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Too Many Feelings
I let in all too many feelings,
My emotional self, a situation I wish I wasn’t in.
So many things that I should’ve kept unsaid.
So many times I felt like a maniac.
I lost track.
Getting emotional at two in the morning,
Bad habits.
So many feelings,
It feels like a part of me is suffocating.
Growing up, whatever the hell that means.
Feelings I can’t get over.
I thought It’d be a dream.
Why do feelings hit so hard in this life?
Why can’t I get over them in one night?
Too many feelings,
Too many times stuck in the pressure of my head,lying awake in bed.
I don’t know if my friends actually care,
Is this growing up?
I’ve seen better days,
Please, boys stay away, my head is cramped without space.
I feel like I’m stuck,
Work that needs to be done,
But I need to drink something, maybe more oxygen will reach my brain and help me be okay.
Too many feelings,
Keeping up with every one’s selfish dealings.
Tryna be perfect for their expectations.
When they don’t understand, nor do they want to get what I mean when I say I’m doing greatly.
I’m tired of myself.
Of everything ahead.
That I haven’t experienced yet.
I thought I was courageous,
But I’m not brave.
I thought I had strength,
But I don’t feel strong.
I thought I could take on whatever
But feelings contribute to the matter.
All too many feelings.
To be honest, I’m tired of enduring.
My emotional self, a situation I wish I wasn’t in.
So many things that I should’ve kept unsaid.
So many times I felt like a maniac.
I lost track.
Getting emotional at two in the morning,
Bad habits.
So many feelings,
It feels like a part of me is suffocating.
Growing up, whatever the hell that means.
Feelings I can’t get over.
I thought It’d be a dream.
Why do feelings hit so hard in this life?
Why can’t I get over them in one night?
Too many feelings,
Too many times stuck in the pressure of my head,lying awake in bed.
I don’t know if my friends actually care,
Is this growing up?
I’ve seen better days,
Please, boys stay away, my head is cramped without space.
I feel like I’m stuck,
Work that needs to be done,
But I need to drink something, maybe more oxygen will reach my brain and help me be okay.
Too many feelings,
Keeping up with every one’s selfish dealings.
Tryna be perfect for their expectations.
When they don’t understand, nor do they want to get what I mean when I say I’m doing greatly.
I’m tired of myself.
Of everything ahead.
That I haven’t experienced yet.
I thought I was courageous,
But I’m not brave.
I thought I had strength,
But I don’t feel strong.
I thought I could take on whatever
But feelings contribute to the matter.
All too many feelings.
To be honest, I’m tired of enduring.
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SzS 12
𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘈𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵
Black pearls and your eyes,
Something that I saw just once.
You didn’t say the word,
But maybe I understand.
A half moon in the sky -
I remember the flowers you like.
I said I never loved,
But I lied all along..
10 missed calls from my broken heart.
I taste depressing now -
I wish I answered to the girl at sixteen.
Oh it’s burning everywhere as I drench in the same nightmare.
Half hearts at midnight - but do you still care?
~ ᗪEE ♡
Thanks a lot for reading! 💕
Something that I saw just once.
You didn’t say the word,
But maybe I understand.
A half moon in the sky -
I remember the flowers you like.
I said I never loved,
But I lied all along..
10 missed calls from my broken heart.
I taste depressing now -
I wish I answered to the girl at sixteen.
Oh it’s burning everywhere as I drench in the same nightmare.
Half hearts at midnight - but do you still care?
~ ᗪEE ♡
Thanks a lot for reading! 💕
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𝐷𝑒𝑒 💙
My Unreturned Feelings...
Turning the pages of my worn-out book,
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written ”Hey I’m bored”
”Hey bored focus on the board”
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.
Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you’d be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But unprepared I was, it took me a while,
To sit beside an empty seat, not seeing your smile,
Without the sun painting your face with its light,
I wasn’t ready to bid you goodbye, not quite.
As morning dawned, tears welled in your eyes,
You were moving far away from this tiny countryside,
I didn’t cry, said it would be fine,
But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t, I just lied.
Plans to meet made, promises to call,
But distance and time took their toll,
I am left alone in this small, familiar place,
Everything’s the same, but you’re not here to embrace,
Weirdly it feels like I’ve lost a part of me,
Regrets of what-ifs cling, tormenting me,
If only I had expressed what I felt and not been scared and slow,
Maybe it would have been easier for me to let go,
And live without these unreturned feelings that only grow.
I liked you years ago and I still do even now,
And I fear falling for another, my heart won’t allow.
P. S. It’s supposed be a story, I’m lazy that’s why I just made it into a poem...
Mind drifting, floating somewhere, suddenly shook,
Headfirst to the ground, I fell, surprised,
When scribbles from back then caught my eyes,
In small letters written ”Hey I’m bored”
”Hey bored focus on the board”
A smile crept on my lips reminiscing of those times,
Yet strangely no warmth I find inside.
Stealing glances at you was my habit,
Praying not to get caught, I must admit,
How I miss those days, when on your face the sun would shine,
Admiring you from beside, hoping you’d be mine,
Turning my eyes away when you looked my way,
I knew it would end someday,
But unprepared I was, it took me a while,
To sit beside an empty seat, not seeing your smile,
Without the sun painting your face with its light,
I wasn’t ready to bid you goodbye, not quite.
As morning dawned, tears welled in your eyes,
You were moving far away from this tiny countryside,
I didn’t cry, said it would be fine,
But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t, I just lied.
Plans to meet made, promises to call,
But distance and time took their toll,
I am left alone in this small, familiar place,
Everything’s the same, but you’re not here to embrace,
Weirdly it feels like I’ve lost a part of me,
Regrets of what-ifs cling, tormenting me,
If only I had expressed what I felt and not been scared and slow,
Maybe it would have been easier for me to let go,
And live without these unreturned feelings that only grow.
I liked you years ago and I still do even now,
And I fear falling for another, my heart won’t allow.
P. S. It’s supposed be a story, I’m lazy that’s why I just made it into a poem...
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shine coshine
Neverland
Come on take me
to your Neverland.
Show me how you
always understand.
I feel like I will
get lost in your eyes.
You can make me
feel like a butterfly.
I don’t know why
you can say goodbye.
I won’t let you
ever ever cry.
I can touch and see
your face in the sand.
I know you will
always give me a hand.
to your Neverland.
Show me how you
always understand.
I feel like I will
get lost in your eyes.
You can make me
feel like a butterfly.
I don’t know why
you can say goodbye.
I won’t let you
ever ever cry.
I can touch and see
your face in the sand.
I know you will
always give me a hand.
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Alice Nicole
The Girl I Once Loved
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With a radiant smile, and the kindest soul.
The girl I once loved
Had dark brown hair and big doe eyes,
Her soulful voice, her smile so wide.
She was as an angel in human disguise.
She was the person I looked up to,
Someone with whom I’d forever want to be.
We grew up together, a promise of ’forever after’
Shared stories and laughter.
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With the kindest soul,
And a radiant smile to recall.
To the girl I once loved so dear,
I wish I could convey how much I hold you near.
In my heart, you meant the world to me,
All the things that made you perfect that you couldn’t see.
I wish you could see through my eyes,
Feel what I felt, no disguise.
To the girl I once loved dearly,
I hope to see your smile, sincerely.
To you, my dear love,
With the prettiest smile from above,
My first love, my life,
I hope you’ll smile again in time.
To you, my dear, my life’s treasure,
My love for you, no one can measure.
The world may not understand, but let them be,
Your happiness is everything I need to live.
To you, my dear, so pure,
The girl I still adore,
May you find happiness again.
Was the most beautiful of all,
With a radiant smile, and the kindest soul.
The girl I once loved
Had dark brown hair and big doe eyes,
Her soulful voice, her smile so wide.
She was as an angel in human disguise.
She was the person I looked up to,
Someone with whom I’d forever want to be.
We grew up together, a promise of ’forever after’
Shared stories and laughter.
The girl I once loved
Was the most beautiful of all,
With the kindest soul,
And a radiant smile to recall.
To the girl I once loved so dear,
I wish I could convey how much I hold you near.
In my heart, you meant the world to me,
All the things that made you perfect that you couldn’t see.
I wish you could see through my eyes,
Feel what I felt, no disguise.
To the girl I once loved dearly,
I hope to see your smile, sincerely.
To you, my dear love,
With the prettiest smile from above,
My first love, my life,
I hope you’ll smile again in time.
To you, my dear, my life’s treasure,
My love for you, no one can measure.
The world may not understand, but let them be,
Your happiness is everything I need to live.
To you, my dear, so pure,
The girl I still adore,
May you find happiness again.
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shine coshine
Just A Passerby...
Just like a passerby, I am
Without knowing where I stand,
Or where I’m meant to go,
I just keep walking, eyes on the road.
I’m not the driver, just along the journey
Weary, alone, in the backseat, waiting
To be taken somewhere far away,
Where I’m meant to be and stay.
Moving forward but with each step, I stray
Faltering, heart racing, wondering if this is the way
Heaviness in every breath I take,
This aimless existence, I can barely stay awake.
Lost, uncertain of the role I’m meant to play,
Seeking an oasis where my soul can stay,
Legs giving up, vision blurred, losing the way,
Feet leading me to distant places astray.
Something’s wrong with my body, it never listens,
Trapped in my mind, in this foreign place, I try to find reason,
Seeking answers to the unknown, but I’m just a passerby
Without a clue or a guide to rely.
There’s no end to this endless journey,
And here I remain, forever a passerby, burning
With the ache in my heart that never departs,
But with faltering steps, I keep moving forward,
For I’m nothing but a passerby,
I’m just a passerby
a passerby...
Without knowing where I stand,
Or where I’m meant to go,
I just keep walking, eyes on the road.
I’m not the driver, just along the journey
Weary, alone, in the backseat, waiting
To be taken somewhere far away,
Where I’m meant to be and stay.
Moving forward but with each step, I stray
Faltering, heart racing, wondering if this is the way
Heaviness in every breath I take,
This aimless existence, I can barely stay awake.
Lost, uncertain of the role I’m meant to play,
Seeking an oasis where my soul can stay,
Legs giving up, vision blurred, losing the way,
Feet leading me to distant places astray.
Something’s wrong with my body, it never listens,
Trapped in my mind, in this foreign place, I try to find reason,
Seeking answers to the unknown, but I’m just a passerby
Without a clue or a guide to rely.
There’s no end to this endless journey,
And here I remain, forever a passerby, burning
With the ache in my heart that never departs,
But with faltering steps, I keep moving forward,
For I’m nothing but a passerby,
I’m just a passerby
a passerby...
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shine coshine
Everything is temporary
Take a snapshot,
It will be the only memories left.
Gone with the wind,
Without any evidence you were there.
We had so much fun,
But i guess i should have known,
All good things come to and end,
Everything comes to a close.
Everything is just temporary,
That you should know.
a/n
Good things have an expiration date.
it hurts.
It will be the only memories left.
Gone with the wind,
Without any evidence you were there.
We had so much fun,
But i guess i should have known,
All good things come to and end,
Everything comes to a close.
Everything is just temporary,
That you should know.
a/n
Good things have an expiration date.
it hurts.
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Nova star ✨
I Did Everything
You told me to change
Said I wasn’t enough
You needed someone
to make you proud
You told me to be someone
I wasn’t
Indirectly urged me to lose myself
So I did
Now you’re asking me why
I’m not the same
Claiming it’s not how I was
supposed to be
Now you’re asking me why
I have changed
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do?
I listened to your words
with no choice
Did all you asked
Believing all was for the best
Believing your every lie
I did everything you wanted
Tried my best to meet your standards
Striving to be that child
who’d make you proud
But it seems as though I’ve failed
As if all I did is in vain
Because you’re still not satisfied
But I lost myself in the trying
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do now?
I did everything
Didn’t play with other kids
Tried my best to avoid foolishness
Worked to be someone
I wasn’t
I did my best to meet your standards
To live your dreams
To live as you wanted
Thinking of you as family
You were the only one for me
Now I don’t know
what I’m supposed to be
I don’t even recognize
me
You told me, so I did
Everything
But you’re still not satisfied
Now I don’t know why I even tried
Said I wasn’t enough
You needed someone
to make you proud
You told me to be someone
I wasn’t
Indirectly urged me to lose myself
So I did
Now you’re asking me why
I’m not the same
Claiming it’s not how I was
supposed to be
Now you’re asking me why
I have changed
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do?
I listened to your words
with no choice
Did all you asked
Believing all was for the best
Believing your every lie
I did everything you wanted
Tried my best to meet your standards
Striving to be that child
who’d make you proud
But it seems as though I’ve failed
As if all I did is in vain
Because you’re still not satisfied
But I lost myself in the trying
Tell me, what am I
supposed to do now?
I did everything
Didn’t play with other kids
Tried my best to avoid foolishness
Worked to be someone
I wasn’t
I did my best to meet your standards
To live your dreams
To live as you wanted
Thinking of you as family
You were the only one for me
Now I don’t know
what I’m supposed to be
I don’t even recognize
me
You told me, so I did
Everything
But you’re still not satisfied
Now I don’t know why I even tried
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shine coshine
Humans being humans.
We fight invisible monsters and force ourselves to see
all that has not happened yet, but it will, we believe.
I love when the scenes shift and the elements switch,
and we make efforts to heal, slowly, stitch by stitch.
Being alone isn’t so bad, especially when there’s rain,
and somehow, we realize that even the sky suffers pain.
I have seen bent backs carrying the sweetest smiles,
like ice water in summer hours after running for miles.
Our hearts can laugh and our eyes can catch fire,
and when that happens, all we want is to fly even higher.
Humans being humans is my favourite part of the day,
when even the storms dare not blow the scene away.
—S.
all that has not happened yet, but it will, we believe.
I love when the scenes shift and the elements switch,
and we make efforts to heal, slowly, stitch by stitch.
Being alone isn’t so bad, especially when there’s rain,
and somehow, we realize that even the sky suffers pain.
I have seen bent backs carrying the sweetest smiles,
like ice water in summer hours after running for miles.
Our hearts can laugh and our eyes can catch fire,
and when that happens, all we want is to fly even higher.
Humans being humans is my favourite part of the day,
when even the storms dare not blow the scene away.
—S.
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S .
what it takes to love him.
He knew not how to take, but how to give to another
He was a hurt little boy, but also a little girl’s big brother
By 8 years old, he thought love was what he found
Picking up shattered dishes every day from off of the ground
He used leftover paint in his closet for watercolor art
Distracting himself from falling apart
Til 3 am, when he couldn’t distract himself anymore
Cursing at the mirror from where he laid on the floor
Voices spoke back with the most devastating words
He needed that love that he lost, he needed a girl
Someone to laugh at his dirty jokes and remind him of how he was loved
To hug him tight in the moments he felt like he wasn’t enough
To tell him how beautiful he was as he began to break down
Sobs too painful to even make a sound
To wipe the tears that so rarely ran down his cheeks
To be the voice of reason when his tortured thoughts began to speak
To talk about the future that they both wanted to live
Excited to be each other’s first kiss
To hold him from the waist and lay under the moon
Knowing they both would only admire each other like adoring fools
But yet in those moments where he was held
He could finally be an 8 year old boy again, allowed to fall apart and be himself
- Belle
To: Nate (Though we are not together, I still wish you nothing but the best)
He was a hurt little boy, but also a little girl’s big brother
By 8 years old, he thought love was what he found
Picking up shattered dishes every day from off of the ground
He used leftover paint in his closet for watercolor art
Distracting himself from falling apart
Til 3 am, when he couldn’t distract himself anymore
Cursing at the mirror from where he laid on the floor
Voices spoke back with the most devastating words
He needed that love that he lost, he needed a girl
Someone to laugh at his dirty jokes and remind him of how he was loved
To hug him tight in the moments he felt like he wasn’t enough
To tell him how beautiful he was as he began to break down
Sobs too painful to even make a sound
To wipe the tears that so rarely ran down his cheeks
To be the voice of reason when his tortured thoughts began to speak
To talk about the future that they both wanted to live
Excited to be each other’s first kiss
To hold him from the waist and lay under the moon
Knowing they both would only admire each other like adoring fools
But yet in those moments where he was held
He could finally be an 8 year old boy again, allowed to fall apart and be himself
- Belle
To: Nate (Though we are not together, I still wish you nothing but the best)
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Belle .
Paper boats
Floating on the surface,
Above the water,
Barely staying afloat.
Being whisked away by the wind,
In two separate directions.
You go left and I go right.
Same game we used to play,
10 years ago at the lakes shore.
Playing with the paper boats,
It was then, not anymore.
Guess the paper boats weren’t permanent,
It was just a phase in life.
I hope to bring it back,
But your not there,
Your away from sight.
Above the water,
Barely staying afloat.
Being whisked away by the wind,
In two separate directions.
You go left and I go right.
Same game we used to play,
10 years ago at the lakes shore.
Playing with the paper boats,
It was then, not anymore.
Guess the paper boats weren’t permanent,
It was just a phase in life.
I hope to bring it back,
But your not there,
Your away from sight.
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Nova star ✨
Girl in the Mirrior
(DISCLAIMER! This is disturbing, but I promise you this is just a POEM! Nothing more)
That bottomless pain in my heart only caves in deeper as the days pass on
I feel like I’m drowning in my grief—
thick and sickening
Whenever I look at my reflection
my emotions slip away and I curse myself
My heart crumbles to dust
I want to break every mirror I see,
I never want to see the girl looking back at me ever again
I want to tear her apart
What happened to her?
I hate her so much,
this girl
I wish she never screwed her life up as she had
She makes me want to scream
and crumple to the ground
and die
Why do I have to see that girl
whenever I see a reflection?
What have I turned into?
What am I doing?
I hate that girl in the mirror
looking back at me
I wish she would disappear
I want her to die
and never come back
I’m drowning and I can’t. . .
I just can’t anymore
I never want to see her again
Just die already,
girl in the mirror,
whose eyes are full of pain
without a tear to drop
Just die
That bottomless pain in my heart only caves in deeper as the days pass on
I feel like I’m drowning in my grief—
thick and sickening
Whenever I look at my reflection
my emotions slip away and I curse myself
My heart crumbles to dust
I want to break every mirror I see,
I never want to see the girl looking back at me ever again
I want to tear her apart
What happened to her?
I hate her so much,
this girl
I wish she never screwed her life up as she had
She makes me want to scream
and crumple to the ground
and die
Why do I have to see that girl
whenever I see a reflection?
What have I turned into?
What am I doing?
I hate that girl in the mirror
looking back at me
I wish she would disappear
I want her to die
and never come back
I’m drowning and I can’t. . .
I just can’t anymore
I never want to see her again
Just die already,
girl in the mirror,
whose eyes are full of pain
without a tear to drop
Just die
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APRIL Flawless
ALIVE (ZINDA)
A person doesn’t live alone
They die
By living with someone
Who doesn’t care about them,
Who is with them for selfish reasons only
They get suffocated
By becoming a second choice always
By feeling that
They’ll never be someone’s priority
They suffer
How are they alive
Didn’t the loneliness kill them?
Didn’t they shatter into thousands of pieces upon being used?
Didn’t they feel like dieing
Upon becoming just a backup?
And their smile
Yes the same smile which everyone finds very lovely
The same smile no one is there to protect
How is it still there?
Who will explain people
Corpse also walk
How can someone look shattered
When they are broken from inside
Not every smile reaches the eyes
The tears in one’s eyes aren’t shown.
PS: Never make someone feel they deserve to be a second option only, not a priority
Never expect a person to come and tell you their pain easily,
if they could they wouldn’t be broken
Never ignore the signs, giving hints is the most a person suffering can do
Never let the person willing to die reach the level of attempting once
they won’t stop till they succeed.
HINDI VERSION:
Insaan akele jeeta nahi,
Marta hai
Kisi aise ke saath rehne se
Jisko uski kadar nahi,
Jo bas matlab ke liye saath hai
Ghutan hoti hai
Humesha second choice bane reh jane se
Yeh ehsaas hone se ki
Kabhi woh kisiki priority na banega
Takleef hoti hai
Na jaane kaise zinda hai woh
Kya akelapan use kha nahi gaya?
Kya istemaal hone ke baad uske hazaaron tukade nahi ho gaye?
Kya kewal ek backup banne se
Mar jaane ka man nahi kar gaya?
Aur uski hasi
Ha wahi hasi jo sabko pyaari lagti hai
Wahi hasi jiski hifaazat karne wala nahi
Kaise hai barkarar?
Kaun samajhaye logo ko
Laashein bhi chalti hai
Kaise bikhra hua dikhe woh
Jo andar se toota hai
Har hasi aankho tak nahi pahuchti
Aankho ki nami dikhayi nahi jaati.
They die
By living with someone
Who doesn’t care about them,
Who is with them for selfish reasons only
They get suffocated
By becoming a second choice always
By feeling that
They’ll never be someone’s priority
They suffer
How are they alive
Didn’t the loneliness kill them?
Didn’t they shatter into thousands of pieces upon being used?
Didn’t they feel like dieing
Upon becoming just a backup?
And their smile
Yes the same smile which everyone finds very lovely
The same smile no one is there to protect
How is it still there?
Who will explain people
Corpse also walk
How can someone look shattered
When they are broken from inside
Not every smile reaches the eyes
The tears in one’s eyes aren’t shown.
PS: Never make someone feel they deserve to be a second option only, not a priority
Never expect a person to come and tell you their pain easily,
if they could they wouldn’t be broken
Never ignore the signs, giving hints is the most a person suffering can do
Never let the person willing to die reach the level of attempting once
they won’t stop till they succeed.
HINDI VERSION:
Insaan akele jeeta nahi,
Marta hai
Kisi aise ke saath rehne se
Jisko uski kadar nahi,
Jo bas matlab ke liye saath hai
Ghutan hoti hai
Humesha second choice bane reh jane se
Yeh ehsaas hone se ki
Kabhi woh kisiki priority na banega
Takleef hoti hai
Na jaane kaise zinda hai woh
Kya akelapan use kha nahi gaya?
Kya istemaal hone ke baad uske hazaaron tukade nahi ho gaye?
Kya kewal ek backup banne se
Mar jaane ka man nahi kar gaya?
Aur uski hasi
Ha wahi hasi jo sabko pyaari lagti hai
Wahi hasi jiski hifaazat karne wala nahi
Kaise hai barkarar?
Kaun samajhaye logo ko
Laashein bhi chalti hai
Kaise bikhra hua dikhe woh
Jo andar se toota hai
Har hasi aankho tak nahi pahuchti
Aankho ki nami dikhayi nahi jaati.
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wandering mind
Tell me why..
Tell me why my heart aches.
Tell me why people think they’re a mistake.
Tell me why people cry.
Tell me why it always ends with goodbye.
Tell me why people can’t love.
Tell me why it’s so hard to be brave.
Tell me why eyes are glued to phones.
Tell me why it’s hard to be known.
Tell me why we can’t be heard.
Tell my why I can’t fly away like a bird.
Tell me why, why has this world come to this?
Tell me why people think they’re a mistake.
Tell me why people cry.
Tell me why it always ends with goodbye.
Tell me why people can’t love.
Tell me why it’s so hard to be brave.
Tell me why eyes are glued to phones.
Tell me why it’s hard to be known.
Tell me why we can’t be heard.
Tell my why I can’t fly away like a bird.
Tell me why, why has this world come to this?
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Kiara Ishmail
when winter warms.
I hate you more than the roses that die
The way the perfume scent fades away
I hate missing things that always lie
Saying that they’ll stay
I hate you more than almost everything, but there’s one thing I can’t hate more
”I hate you”s will never outdo the lovingness I bore
But I guess winter always has to warm
- Belle
The way the perfume scent fades away
I hate missing things that always lie
Saying that they’ll stay
I hate you more than almost everything, but there’s one thing I can’t hate more
”I hate you”s will never outdo the lovingness I bore
But I guess winter always has to warm
- Belle
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Belle .
I hope
’Cause I don’t like to see you cry,
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
I’ll look into your eye,
And promise to always try.
Whenever you say Hi,
My day becomes bright.
I’ll chase down the light,
And forever bring it to your sight.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
’Cause you light up my every night,
I hope I always stay in your sight.
I don’t want to say goodbye.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
I’ll look into your eye,
And promise to always try.
Whenever you say Hi,
My day becomes bright.
I’ll chase down the light,
And forever bring it to your sight.
Just promise me that you’ll smile,
Everytime you say goodnight.
’Cause you light up my every night,
I hope I always stay in your sight.
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Alice Nicole
I want to be a Disney Princess
5/31/24
I want to be like Snow White
with her kindness to the dwarves
I want to be like Cinderella
to have her resilience to go to a ball
I want to be like Aurora
with her beauty and grace
I want to be like Ariel
to be a wild dreamer
I want to be like Belle
with her intelligent mind
I want to be like Jasmine
to possess her boldness not to be any man’s prize
I want to be like Pocahontas
with her determination to be heard
I want to be like Meg
to have her persistence in not being a damsel in distress
I want to be like Mulan
with her strength and bravery
I want to be like Tinker Bell
to have her inventing talents
I want to be like Tiana
with her hard-working resolve
I want to be like Rapunzel
to have her innocent view of the world
I want to be like Merida
with her pure fierceness
I want to be like Anna
to have her powerful ability to love
I want to be like Elsa
with her queenly invincible powers
I want to be like Moana
to pursue her desire for adventure
I want to be like Mirabel
with her ability to accept imperfections
I want to be a Disney princess
because fantasy is better than reality
a/n: who’s your favorite Disney princess? mine’s Belle 💛
also p.s. I was inspired to write this poem by something my bestie alice_nicole said to me
I want to be like Snow White
with her kindness to the dwarves
I want to be like Cinderella
to have her resilience to go to a ball
I want to be like Aurora
with her beauty and grace
I want to be like Ariel
to be a wild dreamer
I want to be like Belle
with her intelligent mind
I want to be like Jasmine
to possess her boldness not to be any man’s prize
I want to be like Pocahontas
with her determination to be heard
I want to be like Meg
to have her persistence in not being a damsel in distress
I want to be like Mulan
with her strength and bravery
I want to be like Tinker Bell
to have her inventing talents
I want to be like Tiana
with her hard-working resolve
I want to be like Rapunzel
to have her innocent view of the world
I want to be like Merida
with her pure fierceness
I want to be like Anna
to have her powerful ability to love
I want to be like Elsa
with her queenly invincible powers
I want to be like Moana
to pursue her desire for adventure
I want to be like Mirabel
with her ability to accept imperfections
I want to be a Disney princess
because fantasy is better than reality
a/n: who’s your favorite Disney princess? mine’s Belle 💛
also p.s. I was inspired to write this poem by something my bestie alice_nicole said to me
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𝙰𝚗𝚗 𝙴. 𝙼𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚒𝚎
I Don’t Know Why, I Even Try
Soft-spoken
Not profane
Another argument I must refrain,
From sharing my thoughts
Calling the shots
Hoping my stance comes clear
And that my respect isn’t seen as mere
Once I step up,
To the conversation
I can already feel the agitation
”I disagree with this”
”I disagree with that”
Could you even hear each other’s perspective?
We’re getting off track!
Combative is the spirit
Being heard is the goal
If you refuse to listen, the purpose is gone as a whole
So I ask you
The one with malice in their eyes,
Why did I even try?
Not profane
Another argument I must refrain,
From sharing my thoughts
Calling the shots
Hoping my stance comes clear
And that my respect isn’t seen as mere
Once I step up,
To the conversation
I can already feel the agitation
”I disagree with this”
”I disagree with that”
Could you even hear each other’s perspective?
We’re getting off track!
Combative is the spirit
Being heard is the goal
If you refuse to listen, the purpose is gone as a whole
So I ask you
The one with malice in their eyes,
Why did I even try?
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AN AN
Soldier
My name is Harry and I’m ready for battle,
Grown up on a farm with life moving cattle.
But my ragged father told me I couldn’t stay,
Sent me off to the war, in memory to obey.
Just a young boy beaten with a pack of animals,
Working hard with machinery tools.
Laughing our corpses into feral lane,
Coffee and chocolate to keep us sane.
But bound to the trench is where we walk,
Whispering harmonious jokes, we can’t talk.
Left, right, left, get the actions right,
Bombings overhead with sleepless nights.
Burn and brazen of molten fire sky,
How many stars turn off when we die?
Soldiers like me are fearful to the bone,
No sex just pain with agonising moan.
Years passed by as we lay in sunken trench,
Got word that mother had passed on deathbed bench.
It was all too much and father was too hard,
Only memory was my 18th birthday card.
And yet she lies in a trench like us,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Gave birth to a boy before she was gone,
I swear to survive, to sing his 18th birthday song.
I dream of a nice cottage core summer day,
Make up a garden and with the hose we play.
Father will be gone so it’ll just be us,
Planting seeds of poppy that won’t chill to dust.
Yes, we could plant a beautiful poppy seed,
But he’ll plant them alone for here I bleed.
Poppies are nurtured by the blood of soldiers like I,
Stand tall and proud but waiver in goodbye.
Farewell baby brother, don’t meet me on the train,
When I don’t come out, you’ll never be the same.
Stay pure in the garden brother, water thy rose,
Remember who you are, for we are what grows.
Grown up on a farm with life moving cattle.
But my ragged father told me I couldn’t stay,
Sent me off to the war, in memory to obey.
Just a young boy beaten with a pack of animals,
Working hard with machinery tools.
Laughing our corpses into feral lane,
Coffee and chocolate to keep us sane.
But bound to the trench is where we walk,
Whispering harmonious jokes, we can’t talk.
Left, right, left, get the actions right,
Bombings overhead with sleepless nights.
Burn and brazen of molten fire sky,
How many stars turn off when we die?
Soldiers like me are fearful to the bone,
No sex just pain with agonising moan.
Years passed by as we lay in sunken trench,
Got word that mother had passed on deathbed bench.
It was all too much and father was too hard,
Only memory was my 18th birthday card.
And yet she lies in a trench like us,
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Gave birth to a boy before she was gone,
I swear to survive, to sing his 18th birthday song.
I dream of a nice cottage core summer day,
Make up a garden and with the hose we play.
Father will be gone so it’ll just be us,
Planting seeds of poppy that won’t chill to dust.
Yes, we could plant a beautiful poppy seed,
But he’ll plant them alone for here I bleed.
Poppies are nurtured by the blood of soldiers like I,
Stand tall and proud but waiver in goodbye.
Farewell baby brother, don’t meet me on the train,
When I don’t come out, you’ll never be the same.
Stay pure in the garden brother, water thy rose,
Remember who you are, for we are what grows.
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Charlie !
Sitting at My Singer
Sitting before the
sewing machine wishing I
am better at this.
But I fiddle with
the dials until fabric
resembles a bib.
This child doesn’t yet
know how we wait with such great
anticipation.
They needn’t. It’s not
their job. Now, they need only
await their own birth.
sewing machine wishing I
am better at this.
But I fiddle with
the dials until fabric
resembles a bib.
This child doesn’t yet
know how we wait with such great
anticipation.
They needn’t. It’s not
their job. Now, they need only
await their own birth.
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Laura Browne-Lambert
Failure
”Step up in front of the class!”
”Describe yourself with one word”
”No inappropriate choices or phrases, don’t make it absurd!”
I curse myself seeing she picks me first
My classmates were now immersed, in my next move
I disapprove, of the laughing I hear from the back of the room
With my hands shaking, I utter ”Failure”
The teacher glances
But I’ve been on my best behavior
The laughing grows louder
The teacher scolds, how her, choice
Of words created a riot
And made the kids anything but quiet
”No, let me explain!”
”Please sit down, we don’t have all day.”
The cycle of failure continues to replay
”Describe yourself with one word”
”No inappropriate choices or phrases, don’t make it absurd!”
I curse myself seeing she picks me first
My classmates were now immersed, in my next move
I disapprove, of the laughing I hear from the back of the room
With my hands shaking, I utter ”Failure”
The teacher glances
But I’ve been on my best behavior
The laughing grows louder
The teacher scolds, how her, choice
Of words created a riot
And made the kids anything but quiet
”No, let me explain!”
”Please sit down, we don’t have all day.”
The cycle of failure continues to replay
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AN AN
Fragments Of My Childhood
The fragrance of my childhood
Hides in the folds of your embrace.
You were warm, like the sun’s rays,
Whenever I needed you, you were there.
I thought our relationship would always stay that way.
I loved you so much, and I expected you to do the same,
But with time, our relationship got tainted,
And our love for each other slowly faded.
With passing years, the distance grew between us.
It’s not like I don’t love you anymore,
I still do as much as before,
And I know you love me too,
But it does not feel the same anymore.
You are here, but when I look for you,
I just cannot find you anywhere.
Even though the world left me behind,
I hoped you would be with me through time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
But all the times you looked at me with contempt, I still remember.
My love for you is still there,
Your love for me is still here.
But our relationship is not like before,
Even though we are so close by,
It feels like we are countries apart.
I can’t feel your warmth anymore,
All the good memories of you are here,
You too are here, but it’s not like before.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
In those fragments, I remember how
You used to smile and look at me with love.
In your embrace, I felt all the warmth.
You were there for me whenever I cried,
And when I needed you, you appeared right before my eyes.
But now that I am older, things have changed.
As I look at you, I don’t feel the same,
You’re still as before, but we are not anymore.
People say, with time, relationships change, and I guess that’s true.
What we have now is hard to believe, describe.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
How you looked at me lovingly, I still reminisce and smile.
But I still remember how you gazed at me as if I were something filthy.
In those fragments of my childhood,
I still remember that young child who used to be happy.
And loved their mother dearly; they still do,
But it’s not the same anymore.
It’s all just confined to those fragments,
And those fragments are slowly fading away,
Like those dreams that fade over time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
All the times you smiled at me lovingly, I still remember.
But just like a dream, it doesn’t feel real anymore.
Hides in the folds of your embrace.
You were warm, like the sun’s rays,
Whenever I needed you, you were there.
I thought our relationship would always stay that way.
I loved you so much, and I expected you to do the same,
But with time, our relationship got tainted,
And our love for each other slowly faded.
With passing years, the distance grew between us.
It’s not like I don’t love you anymore,
I still do as much as before,
And I know you love me too,
But it does not feel the same anymore.
You are here, but when I look for you,
I just cannot find you anywhere.
Even though the world left me behind,
I hoped you would be with me through time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
But all the times you looked at me with contempt, I still remember.
My love for you is still there,
Your love for me is still here.
But our relationship is not like before,
Even though we are so close by,
It feels like we are countries apart.
I can’t feel your warmth anymore,
All the good memories of you are here,
You too are here, but it’s not like before.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
In those fragments, I remember how
You used to smile and look at me with love.
In your embrace, I felt all the warmth.
You were there for me whenever I cried,
And when I needed you, you appeared right before my eyes.
But now that I am older, things have changed.
As I look at you, I don’t feel the same,
You’re still as before, but we are not anymore.
People say, with time, relationships change, and I guess that’s true.
What we have now is hard to believe, describe.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
How you looked at me lovingly, I still reminisce and smile.
But I still remember how you gazed at me as if I were something filthy.
In those fragments of my childhood,
I still remember that young child who used to be happy.
And loved their mother dearly; they still do,
But it’s not the same anymore.
It’s all just confined to those fragments,
And those fragments are slowly fading away,
Like those dreams that fade over time.
In the fragments of my childhood,
All the love you gave me, I still remember,
All the times you smiled at me lovingly, I still remember.
But just like a dream, it doesn’t feel real anymore.
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shine coshine
When Everyone And No One’s Watching
When you look in my eyes and tell me I’m beautiful.
Will you do the same in front of your friends at all costs?
Will I still be the one you want when the world is watching?
Will you still hold me when your ex’s parents walk in?
Tell me I’m in all your dreams,
Tell me I’m the reason you breathe.
Will you do it in front of everyone and when there’s no one?
I think about it too often.
But will I be the one when everyone and no one is watching?
Will I still be your prize when I’m close to fifty nine?
Will you tell your friends that I’m your life?
Will I be enough for you, with the blinds closed and in front of judging eyes?
In front of strangers, will you say that you never need to see the northern lights because you are holding the sight?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
When your hurt, will you call on my name on the edge of time?
Will you do the same when your family stay the night?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
Will you do the same in front of your friends at all costs?
Will I still be the one you want when the world is watching?
Will you still hold me when your ex’s parents walk in?
Tell me I’m in all your dreams,
Tell me I’m the reason you breathe.
Will you do it in front of everyone and when there’s no one?
I think about it too often.
But will I be the one when everyone and no one is watching?
Will I still be your prize when I’m close to fifty nine?
Will you tell your friends that I’m your life?
Will I be enough for you, with the blinds closed and in front of judging eyes?
In front of strangers, will you say that you never need to see the northern lights because you are holding the sight?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
When your hurt, will you call on my name on the edge of time?
Will you do the same when your family stay the night?
Will I be enough for you when everyone and no one is watching?
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SzS 12
In love ..
Tumhara ho jaana bhi to ek khwaab sa h ,
Na pad saku kabhi uss kitaab sa h.
Tum keemti ho mere liye maanti hu,
Par tumhara tareeka yun itarane ka bhi to nwaab sa h .
Maine socha nhi tha ki kabhi hoga aisa bhi kuchh tumse ishq ho jaana bhi ek ittefaq sa h..
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I thought i should even add a english version but the vibe changed in that , so i just posted hindi one.
Na pad saku kabhi uss kitaab sa h.
Tum keemti ho mere liye maanti hu,
Par tumhara tareeka yun itarane ka bhi to nwaab sa h .
Maine socha nhi tha ki kabhi hoga aisa bhi kuchh tumse ishq ho jaana bhi ek ittefaq sa h..
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I thought i should even add a english version but the vibe changed in that , so i just posted hindi one.
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Preet ......
CAN I CRY?
Can I get a place ?
To cry
To vent
To scream
I am tired of hiding
My tears
Controlling my mental tumult
An emotional Strom is awaiting
Now , I want to shed
I want to feel warmth of my tears
I want to get off this heaviness
Tired of assuring myself
” I am strong ”
No I am not
”It’s just a phase”
No it’s not
My tears roll down
But
I put hands
To resist any sound
My sound stuck in throat
Only clogged throat can be heard
Can people not judge me ?
I am just being vulnerable
Am I being disgusted for this ?
-tanvi
To cry
To vent
To scream
I am tired of hiding
My tears
Controlling my mental tumult
An emotional Strom is awaiting
Now , I want to shed
I want to feel warmth of my tears
I want to get off this heaviness
Tired of assuring myself
” I am strong ”
No I am not
”It’s just a phase”
No it’s not
My tears roll down
But
I put hands
To resist any sound
My sound stuck in throat
Only clogged throat can be heard
Can people not judge me ?
I am just being vulnerable
Am I being disgusted for this ?
-tanvi
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Lekhikha tanvi
𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘊𝘶𝘵𝘴
I realise everything that I did wrong -
It gets hard to sing even my favourite song.
Heaven’s just one step ahead yet I chose to trip and fall,
I love myself beacuse I know 99 reasons to hate me more.
Oh, I can’t believe my silly heart,
It still beats like a messed up teenager.
Playing with death like birds chirping on live wires.
Every good thing has got a curse, always remember.
Breaking heart shaped cookies that taste bitter -
There’s no music, but I danced like it’s now or never.
With the setting Sun, moments die but memories linger
Like paper cuts that don’t bleed but hurt forever.
𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒.
~ ᗪEE 💙
© Image clicked by @deedreamz
It gets hard to sing even my favourite song.
Heaven’s just one step ahead yet I chose to trip and fall,
I love myself beacuse I know 99 reasons to hate me more.
Oh, I can’t believe my silly heart,
It still beats like a messed up teenager.
Playing with death like birds chirping on live wires.
Every good thing has got a curse, always remember.
Breaking heart shaped cookies that taste bitter -
There’s no music, but I danced like it’s now or never.
With the setting Sun, moments die but memories linger
Like paper cuts that don’t bleed but hurt forever.
𝘘𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : 𝐼 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒.
~ ᗪEE 💙
© Image clicked by @deedreamz
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𝐷𝑒𝑒 💙
On some other end.
Look up at the clouds in your part of the world,
And dream up the days when we were so light,
We said our sorrys and talked like 100 year olds,
Because at the end, everything was always alright.
Words were strings, and we tread on them so gently,
As if we knew no thorns, even though it wasn’t true.
The world was our responsibility and we took it on
Our shoulders to paint into yellow all that was blue.
Maybe the paint spilled over, or the thorns started
Overpowering, but we could not walk the same road.
Maybe it was you who looked back first, or was it me?
I only remember seeing white where we had strode.
Look up at the clouds in your part of the world,
Search the air for where you hear the waves retreat
As the sky touches the sea, on some other end,
I would dip my fingers in the water, and we will meet.
—S.
{ I wrote this about a friend I had some four years ago. We just drifted apart.
For Nan’s (@hopeislost143) contest. I chose the second prompt «3}
And dream up the days when we were so light,
We said our sorrys and talked like 100 year olds,
Because at the end, everything was always alright.
Words were strings, and we tread on them so gently,
As if we knew no thorns, even though it wasn’t true.
The world was our responsibility and we took it on
Our shoulders to paint into yellow all that was blue.
Maybe the paint spilled over, or the thorns started
Overpowering, but we could not walk the same road.
Maybe it was you who looked back first, or was it me?
I only remember seeing white where we had strode.
Look up at the clouds in your part of the world,
Search the air for where you hear the waves retreat
As the sky touches the sea, on some other end,
I would dip my fingers in the water, and we will meet.
—S.
{ I wrote this about a friend I had some four years ago. We just drifted apart.
For Nan’s (@hopeislost143) contest. I chose the second prompt «3}
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S .
Fused feelings
Unsolicited thoughts and unsolved equations,
Wandering like undisclosed mysteries,
All entangling like invisible strings ;
Aurora of sad prose has discrete glow,
And how she wishes you to know.
Adrenaline acts stronger than caffeine,
Emotion-filled eyes and fused feelings,
Heart beats and tick tocks,
Form a hypnotic rhythm like a tired storm,
And that’s how she is.
Who would listen to her like this,
Than her own poetry,
But she’s here believing there’s someone,
Beneath the void,
But who knows if it’s all again a con.
Innov. 25 July 2024. 03:47am.
( don’t be surprised from the time, I’ve been barely sleeping 4 hours since last few days & yeah , the picture is my edit and handwriting)
Wandering like undisclosed mysteries,
All entangling like invisible strings ;
Aurora of sad prose has discrete glow,
And how she wishes you to know.
Adrenaline acts stronger than caffeine,
Emotion-filled eyes and fused feelings,
Heart beats and tick tocks,
Form a hypnotic rhythm like a tired storm,
And that’s how she is.
Who would listen to her like this,
Than her own poetry,
But she’s here believing there’s someone,
Beneath the void,
But who knows if it’s all again a con.
Innov. 25 July 2024. 03:47am.
( don’t be surprised from the time, I’ve been barely sleeping 4 hours since last few days & yeah , the picture is my edit and handwriting)
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Innov
The Garden of life
Life is a garden and aren’t we all flowers?
flowers of all colors and scent, some beautiful and some ugly yet unique in its own way.
If life is pointless, then why are we here?
Maybe we are here for the creator’s entertainment.
If that is so, I won’t force myself to like anything neither would I force myself to hate anything.
flowers of all colors and scent, some beautiful and some ugly yet unique in its own way.
If life is pointless, then why are we here?
Maybe we are here for the creator’s entertainment.
If that is so, I won’t force myself to like anything neither would I force myself to hate anything.
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Buby Sama
the worst goodbyes.
A later that’s stored in a locket, never to be reopened
A seldom voicemail of a lover that left, unspoken
A letter of faded kisses that haven’t been kissed again in some time
A poet’s end to a stanza that’s been left with nothing to rhyme
Unfinished fantasies that are left forgotten like dreams
Broken pinky promises shattering wondrous memories
Clouds distancing themselves from their rightful place
Lyrics that play in the same tune, but somehow change
Brandished silver rings beginning to melt into rusted brass
A vow of always and forever without the intention to last
A novel of lies abandoned on a table no one bothered to use
Becoming lost souls in regret of those unsaid “I love you”s
- Belle
The worst goodbye for me is seeing someone I love growing up, and never being able to get back more moments with them.. happy belated birthday to my twin sisters, I love them with all my heart has to offer 💖
A seldom voicemail of a lover that left, unspoken
A letter of faded kisses that haven’t been kissed again in some time
A poet’s end to a stanza that’s been left with nothing to rhyme
Unfinished fantasies that are left forgotten like dreams
Broken pinky promises shattering wondrous memories
Clouds distancing themselves from their rightful place
Lyrics that play in the same tune, but somehow change
Brandished silver rings beginning to melt into rusted brass
A vow of always and forever without the intention to last
A novel of lies abandoned on a table no one bothered to use
Becoming lost souls in regret of those unsaid “I love you”s
- Belle
The worst goodbye for me is seeing someone I love growing up, and never being able to get back more moments with them.. happy belated birthday to my twin sisters, I love them with all my heart has to offer 💖
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Belle .
Hard To Unlove You
When I take a step ahead,
you force me to retreat two steps back.
Just as I sense us getting close,
you prove me wrong each time.
However, like a fool, I fall for your crafted illusion every time.
The words, like a lump in my throat, cling.
When I muster courage at last,
you make me bite my tongue and regret everything.
Unsaid words consume my mind,
eat me alive, roam freely, haunting the night.
As I attempt to crawl back from the edge,
you plunge me back deeper into the abyss.
To the world’s end, you drag me,
refusing to release me from your claws.
You’re the tunnel that surrounds me, making me devoid of light,
engulfing me in your shadow,
making me suffocated is all you do,
yet I still can’t unlove you.
I fear what I may become,
I fear I’ll never be enough.
And I’m afraid I love you so deeply,
so your pain becomes mine, it’s such a pity.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt over your misery,
it’s your life, you choose this path of misery,
So don’t pull me along in your despair.
It’s wrong, you know, yet you still do.
I want to hate you,
but I still can’t unlove you.
I’m tracing your footsteps,
your shadow cast over me,
anxiously fearing someday I’ll become the one I hate.
So, I want to escape
from your shadow and your name.
But unfortunately, we’re bound by the same fate,
the same thread tied around our necks.
I can only run but can’t hide away
from the fate and the shadow that we share.
P.S. I think the picture is the most accurate representation for this poem...
you force me to retreat two steps back.
Just as I sense us getting close,
you prove me wrong each time.
However, like a fool, I fall for your crafted illusion every time.
The words, like a lump in my throat, cling.
When I muster courage at last,
you make me bite my tongue and regret everything.
Unsaid words consume my mind,
eat me alive, roam freely, haunting the night.
As I attempt to crawl back from the edge,
you plunge me back deeper into the abyss.
To the world’s end, you drag me,
refusing to release me from your claws.
You’re the tunnel that surrounds me, making me devoid of light,
engulfing me in your shadow,
making me suffocated is all you do,
yet I still can’t unlove you.
I fear what I may become,
I fear I’ll never be enough.
And I’m afraid I love you so deeply,
so your pain becomes mine, it’s such a pity.
I know it’s wrong to feel hurt over your misery,
it’s your life, you choose this path of misery,
So don’t pull me along in your despair.
It’s wrong, you know, yet you still do.
I want to hate you,
but I still can’t unlove you.
I’m tracing your footsteps,
your shadow cast over me,
anxiously fearing someday I’ll become the one I hate.
So, I want to escape
from your shadow and your name.
But unfortunately, we’re bound by the same fate,
the same thread tied around our necks.
I can only run but can’t hide away
from the fate and the shadow that we share.
P.S. I think the picture is the most accurate representation for this poem...
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shine coshine
Would you be scared?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me jump off a bridge.
Would you run and try to save me or stand there and watch?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me drawing red lines on myself with a knife.
Would you hide and watch or tell me to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw a group of guys trying to take advantage of me.
Would you stand there and watch or try to tell them to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me trying to hang myself.
Would you just peek through the door and watch me suffocate or save my life?
Would you be scared?
If you found me dead in the woods.
Would you walk away from my body or tell people you found me?
No sorry, The real question is,
Would you save me?
You tell me you love me yet you can’t answer me.
Would you save my life?
If you saw a group of guys beating me up
Would you run up and tell them to stop or stand there in watch?
Would you call me a punk?
If I told you these girls took advantage of me.
Would I still be your #1?
Would you be there for me?
If you saw me crying alone?
Yes.
There’s a difference between you and me.
I never told you ”I loved you” yet I still try to show it.
But you, you just say that you love me. Yet you never show it.
If you saw me jump off a bridge.
Would you run and try to save me or stand there and watch?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me drawing red lines on myself with a knife.
Would you hide and watch or tell me to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw a group of guys trying to take advantage of me.
Would you stand there and watch or try to tell them to stop?
Would you be scared?
If you saw me trying to hang myself.
Would you just peek through the door and watch me suffocate or save my life?
Would you be scared?
If you found me dead in the woods.
Would you walk away from my body or tell people you found me?
No sorry, The real question is,
Would you save me?
You tell me you love me yet you can’t answer me.
Would you save my life?
If you saw a group of guys beating me up
Would you run up and tell them to stop or stand there in watch?
Would you call me a punk?
If I told you these girls took advantage of me.
Would I still be your #1?
Would you be there for me?
If you saw me crying alone?
Yes.
There’s a difference between you and me.
I never told you ”I loved you” yet I still try to show it.
But you, you just say that you love me. Yet you never show it.
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Nelly Louis
if eyes were nightlights.
amidst the riders of dark stealing our feelings as they pass by,
i question all the seasons that have ever brushed their faces.
their hands have wrinkled labouring to keep foreheads dry,
yet somehow, the storms always seep out at the wrong places.
i want to speak and know if calm is what really stills their seas,
but masks are mesmerizing so everything is only white or black.
if eyes were nightlights, they’d shine with all the hushed pleas,
and then we would see in them bleeding feet on uneven tracks.
—S.
i question all the seasons that have ever brushed their faces.
their hands have wrinkled labouring to keep foreheads dry,
yet somehow, the storms always seep out at the wrong places.
i want to speak and know if calm is what really stills their seas,
but masks are mesmerizing so everything is only white or black.
if eyes were nightlights, they’d shine with all the hushed pleas,
and then we would see in them bleeding feet on uneven tracks.
—S.
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S .
Lost socks
Little Miss. Fox
Has lost her socks
She didn’t know where to find them
Her favourite ones
With diamonds down the sides
And a cute ruffle hem around them
They were not in their box
Nor with her precious rocks
In none of the drawers or a closet
She checked here and there
She checked everywhere
Then found them on her feet
Has lost her socks
She didn’t know where to find them
Her favourite ones
With diamonds down the sides
And a cute ruffle hem around them
They were not in their box
Nor with her precious rocks
In none of the drawers or a closet
She checked here and there
She checked everywhere
Then found them on her feet
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Milka
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚎
𝑅𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟’𝑠 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠,
𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.
𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡
𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐴 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.
𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙?
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑,
𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦.
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒.
𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.
𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡.
~ Ꭰꫀꫀ 🦋
𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑐𝑒 - Freepik
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 🌸
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𝐼 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚.
𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡
𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠.
𝐴 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡,
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠.
𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠.
𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙?
𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛’𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑,
𝑅𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑗𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑦.
𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝, 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑡𝑐𝑎𝑠𝑒.
𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆.
𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆: 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡.
~ Ꭰꫀꫀ 🦋
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𝐷𝑒𝑒 💙
Love It Is
Love, it is. He navigates the fragile terrain of emotions with the grace of a tightrope walker on thin ice, each word he utters flowing like honey, dripping with sweetness and devoid of bitterness. I find myself entranced by the enigma of his gaze, wondering what lies beneath the surface of his charming facade, what secrets reside within the depths of his heart.
As we sit together, his presence envelopes me like a comforting embrace, and I am drawn inexorably into the labyrinth of his eyes—deep, meaningful pools that mirror the complexities of the soul, each glance a masterpiece of emotion, like strokes of art upon a canvas.
Yet, despite his transparency, he remains a mosaic of contradictions, multicolored and faultless in my eyes, the embodiment of the perfect paradox—a vice that mortals have deemed both sinful and sublime. And yet, if it is indeed wrong, why does it feel so undeniably right? Each moment with him is a symphony of fulfillment and solace, a joy that grips my very being, leaving me intoxicated on the sweet nectar of his affection.
As the essence of love washes over me, filling every crevice of my being, I feel my soul swell with an intensity that surpasses even his own. For it is not just his heart that overflows with longing, but mine as well—a primal yearning for the fundamental essence of human connection, the profound truth that love, in all its forms, is the very fabric of existence. Love, it is.
As we sit together, his presence envelopes me like a comforting embrace, and I am drawn inexorably into the labyrinth of his eyes—deep, meaningful pools that mirror the complexities of the soul, each glance a masterpiece of emotion, like strokes of art upon a canvas.
Yet, despite his transparency, he remains a mosaic of contradictions, multicolored and faultless in my eyes, the embodiment of the perfect paradox—a vice that mortals have deemed both sinful and sublime. And yet, if it is indeed wrong, why does it feel so undeniably right? Each moment with him is a symphony of fulfillment and solace, a joy that grips my very being, leaving me intoxicated on the sweet nectar of his affection.
As the essence of love washes over me, filling every crevice of my being, I feel my soul swell with an intensity that surpasses even his own. For it is not just his heart that overflows with longing, but mine as well—a primal yearning for the fundamental essence of human connection, the profound truth that love, in all its forms, is the very fabric of existence. Love, it is.
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Arnes Halilovic