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 Sep 16 Moo
Rirera
social
 Sep 16 Moo
Rirera
and I want to have a
friend.
 Sep 16 Moo
selma
Everything I have ever loved
has been written.
Letters hold my love together,
and I am forever bound to them.

So, if you have ever been loved by me,
if my eyes have admired you from afar -
you have been traced in ink,
and you live in between the lines.
 Sep 16 Moo
SP Welp
Confessions
 Sep 16 Moo
SP Welp
Do not love,
Half lover

Do not preach,
Orator
Preaching half truths

Do not dream,
Get by-er
Dreaming half dreams

Do not work,
Ease-seeker
Working half heartedly

And when around you;
Half dreamers, and half preachers, and half workers

Do not succumb

Do not conform

Do not become


Do not seek,
O contented one
Seeking to be different

Do not aspire,
O common one
Aspiring to be remembered

Do not pretend,
O masked one
Pretending to be what youโ€™re not

And when around you;
Contented ones, and ordinary ones, and masked ones

Do not conflate

Do not adopt

Do not plate


Do not achieve,
Self-obsessor
Achieving,
Then justifying

Do not think,
Deluder
Thinking,
Then fooling

Do not write,
Flaunter
Writing,
Then showing

And when around you;
Self-obsessors and deluders and flaunters

Do not get wooed nor woo

Do not rationalize

Do not do


Do not confide,
Manipulator
Confiding half-thoughts

Do not judge,
O fragile one
Judging, to be righteous

Do not promise,
Oathbreaker
Promising,
Then go forgetting

Do not undermine
When within-
You praise

Do not boast honesty
When you hide so
Nor of the latter
For that is not any better

And when in you;

A confider and manipulator
A judging one,
and a fragile one
A promiser and oathbreaker
An undermining one,
and a praising one
A truthful one, and a hider

You find,
Then-

Do not confide,
Only to then manipulate

Do not judge,
Only to then be fragile

Do not promise,
Only to then,
Oath-break

Do not undermine,
Only to then,
Yourself praise

Do not hide,
Only to then, of it, be honest


Choose

Half-lover
This is the 2nd poem I have ever written and is inpired from Khalil Gibran's "Do not love, half lovers" poem (Although I have not read it, I only know of the first line). I didnt read it more because i didnt want it to influence me too much while writing this.
P.S: The whole poem is just me talking to myself.
 Sep 16 Moo
Keyara S Trotman
โ€œ๐”œ๐”ฌ๐”ฒ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ญ๐”ฏ๐”ฌ๐”ญ๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ก๐”ฌ๐” ๐”ฒ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ฌ๐”ซโ€,
๐”–๐”ฆ๐”ค๐”ซ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ฎ๐”ฒ๐”ฆ๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ช๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ฑ.
๐Ÿฅ‚
๐Ÿ™ˆ
๐Ÿฅ€

๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ

๐”‰๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ฐ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ฌ๐”ช,
๐”—๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฑ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ,
๐”๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ฐ, ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ฑ๐”ฒ๐”ข๐”ฐ, ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ž ๐”ก๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฃ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐” ๐”ข.
๐”๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ด๐”ฆ๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ฉ๐”ถ ๐”ฃ๐”ฒ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ, ๐”ฉ๐”ž๐”ถ ๐”ฌ๐”ซ ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ค๐”ฏ๐”ž๐”ฐ๐”ฐ, ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ด๐”ฌ๐”ฏ๐”ฏ๐”ถ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฒ๐”ค๐”ฐ ๐”ข๐”ฑ๐” .
๐”‰๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ก๐”ฐ ๐”ฌ๐”ฃ ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”Ÿ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ๐”ฐ, ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข๐”ซ๐”ข, ๐”ž ๐”Ÿ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ด ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ซ๐”ก ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ž๐”ฉ๐”ฉ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ž๐”ด๐”ž๐”ถ.
๐”„ ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ฉ๐”ฆ๐”จ๐”ข ๐”ž ๐”Ÿ๐”ฌ๐”ช๐”Ÿ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ ๐”ข๐”ต๐”ญ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ก๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”ด๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ๐”ฑ ๐”ฐ๐”ข๐”ฑ, ๐”ถ๐”ข๐”ฑ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ž ๐”ช๐”ข๐”ž๐”ก๐”ฌ๐”ด๐”ฐ ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ข๐”ฉ๐”ก ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฆ๐”ช๐”ข ๐”ฆ๐”ฐ ๐”ค๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ข. โ„‘๐”ฑ๐”ฐ ๐”ซ๐”ฌ ๐”ฉ๐”ฌ๐”ซ๐”ค๐”ข๐”ฏ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ ๐”ซ๐”ข๐”ข๐”ก, ๐”ฏ๐”ฒ๐”ซ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฑ๐”ฌ ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฃ๐”ฆ๐”ซ๐”ฆ๐”ฑ๐”ถ.
๊จ„โžถ๏ธŽโˆž๏ธŽ๏ธŽ
๐’ฎ๐’พโ„Š๐“ƒโ„ฏ๐’น~ ๐’ซ๐“Ž๐“‰ ๐’ฆ๐’พฬจ๐“€๐’พฬจ
๐Ÿฅ€
๐Ÿ˜ตโ€๐Ÿ’ซ
๐Ÿฅ‚
โ„ณโ„ฏ๐’ถ๐’นโ„ด๐“Œ๐“ˆ ๐ŸŒบ
๐’ฒ๐“‡๐’พ๐“‰๐“‰โ„ฏ๐“ƒ ~ ๐’ฎโ„ฏ๐“… 16, 2025
A night sky is a piece of black paper,
With little holes drawn in chalk.
Rested by a soft, white, light,
Warmed by a nearby lantern.
If we were to leave the cold earth now,
And fly up, so high,
We would feel the warmth too.
I'd bet there's an empty star, somewhere far,
Sparkling against the inky sky.
If we're kind and treat it right,
That star will keep us safe,
If not for forever, than tonight.
Remember that you are deserving of that magical love, you simply have to find it.
I wanted to write this poem about you,
Tie in the northern lights,
Another lonely piece where I think about what we said.

But my fingers wouldn't type the words,
It seems my body is fed up with that.

I'm sorry for all my whining,
We're done here,
For a little bit at least,
Love you lady!
It only takes too long
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