nazam - Hello Poetry

and what then when it's all slipped me by chances to right generational wrongs diagonal in my bed when my companions have left to meet their cousins and uncles and that ornery aunt when I am faced with my humanity and the longevity of the night feels unending warm streams etching into the creases of my facade I know what medicine cures this but what then when I have been robbed of my only glimpse when it's all slipped me by

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Oct 27, 2025

Oct 27, 2025 at 11:33 PM UTC

nazam

Decade

and what then when it's all slipped me by chances to right generational wrongs diagonal in my bed when my companions have left to meet their cousins and uncles and that ornery aunt when I am faced with my humanity and the longevity of the night feels unending warm streams etching into the creases of my facade I know what medicine cures this but what then when I have been robbed of my only glimpse when it's all slipped me by

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I never thought I looked good in tights I never been fond of bells yet here we are in this court of royals on the eve of another birth night I come before you, a jester like no other a comedic tragedy ripe from my mother

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC

nazam

a courted fool

I never thought I looked good in tights I never been fond of bells yet here we are in this court of royals on the eve of another birth night I come before you, a jester like no other a comedic tragedy ripe from my mother

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Icey fingers Bitter thoughts Polar nights Bleak mornings The heart wants what it wants But hell hath frozen over.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC

nazam

frigid winds

Icey fingers Bitter thoughts Polar nights Bleak mornings The heart wants what it wants But hell hath frozen over.

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Something is missing. Ive lost a part of me once more It won't fit right if it ever comes back I'll just have to cut my losses Once more.

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:39 AM UTC

nazam

acceptance

Something is missing. Ive lost a part of me once more It won't fit right if it ever comes back I'll just have to cut my losses Once more.

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All I want to do Is hear the waves roll into my Tidepools Just want to Kiss the stars And shine my scars at the moon I just want to live my life Without hearing you In the back of the room And you wonder Why you've been left with a box of half finished blunders By your definition That wasnt my vision You're just an open wound In the back of the room Don't you think the sun misses Leaving warm sweet kisses But you hated every shade it painted me

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:37 AM UTC

nazam

In The Back of The Room

All I want to do Is hear the waves roll into my Tidepools Just want to Kiss the stars And shine my scars at the moon I just want to live my life Without hearing you In the back of the room And you wonder Why you've been left with a box of half finished blunders By your definition That wasnt my vision You're just an open wound In the back of the room Don't you think the sun misses Leaving warm sweet kisses But you hated every shade it painted me

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have you ever drawn a map before? there's an art in topography cordillera and coulee alike unfamiliar but bewitching can I camp here too, since we're hiking thr same way? soups on the fire now! you should have a bowl it's made with tolerance and solicitude, silent secrets and unspoken certainty. will you join me? on the precipice? will you see the different colors I paint the sky with? will you welcome the roaring open ocean, rocking you to sleep lay your head down just this once tomorrow holds your zenith

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC

nazam

hiking trails

have you ever drawn a map before? there's an art in topography cordillera and coulee alike unfamiliar but bewitching can I camp here too, since we're hiking thr same way? soups on the fire now! you should have a bowl it's made with tolerance and solicitude, silent secrets and unspoken certainty. will you join me? on the precipice? will you see the different colors I paint the sky with? will you welcome the roaring open ocean, rocking you to sleep lay your head down just this once tomorrow holds your zenith

12

and then the night drew near the sun kissing the moon goodnight stars singing the trees to sleep the winter chasing the summer autumn greeting spring the birds and their bees something something for everything or so it goes

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC

nazam

chasing pavements

and then the night drew near the sun kissing the moon goodnight stars singing the trees to sleep the winter chasing the summer autumn greeting spring the birds and their bees something something for everything or so it goes

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my leftover thoughts are your holy gospel go on and sing for the choir you brought the matches you lit this pyre Come take your seat my shows about to begin

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC

nazam

Monitoring Spirits

my leftover thoughts are your holy gospel go on and sing for the choir you brought the matches you lit this pyre Come take your seat my shows about to begin

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what's it like holding the weight of the world on your shoulders sure you've seen a horizon or two but are those even really your hands?

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 11:32 AM UTC

nazam

heavy

what's it like holding the weight of the world on your shoulders sure you've seen a horizon or two but are those even really your hands?

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I can hear the stars whispering Their words dance through the wind I hear my fate intertwined in the murmurs They've written the script, I've just got to win the award.

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Oct 6, 2025

Oct 6, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC

nazam

Big Dreams

I can hear the stars whispering Their words dance through the wind I hear my fate intertwined in the murmurs They've written the script, I've just got to win the award.

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