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 Jan 9 Diary of Jane
Liana
Running
Back
And forth
Reach the line

I'm not that bad out of shape
But still struggling

Throat burning
Head pounding as if there's someone trying to bang their way out
And lungs desperately fighting for air

I give up...

I sit down when I reach the line
And try to catch my breathe
Instead of running back

Chest rising and falling
With each gasp for air

Oxygen
Why do you hate me?
Lungs,
Why aren't you working?

Coughs hurt my throat
And make me weak

I take my inhaler
But it isn't working
It's just making me shaky

Panic rising inside me

I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't breathe

I take another puff
And wait
1
2
3
4
5
...
Breathe out
And couch violently

I'm going to die
I'm going to die
I'm going to die

No one notices
(this note was written by headphones that plays trombone as if it was a flute)
The worst part of living in the present
Is remembering something you once had in the past
And knowing you will never find it in the future.
If I could go back, I would search for you.
What would you search for?
No distance,
no time,
only this moment,
you and I,
as if the god above,
has listened to my heart's love.
Life is a series of moments.
One moment happy, the next sad. But when two hearts meet as one, nothing else matters......
An unforeseen situation has finally came to an end,

A flicker of light now guides me again.

The path, once unknown, now stretches ahead,

Leading me forward from where dreams had end.

The future I dreamed is now here in my sight,

A vision fulfilled, a shining new light.

I welcome it gladly, my heart open wide,

For this is the moment I’ve longed from inside
 Jan 9 Diary of Jane
Lidia
For me, the toughest thing would be
To forget the memories of you and me.
In my mind your lovely smile,
Flashes every once in a while.
I wonder, are you still my friend?
Things seem coming close to an end.
I meet many people, cool and new,
But, sorry it's impossible to forget you.
 Sep 2024 Diary of Jane
Ciel Noir
;)
 Sep 2024 Diary of Jane
Ciel Noir
;)
my heart was an open book
full of blank sections
and searching for meaning
I filled it with questions

I looked for connections
or some explanation
I looked for letters
and I found punctuation
 Aug 2024 Diary of Jane
rk
tempest
 Aug 2024 Diary of Jane
rk
you left
and suddenly i realised
why we started naming storms
after people.
- i wonder if the scent of thunder meeting earth haunts your memories.
Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.
 Aug 2024 Diary of Jane
Joan Doe
Sometimes saying goodbye to someone
doesn't nearly hurt as much
as saying goodbye to the version of you
that existed alongside them.
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