Aarish

Joined September 2025

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Becoming Who You Needed
For the days when you forget how far you’ve already come. Sometimes growth doesn’t look like a sunrise. It looks like sitting quietly with your old self,
By Aarish18 days ago in Poets
Halfway Home
I start walking— no, drifting—toward the light pooling at the end of the street. _________** I (was going to call it gold, but that’s wrong)
By Aarish25 days ago in Poets
Where the Wild Things Wait
I went into the forest with nothing but hunger. The kind that hums beneath your ribs and tells you something’s missing— though it never says what.
By Aarish2 months ago in Poets
Where the Silence Lands
You sit where the silence lands, between the flight of birds and the breath of water. The sky holds its color like a secret too shy to speak,
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
Homecoming
The door unlocks twice. I live here alone tonight. Keys jingle softly. For Vocal’s “Haunted Echoes” challenge. Fear doesn’t always scream. Sometimes it just turns the key.
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
8 Bold Truths About Instantly Likeable People
Some people just have that energy. You meet them for the first time, and you’re drawn in. They don’t try too hard. They don’t dominate the room. But somehow, people gravitate toward them — and walk away remembering how they made them feel.
By Aarish3 months ago in Motivation
Where the Walls Still Whisper Your Name
Dear Elliot, I know you think you live alone. That the apartment is yours. That no one walks these floors at night but you.
By Aarish3 months ago in Fiction
Somewhere I Meant to Stay
I start to say something— no, not say, more like reach for it, the way you might reach for light through a moving window.
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
Undone
crimson sighs loosen, gravity hums an old song— stillness takes its bow. Written in reflection of the Falling Leaves Challenge, held in September. Inspired by the winning haiku “Final Waltz” by Lamar Wiggins.
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
Becoming Whole
There comes a time when you stop trying to go back because you realize the person you were before no longer exists. You’ve shed pieces of yourself along the way: in heartbreaks, in disappointments, and in all the quiet goodbyes life never warned you about.
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets
The Stranger Living Inside Us
We all carry someone we don't talk about. A voice that whispers when the world grow quiet. A face that looks back from the mirror but doesn't quite feel like ours. That hidden presence, the stranger living inside us, is both our shadow and our secret.
By Aarish3 months ago in Motivation
When Light Forgot My Name
I walked where golden afternoons once stayed, Their whispers clung like sunlight to the leaves. But dusk arrived—the tender hues decayed,
By Aarish3 months ago in Poets