Astone Zulu
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I weave emotions into words, turning thoughts into poetry and understanding the human mind through psychology. Join me in exploring the beauty of language and the depth of the soul
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YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE STRONG ALL DAY
There’s a kind of quiet pressure we carry, the kind that whispers in our ear, "Keep going. Don’t show weakness. Don’t let anyone see the cracks." It’s stitched into our culture, baked into our childhoods, and echoed in every well-meaning “you’ve got this,” even when we clearly don’t.
By Astone Zulu8 months ago in Humans
Ink & Soul
Some people speak their truth out loud. I write mine in ink. There’s something about a blank page that listens better than the world ever could. It doesn’t judge, doesn’t interrupt it just waits. And so, I fill it with the things I can’t say out loud. My joys, my fears, the moments that broke me, and the ones that put me back together. Each word, each line, is a piece of me sometimes messy, sometimes clear, but always real.
By Astone Zulu10 months ago in Poets
My Own Galaxy
I have always felt like I existed somewhere between two worlds. One foot planted in reality, the other drifting in a universe of my own making. In the quiet moments, when the world outside slows down, I close my eyes and step into my own galaxy where I am weightless, where nothing holds me down.
By Astone Zulu10 months ago in Poets
Where Is The Time Goes
I wish I had time to pause, to breathe, to truly live, not just exist. I wish I had time to tell the people I love how much they mean to me, before life pulls us in different directions. To sit with an old friend a little longer, to ask one more question, to laugh at one more joke, to hold on to moments that slip away too quickly.
By Astone Zulu10 months ago in Poets
Soft Me
For the longest time, I thought I had to be hard. Life had taught me through heartbreak, disappointments, and unspoken goodbyes that softness only led to pain. So, I built walls. I stopped saying how I felt. I learned to smile even when my heart was heavy. I told myself that if I cared less, I would hurt less.
By Astone Zulu10 months ago in Poets
