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Alia Jul 6
Oh I remember having dreams
That spark in my chest
Giving me hope
A warm light and fire
Feels and depth
But now
That spark died out
And all that is left are ashes
Scraped off by my sharp fingernails
And washed away by the cool night breeze
Craving a hole
In the place where my soul danced around the warm light
She's laying still now
As if held down
In the hollow black space
Tears dry on her face
Eyes tired of trying
Choking on whatever is left to feel
While I can't find one reason
Not to say my goodbyes
Or say nothing at all
Please don't let me feel.
  Apr 21 Alia
Trust me
close your eyes
and take a deep

your heart is
a box of flowers
quilted in silk

in that box
lays the happiest,
most sweet
memory or
The funniest

Now save it
and whenever
you are in a bad
mood or deeply sad
open it
and feel the power
of a small smile
Thank you my friend -Ireland Grace Smith- for helping me creating this piece. :)
Alia Apr 21
I feel that sharp, painful, bitter feeling crippling through my blood and bones
Sending shivers down my spine
Something missing from my heart
Brain disconnecting from reality
Chocking on my own thoughts and memories
Deep sadness
The sweetness
The laughs
The fun
Learning and experiencing
All those special places
And faces
The disrespect
The chaos
The betrayals and discomforts
Unforgettable things
Moments gone in time
A big mash of feelings; good and bad; and happy and sad.

Empty closets
Furniture disappearing by the day
Memories and accessories packed away in a hurry
Home is nowhere to be found.
A sorrowful goodbye.

And in all that mess I've managed to let him step on what was left of my dignity and use my fragile feelings.
And I will never get to say what I needed to.
I'm moving back to my home country after living in another one for almost five years. I can't even really explain how hard it is on me. This place is so important and precious to my heart. Leaving *****. Boys **** too.
Alia Apr 19
Am I even human if I don't want relationships ?
Any kind. Not only romantic ones.
I just can't deal with people
And with myself but also really some people, most people just mess me up
So much
What the hell
Alia Apr 9
Social media
Controls your life;
It tells you how your hair should smell
And your skin should glow
Have long hair
No.. short
Pluck those eyebrows off
Oh wait now grow them back
If you don't have the right nose and lips
Well, you're ******
Everybody should starve themselves
Who can be the thinnest
Only then you'll be beautiful
Oh, never mind
Now we like curvy girls
But you better get the proportions right or
You'll just be fat
And fat
That's unacceptable
As well as having any different colour of skin or a uniquely functioning mind
Enough to be lower than others
Out casted
Made fun of
Wear what everybody else is wearing
We don't care for the price
But stand out
And do you
And be yourself
Just be happy.

But how
I ask how can we be happy when we're put into such impossible standards
When we're labeled
When what we have to offer is never good enough
When we feel judged everyday
And by whom?
Who's created this social media controlled society if not us
Every single one of us
You and me

All I'm really here to say is
You are beautiful.
Each of us is made differently in such an exquisite way
And that's what really matters
The uniqueness of each person's nature, appearance and story
The messiness and diversity of life is what makes it so alluring and magnificent ✨
Let's embrace our differences and learn to love the beautiful imperfect
I believe in kindness and that everyone possess beauty. In all kind of wonderful ways
  Apr 8 Alia
Star BG
As breath I took
upon field of daffodils
my soul a-bloomed.
expanding into
a heartbeat tune.

Rhythms exploded in chest
in moment, in air
as footsteps
made way for memories.

Time melted away
as self gave way
to a new consciousness
as season purged the last
making way for Spring.

Glory be I to awaken
and anchor on Gia’s soil.
The place where my essence
flowers in harmony.
inspired by Fecundeity  Thank you
Alia Apr 8
Lost in my own emotions
Where am I going
Where's my path
My senses are gone
They've been swallowed up by my loud mind
No air
No space to breathe
I feel trapped
Yet I'm free to make choices
Alone with my cold, dark thoughts
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