Zaima - Hello Poetry

I built a nest, Thinking timing is best. I painted a version of you, Thinking it was the best I could do. I carved a version of you, Thinking it would turn a new you. Though I loved all of you, I was hoping, I was coping, I was sinking, I was scuttling. I was drowning in my mess, But I was surviving for your flesh. I was empty, but I was watering. I did everything for you — But was I the best? My life was falling apart, But I was there at your best. Yet I wasn't enough for your nest. You wanted your best. You wanted the newness. You wanted it easier — The kind that comes without test. I thought love was enough to make you stay. I thought I was the one you cared for. I thought I was the one you ever wanted. But I was the imbecile, you say — The kind you see in cinema. But I would say I'm the kind you read in literature. Sylvia Plath is my inspiration. Cinema may fade, But her words will never erase. Cinema seems so real, But what she and I felt is surreal. By: Zaima

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Jul 25, 2025

Jul 25, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC

What she and I felt

I built a nest, Thinking timing is best. I painted a version of you, Thinking it was the best I could do. I carved a version of you, Thinking it would turn a new you. Though I loved all of you, I was hoping, I was coping, I was sinking, I was scuttling. I was drowning in my mess, But I was surviving for your flesh. I was empty, but I was watering. I did everything for you — But was I the best? My life was falling apart, But I was there at your best. Yet I wasn't enough for your nest. You wanted your best. You wanted the newness. You wanted it easier — The kind that comes without test. I thought love was enough to make you stay. I thought I was the one you cared for. I thought I was the one you ever wanted. But I was the imbecile, you say — The kind you see in cinema. But I would say I'm the kind you read in literature. Sylvia Plath is my inspiration. Cinema may fade, But her words will never erase. Cinema seems so real, But what she and I felt is surreal. By: Zaima

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The Thing You Carry The things weary me the most The word you choose Stabbed my soul the most The dagger I gave you The power I gave you The sword I gave you You're using, Manipulating, Bearing the flag of supremacy You nearly got me choking You say I use AI You don't know what I bear You say it's emotionless But you don't know what I carry The weight I carry Is hard to bury The pain you raised Is hard to erase The trauma you caused Is gonna cost You think you're the best Being a ***** is not the best You say you're my friend, but all I see is an insecure girl Who claims herself as a girl's girl You're nothing more than a two-faced ***** You say you know me But you still carry the 15-years-old me I bury You’re blinded by your own mess to notice the stress I'm hurting, I'm suffering, I'm evolving, I'm embracing I'm writing, I'm shining, I'm penning it down, I'm hiding, I'm diving I'm not a seashore bird, constantly migrating I'm the Phoenix — always rising

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 6:08 PM UTC

From Ashes Armour

The Thing You Carry The things weary me the most The word you choose Stabbed my soul the most The dagger I gave you The power I gave you The sword I gave you You're using, Manipulating, Bearing the flag of supremacy You nearly got me choking You say I use AI You don't know what I bear You say it's emotionless But you don't know what I carry The weight I carry Is hard to bury The pain you raised Is hard to erase The trauma you caused Is gonna cost You think you're the best Being a ***** is not the best You say you're my friend, but all I see is an insecure girl Who claims herself as a girl's girl You're nothing more than a two-faced ***** You say you know me But you still carry the 15-years-old me I bury You’re blinded by your own mess to notice the stress I'm hurting, I'm suffering, I'm evolving, I'm embracing I'm writing, I'm shining, I'm penning it down, I'm hiding, I'm diving I'm not a seashore bird, constantly migrating I'm the Phoenix — always rising

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I’m pouring, I’m souring, but they say I’m boring. I’m living, I’m loving, but they say I’m faking. I’m trying, but they just say I’m crying. I’m thriving, I’m rising, but to them I’m just starving. I’m healing, I’m feeling, but they just say I’m still dealing. I’m writing, I’m fighting, but they say I am just cynical. I’m carving, I’m devouring, but to them I’m just copy-and-pasting. I’m being true to myself, but they say I’m hiding, I’m deceiving. I’m raw, I’m blunt, I’m what I am to them, I’m rude and shrewd. I’m embracing, I’m evolving — am I becoming what I feared?

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Jul 23, 2025

Jul 23, 2025 at 4:45 PM UTC

The fear I become

I’m pouring, I’m souring, but they say I’m boring. I’m living, I’m loving, but they say I’m faking. I’m trying, but they just say I’m crying. I’m thriving, I’m rising, but to them I’m just starving. I’m healing, I’m feeling, but they just say I’m still dealing. I’m writing, I’m fighting, but they say I am just cynical. I’m carving, I’m devouring, but to them I’m just copy-and-pasting. I’m being true to myself, but they say I’m hiding, I’m deceiving. I’m raw, I’m blunt, I’m what I am to them, I’m rude and shrewd. I’m embracing, I’m evolving — am I becoming what I feared?

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