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 1d Azaria
Lyle
there are broken pieces all around me
and the more I try to pick them up
the more I get cut
I stare at the blood
is it worth it?
to put myself back together
if it only hurts me worse?
I set down the pieces
I don't use them to stab the ones who broke me
I don't use them to fit back into the puzzle
I simply lay them down
and pretend like they don't exist
 1d Azaria
Liana
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
He asks
It's because I want to hug him and tell him he's so so lovable
And that he is a boy
But I can't

"I'm happy you're writing again, but I'm sad for you"
I say
I want to cry for him
Take all the hurt
And I know that's crazy
Either way I can't
And I won't

The bad side of caring so much I suppose
I want to cry for other people often. This moment today though was hard because I felt so helpless. I couldn't do anything to stop the pain. And it's not even socially acceptable to randomly hug people, so that wasn't there either. I don't know, but when it comes to my friends and loved ones I tend to be like this.
 4d Azaria
Erenn
Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


Erennwrites
Believes in nothing, not dark or light,
No stars to lead through endless night.
Mind a void, heart adrift,
Soul untethered, lost in rift.

No gods to call, no fate to trust,
Just fleeting moments that turn to dust.
Search for meaning but find none near,
Tell me love, is it lonely out there?
this is not about god
Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons

and you know it all
to be connected

yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you

you are not a ghost like you think
you make me feel
like a torn paper.

I loved you
like the stars ache
for the moon.

My heart yearns
for you every time
you pass by.

I feel charmolypi
every time I meet you.

I feel solace
with you by my side.
THE WORD CHARMOLYPI MEANS A BEAUTIFUL KIND  OF SORROW
THIS POEM IS FOR THE ONE WHO'S EVER FELT LOVE AND PAIN
 4d Azaria
alex
Much like you
I feel pain
when I am wounded

I cry
when my heart
shatters quietly

I begin to doubt
when silence
lingers too long

And I light like fire
when I feel
seen by you

because, much like you,
I want to be truly loved
even if it’s the last thing I do.
We carry different sorrows but dream alike
But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didn’t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?
This was just something quick that came to me reminiscing about kitchen nightmares
 4d Azaria
Jamie
a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle
I love the library
 4d Azaria
alex
It’s always better
to be completely alone
than to feel alone
in a group of people.
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