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                                                               ­      (I'm asking for a friend)

You made me fall again,
I try to stop but can’t.

My hearts decided,
My mind even more.

If it breaks me,
Leaves me dead and cold,
So mote it be.

I love you.
That’s my casualty

you ditched me like a rotten berry;
like a brown banana.
you could’ve made bread out of me,
but i guess that’s too hard for you.
you can’t be bothered to waste
your flour and sugar
on something old.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Me in the far future,
Thinking about my younger years,
Knowing it's a platonic relationship,
'Cause I would never want to go back,
Constantly feeling I'm on the wrong track.

Everything is more peaceful now,
I've let go of the painful nights,
But I still want to miss it,
Just not getting too close to it,
'Cause I don't want to be young anymore,
I wish I wasn't young anymore.

HAPPY BORN DAY

A day to capture and reflect
A day to reminisce
A day to look ahead
A day to feel at bliss.


A day to feel thankful
A day for appreciation
A day for love
A day for initiation.


A day of belonging
A day to unwind
A day to be with family and friends
A day to find.


A day just for you
A day to celebrate your journey, and success
A day for a drink or two
A day to dress at your best.


A day to do something you really want to do
A day for fun
A day to just take time for you
A day to celebrate with all your loved ones.


Happy Born day
To you

© By HF-Whisper
2/12/2020 17:42PM

I rehearse conversations
that I will never have
and yet
find myself
perpetually
unable to say
what I had truly meant.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
learning
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness

We don't want the world.
No one asked for this.
There's only so many walls,
So many scales and shells
And piles of warm blankets.
So many deep breathes
And shallow pursuits.
We can only scream so loud
And quietly dread
And wait for the ending.

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

I was made to habitate
a climate where it is always sticky
frustrated curls soothed because
it is always wet

bathed in citronella so that
only my love
is drawn to my sweat

verdant dense green tropical clime
God please watch over my people
as the earth acts as though
she is angry with them


and Volcanic Ash rains from their
tropical skies

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

they asked
why am I hurting
I said
is it so wrong for feeling this much hurt just because of that?
do I need more dramatic reasons?
do I need more spesific reasons?
why?

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

name:
age:
date of birth:
zodiac:
phone number:
emergency call:


nice to know you-

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

she accepted people’s bad behavior,
because she thought,
they went through  difficult things.
yet, she invalidated her own feelings,
even if she knew what she went through.

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

I did not write as much
not because I don't care or because
it did not have an impact on me

just because I've been escaping and avoiding
instead of writing and feeling.

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

Whisper softly in my ear
Words I only want to hear
Words only meant for me
Our lovestory you and me
Till you whisper softly no more
Gone like the morning sun
Thunder struck my heart
Didn’t know that it would
end this way
Nothing left to say
No more whispers in my ear
No more  lovely words to hear
Never knew
it would be our last goodbye!
Angel in the sky.

Shell ✨🐚

Covid 19

November 2019,
seeping in
Wuhan , China,
Locally,
Nationally,
Internationally,
Globally,
Around the Earth,
criss crossing.
Spreading fast, shaking us,
insidiuously,
waging a cruel war at us.
Our human cells
fighting on and on,
some tragically
others triumphantly
with the help of our medical heroes.

That Disease
Can’t Own Victory Definitely!

Together, we’ll triumph!

Nadia Brouk

If you take out the letters
“a”, “t” and “h”
From the word “faith”,
And change the order
Of the remaining letters,
You’ll get an “if”
What does that tell you?
It tells me “I’m bored to death”