Moments in Ink
This is just imaginary...
And yet, it can be a true thing.
A collection of memories, dreams,
and all the love my heart holds.
Not a Poet
I’m not a poet, I just try to write,
A few quiet thoughts in the middle of night.
No perfect lines, no grand design,
Just simple words that feel like mine.
Sometimes I lose, sometimes I grow,
Learning more than I can show.
Life moves fast, then makes us stay,
Teaching something every day.
If these lines reach hearts unknown,
Then they were never mine alone.
And if you feel what I couldn’t say,
Then this was worth it anyway.
Between Nothing and Everything
Some days I feel I’m empty air,
A silent room with no one there,
My hands hold nothing, cold and bare,
Like life forgot that I was here.
And then a moment softly gleams,
A whisper breaks through fragile seams,
I find a world inside my dreams,
Where I am more than what it seems.
Some nights I think I’ve lost it all,
No echo answers when I call,
I watch my shadows fade and fall,
Too small to rise, too weak to stand tall.
Yet dawn arrives with golden light,
And suddenly my heart feels right,
I hold the stars, I win the fight,
Like everything is mine in sight.
I am the storm, I am the peace,
A war within that will not cease,
From doubt to hope, from pain to ease,
A restless soul that seeks release.
So if I’m nothing, let it be,
And if I’m all, then let me see,
Between the two, I live as me,
A changing, breathing mystery.
Uncalled Words
Sometimes I want to talk, but no one’s there,
Just silent rooms and empty air.
So many thoughts run through my mind,
But not one voice I seem to find.
I take my phone and scroll each name,
So many faces, yet all the same.
A list so long, yet feels so small,
When none feel right enough to call.
I stop at one I used to know,
A name that once felt warm, not slow.
I think, “Maybe now… I should try,”
Then quiet doubt comes asking, “Why?”
“What will I say? Will they care at all?
Or will my words just fade and fall?”
So I lock my screen, and miss it all…
A heart so full… but no call.
Every Time
Every morning when I wake I miss you every time,
A quiet empty space in heart feels out of rhyme.
Each time I open up my eyes I see you there,
So close inside my thoughts but still not really there.
When my phone lights up at night my heart will race,
I hope to see your name appear upon that place.
In every little thing I do throughout the day,
There’s something always missing I cannot explain.
From morning light to silent nights it feels same,
A gentle whisper in my heart calls out one name.
Not gone not lost just far away that’s what I say,
Still every time I close my eyes I want you stay.
In every dream I see your smile soft and bright,
It stays with me till morning brings back empty light.
No one can see the silence that I hide so well,
A quiet story in my heart I never tell.
Walk With The Mountains
Life becomes heavy when worries grow,
Too many thoughts the heart can’t show.
The more you think, the deeper the pain,
Like endless clouds before the rain.
So leave the noise and come outside,
Where mountains stand in silent pride.
Walk the trails, breathe fresh air,
Forget the stress you always bear.
Through forest winds and rivers wide,
Let nature heal you from inside.
Sit by the fire, laugh and smile,
Forget the world for just a while.
Life is short, don’t waste the day,
Thinking too much steals joy away.
So pack your bag, come walk the track,
The wild is calling… don’t look back.
Final Words
I’m not a poet,
Just someone who tries to express thoughts in simple words.
Maybe not perfectly, But honestly.
Life keeps moving,
Teaching us in quiet ways,
And shaping us into something better,
One step at a time.
If these words connected with you,
Even for a moment,
Then this journey
Was worth sharing.
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