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Safira Azizah May 2018
This kind of drug I’m addicted to,
I’m consuming my digital junk
in the corner of my bed
help myself get caged
comparing myself to another: lies.

Tell them I lived well,
contradiction to the real
the empty spaces of my universe
pleaded other to stay.

Here I am
wasting three, five, nine hours
dusk, day and night
scrolling through a windows
of nice place.


I am an escapee
from the prison of life.
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
“How could something so menial drive someone so greatly?”
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
The moment when
I look at the old pictures
of us

   ;weird poses
   ;odd expressions
   ;laughing at each others
Such an exemplary
of our chemistry
showing the world
we were fools back then

A wave of longing
washed through myself
and a dryness caught
in my throat
that even the tea could not moisten

Because I realized it’s time
          to accept
There is no longer “us”
What do I do now that I miss you?
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
she wants you
       and
                   you want something




                         more beautiful.
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
I look up
to the ceiling
as I close my eyes
and open up my mind
as I imagine how free I would be
if I fly away through the chimney
fly like the birds
sleep in the clouds

but to be free,
doesn't always mean
I can fly
I can run away
I can do as I wish

to be free is,
to let my feelings grow
to overtake myself from ego
to cry and not to be ashamed
to love unconditionally
to give myself a time
to forgive the one who hurted me



find the peace of mind
and live the moment.
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
we are what we see
we are what we listen to
we are what we love
we are what we read to
we are what we cry for
we are everything we've ever wished for
we are diamond constantly rotating,
shaped,
curved,
shattered,
scattered,
in the process
sometimes we lost ourselves,
                                                      ­a broken piece of diamond
                                                      try­ing to find our other pieces.
we are all diamond, we will find ourselves eventually.

please leave a comment if you feel like ir~
Safira Azizah Apr 2018
I can't wake up to feel happy
let alone happy
these eyelids are heavier than the burdens
these shoulders aren't trained soldiers
I can't open my eyes to reality
barely read the newspaper
I'd rather dive into my dreamland
it's safer and soundly there
so I closed my eyes
wraped up with blanket

this is life, I thought.
just a feeling whenever i meet sunday

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