Titly

Joined May 2025

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"I am a small, humble writer. I write in my own way, and you all read it. Thank you for supporting me."

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Threads of Light
In the quiet corners of our days, Where shadows sometimes like to play, There grows a light not born of sun, But from the hearts that beat as one.
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
She Who Wears the Weight of Two Worlds
Before the birds can stretch their wings, Before the world begins to expect things from her. The kettle sings before her heart does.
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
When Silence Spoke Louder Than Storms
When silence spoke louder than storms, I stood alone in a room of thunder, Where walls were stitched with the sighs of yesterday,
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
In Search of Light
I was not born in the light. Darkness was my earliest companion. It taught me silence, It taught me about pain, It taught me how to breathe in shadows
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
On the Path to Nobel
You ask me— “Do you want the Nobel?” I reply, "Yes, I do." However, not for the sake of a prize, I seek the peace of the soul,
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
Waiting for the Last Train
Maya was born in a town so small, even the sky seemed closer to the ground. On the day of her birth, it rained quietly—
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
Days Like Blue Letters
Some days arrive without knocking— Soft, weightless, Like an old blue letter tucked inside a book You almost forgot you owned.
By Titly8 months ago in Confessions
Embrace the Light Within
Embrace the Light Within a tribute to the poem “Lifeless Life” A river of memories, calm and still, Drifts along, like a paper boat at will.
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
Letters to My Younger Self
Dear little me, I know you cry at night sometimes, and you hide it well. You laugh at school, play with your cousins, pretend everything’s fine—but deep inside, you’re just hoping someone notices that you’re not okay.
By Titly8 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of the Old World
Beneath the bells of ancient towns, Where ivy climbs on weathered stones, A silent song through time resounds— a psalm for the dreams that the earth still has. Cobblestone paths in morning mist,
By Titly8 months ago in Poets
If the Mind Wanted
The mind is a strange thing. It is calm at times, like a still sea, and wild and agitated at other times, like crashing waves. There are no boundaries, no rules, just emotion and flow in its desires. "If the mind wants, I am willing to become the sun.
By Titly8 months ago in Confessions
Am I okay?
Am I okay? When everything is not right, I accept myself How do I accept myself even when everything is not right My thoughts, my wrong decisions, follow me like my own shadow.
By Titly8 months ago in Confessions

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Threads of Light

She Who Wears the Weight of Two Worlds

When Silence Spoke Louder Than Storms

In Search of Light

On the Path to Nobel

Waiting for the Last Train

Days Like Blue Letters

Embrace the Light Within

Letters to My Younger Self

Whispers of the Old World

If the Mind Wanted

Am I okay?

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