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Antonia Feb 2
contemplating,
elevating,
doubt.
stay still
or risk to not get out

quick sand
an even quicker life
and bye

you never leave,
the way you came
no glory or miracle at bay
just flesh and bones
preparing to decay

and so it goes,
now still, can stay
  Dec 2024 Antonia
jules
Some people glide through life—
clean suits,
straight spines,
their hands untouched by the dirt
we call home.

And then there’s us.
We shuffle, we stumble,
we laugh too hard at bad jokes
and spend too long staring at walls
that don’t answer back.

Our lives are broken bottles
held together with tape—
still sharp, still dangerous,
but ours.

And if we ever make it—
if we ever find a way to rise,
we’ll leave claw marks on the edge
to remind them
we were here.
  Nov 2024 Antonia
Vuyiwe
It all fell apart,
To fall in place
Antonia Nov 2024
In the quiet of your mind,  
Fragments twist, collide, and bind
A world where chaos finds its song,  
A pulse beneath the shifting throng.  

Lines bend, then break and rise,  
Seeking connection through tangled skies,  
Red and black, dark and bright,  
Balance hidden in the fight.  

You draw the storm, then trace the calm,  
In every mark, a healing balm,  
Through splintered paths, you find your way,  
The pieces speak what words can't say.  

And in your heart, there lives a beat,  
A dance between the dark and sweet
A canvas wide, a soul that yearns,  
In brokenness, your spirit learns.
a poem about my art
Antonia Sep 2024
I can’t finish a thought
but my thoughts will be the end of me..
Antonia Sep 2024
day after day
time passing through,

thought after thought
they're all about you.

Mr. permanent resident
inside my head

I built you a castle,
made you a bed
and each night
I watch you
laying your head
on or memories and you cover yourself
with my love
Antonia Sep 2024
walking down the road
steps on crunchy leaves

looking up and down
humming to myself

feel the chilly breeze
smell the autumn air

taking it all in
each step, each leaf, each day
before you realise

another seasons passed,
and it’s already May
what a great challenge it is, to remain present..
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