,In silence sharp enough to cut.No need for fire, no need for show,I let the quiet pressure grow! You thought betrayal left no scar,Mistook my calm for who you are.But every slight you tried to hide,I forged into a turning tide! I don’t forgive — I redefine,What once…
-
Sharpened, Not Broken
I don’t forget. I don’t fold. You thought silence meant weakness —it meant I was watching. Learning. Waiting. You crossed the line.Now you get to see what I become because of it. I don’t break.I sharpen. This isn’t revenge —this is evolution.
-
The Hour I Rise
They struck a match beneath my name,Mistook my silence for a flame,That flickers out when winds grow strong —They did me quiet, they did me wrong! But power sleeps in steady hands,Not loud, not wild — just as it stands,I rise, not rage, I choose my hour,And turn their doubt into my power!
-
The Cost Of Kindness
A gentle soul is not a game,Not something easy you can claim,Their kindness blooms without demand,A quiet gift, an open hand! But take too much, ignore their worth,And you will lose what cannot be earned,For hearts that give without a guard,Still know the moment love grows hard! So, cherish those who choose to care —Not…
