Hira Ally

Apr 2016

ellie

remember when you told me sleep was just practice? remember how when i asked what for, all you could manage was sea-foaming at the mouth and tired eyes?

funny how i see in black and white now. funny how i can still see sea-foam-blue.

one of the many things you taught me was to always keep eulogies tucked between my ribs in hopes of memorizing them by heart. i never knew heart break until words i can't remember writing—or, maybe, wont remember writing came spilling out of my mouth like reverse lockjaw.

but i remember the way you choked up and coughed out apologies as if you were fighting tides of pride; words getting caught in your throat—a foreshadowing of salt the water in your lungs.

i know i tend to ramble, and i know you tend to hate that but i swear god this had a point. i guess what i'm trying to say is, i never meant to be your anchor. i never wanted to drag you down.

#suicide #sad #depression #desperation #drowning #ocean #sea #pride

Hira Ally Apr 2016

Bleeding Feeling

Bleeding Feeling

No one saw that one feeling
In her heart, was bleeding.
She woke up in the morning
And inside her, was already storming.

She went to school
Acted cool
And smiled like a fool
As if, the storm was subsided
And dreaded
The moment she'll be all alone
The fake face gone.

Her mind travelled through space and time
What was her crime?
She wasn't beautiful?
She gazed in the mirror and her eyes were pitiful
And heavily judging
No, she was a monstrous human being.

She battled to survive
Screamed at sleep, silenced at live
She became a star
And fought her war.

He was an asteroid in her life.
And broke through her heart like a knife.

Her heart erupted in cries
And told her to close the eyes
But close them for eternity
Only then, the volcano would quite down
Granting her the calm, unmoving sea she longed for.
And like a star exploding in a supernova
She left the world with the one feeling
In her heart, still bleeding.

#love #bleeding #feeling

Apr 2016

Esther Huang

D/istance

You tumble your gentle words
into the well of my inarticulate silence
Beckoning excitedly to me to come, come
And the ghosts, they don’t quite know what to do
In the presence of joy as lovely as your’s

You remember the best of me
When i barely understand the worst
And amidst the madding throngs
quietly retell those stories of old
In the most familiar of voices
Until they seep into my skin and well my eyes
with long streams of relief

For all my exquisite words I still cannot articulate
How home draws incomprehensibly closer
When you simply let me be
the girl I thought I forgot

Hira Ally Apr 2016

What Life Is

Life Is
A quest for the "I" inside us

Not
A stage drama for the "Eye" of the world.

#life

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