Shadow writer

06/01/2025

Love and Hate in a Breath

Inhale, the sweetness of love takes its form,
A calming embrace, a shelter in storm.
Its whispers are soft, like a song in the trees,
A balm to the soul, a warm summer breeze.

Exhale, and hate rises, sharp as a blade,
A shadow that lurks in the choices we've made.
Its fire consumes, its hunger untamed,
A storm in the heart, a fury unclaimed.

Yet, between the two lies a fragile divide,
A line often crossed where opposites bide.
For love can grow thorns when wounded by pain,
And hate can dissolve when love dares remain.

Inhale, the longing, the passion, the ache,
Exhale, the anger, the vows we forsake.
A cycle unending, they live side by side,
Love and hate breathing, both can't be denied.

Perhaps they are twins, both bitter and sweet,
Two sides of one coin, where fire and ice meet.
For in one single breath, we carry them whole—
The war of the heart, the soul's greatest toll.

SHADOW WRITER

05/01/2025

Bottled Love

I found it one summer, adrift by the shore,
A bottle of secrets, sealed evermore.
Its glass was worn smooth by the whispering tides,
A vessel of longing, where love softly hides.

The cork was a guardian, firm in its hold,
Protecting the message it silently told.
With trembling fingers, I lifted it free,
Unveiling a story that beckoned to me.

The parchment was fragile, yet vibrant with care,
Each word a confession, suspended in air.
"I love you," it started, in ink softly bled,
A heart laid to paper, the unsaid now said.

It spoke of a meeting beneath twilight skies,
Of laughter and promises, tear-stained goodbyes.
Of oceans dividing what hearts could not sever,
And vows to remember, forever and ever.

But time is a thief, and fate is unkind,
The sender still waiting, with hope intertwined.
The sea claimed the message, its journey unplanned,
To land in the grip of a stranger's own hand.

I placed the note back, and sealed it with care,
A love not my own, yet too precious to share.
I cast it once more to the vast, endless blue,
For bottled love belongs to the hearts it is due.
shadow writer

05/01/2025

The Last Life

Beneath the weight of skies so gray,
A soul prepares to drift away.
No dawn awaits, no breaking morn,
The echoes fade, the threads are worn.

Once, the world was vibrant, wide,
Each step a journey, untied, untied.
But now the road grows faint, unclear,
The final chapter drawing near.

A life once brimming, love and pain,
Through storms, through sun, through joy, through rain.
Each breath a story, each scar a song,
The moments brief, yet lasting long.

In shadows deep, where silence hums,
The heartbeat slows, the ending comes.
Yet in the dark, a light persists,
A flame of all that life insists.

For though this thread may find its close,
The seed it sowed, the wind it chose,
Will whisper soft in hearts and streams,
Living on in love, in dreams.

The last life ends, a circle spun,
But nothing's lost, all threads are one.
From ashes rise the future’s birth,
The last life's breath renews the earth.

shadow writer

03/01/2025

# # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay. # # # **"Life and Loss in a Single Breath"**

On the day joy was meant to bloom,
A shadow crept into the room.
Cries of life filled the sterile air,
Yet silence echoed his empty chair.

Her heart split into pieces two—
One for the life she just brought through,
The other lost in a void so vast,
A love now buried in the past.

The sun rose bright, its golden hue,
But grief descended, dark and true.
How cruel the threads of fate were spun,
To take him as they gave her son.

She clutched the child, her tethered star,
His tiny hands, her fragile spar.
Within his eyes, she caught a trace,
Of the love that time could not erase.

Through tears, she whispered soft and low,
"Your father’s love, you'll always know.
For though he’s gone, his soul remains,
In your laughter, your joy, your pains."

Her heart ached deep, yet somehow she knew,
Life had painted shades both bright and blue.
In her arms, a spark of him survives,
In her sorrow, hope quietly thrives.

A widow, a mother, a soul reborn,
Through joy and loss, her spirit worn.
But in her child, she’d find her way,
To weave new dreams from fractured clay.

27/11/2023

15/10/2023

Don't die of loneliness

14/10/2023

The crimes we didn't commit

08/10/2023

Trapped in between two great walls, I cry but it doesn't go beyond..
My pain is mine alone to bear, they only have to partake in my joy and not my pain, but where I stand right now there's no joy..
My cry for help is being ignored, but doctors also get sick..
U can't blame my attachment to the bottle, he is the only true companion I have right now, he helps me forget, at least for a while.
Right now no one cares, they all focus on my actions and not the reason why..
Don't pity the corpes if u can't show love to the living.

28/09/2023

Love is only right when it feels right.

She drowns in pain, I can feel it..
Her eyes, all red and teary, but it won't drop, she's strong. At least she tries to be..

She's stuck with the phrase love is blind and so she loves unconditionally..
I wish she gives her heart eyes so it can see how severe it is bleeding..

Her heart is a broken punching bag with no room for patching, yet she says love only feels right when it hurts..

Her sacrifices holds no significance, yet she stays.
She's way too forgiving so she's always on a last try..

How I wish she can understand that love is only right when it feels right..

Shadow writer.

25/09/2023

Love is never enough

Emptiness sinks my soul to the ground. A feeling I can't seem to detache myself from.

The tears won't stop flowing for they only express the pain and regrets I hold inside. I am only human.

Vital is communication and so too an integral part of every relationship, I tried, but the wrong language was in use.

My silence should not translate to abandonment or neglect, I was just too tired of saying sorry.

Sorry holds no meaning if the same act is being committed, but I couldn't stop and wouldn't understand.

I am an empty soul, with love my only offering, but love is never enough.

Shadow writer.

16/07/2023

Right and wrong.

I hate to be wrong..
so I try to be right...
But how right can I be?
when trying to be right doesn't make me right...
Sometimes right and wrong sits on the same coin like head and tale, you may just need to flip it over to see how wrong you are just by trying to be right.
I can never be too right to be wrong..
I am only human..

Shadow writer

10/07/2023

What is life??

My eyes rained down tears, I could bearly look at her.
Her beauty rejuvenated the glorious memories we shared.
There she laid lifeless, wearing her trade mark smile, with a lasting dimple.
How can a co**se be this lovely?
Just last night you danced on to the rhythm of every song at the cabaret.
In you, laid so much life.
I can still picture you in that red dress.
This is a hard to learn lesson, but I realised, no one is better than anyone.
With all your wealth and influence, yet buried with nothing..
It is clear now that we are only flesh attached to a structure call skeleton.

Shadow writer