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 Jul 12 Ave Maria
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life
:)
I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer
 May 2023 Ave Maria
Strying
fear
 May 2023 Ave Maria
Strying
it comes so naturally to me these days,
each breath brings a wave of anxiety with it,
except this feeling doesn't leave when I breathe out,
it builds,
attacking my every cell,
till I can't breathe anymore.

I get stuck,
between walls,
about to be crushed,
frozen in time,
unable to escape.

a suffocating feeling,
helpless and alone,
reeling to break free.
Anxiety ***** but we are getting through it. I only have one day left of finals and then it's finally winter break!
:))
 May 2023 Ave Maria
Strying
snowfall
 May 2023 Ave Maria
Strying
surrounded by the light of a thousand snowflakes,
dancing and spinning in the winter sun,
I forget the cold.

their beauty brings me warmth,
and I smile as a snowflake lands on my hand.

I stare at it.

we're just two pieces of the universe.

but as it melts, I remember the cold.
I wish I had snow where I live without having to travel :)
You can hear the echo of their laughter ringing through the halls of bliss
voices rippled soft as feathers, swiveling down on earth like this!    
Airborne landings, joyful tickles, oh how innocent they are  
in the cradle of God's Kingdom, always landing like a star.
Feel the rush of wind on your heart without rescind ,  
as they flutter here and there doing as they please.  
They are often slow to anger, jovial and complete,
and if you ever are in danger they can take a giant leap.  
Sometimes, a wayward feather drops by unexpected time  
perhaps it is your Angel saying, " its your time to shine !"
Sometimes, you can hear them giggle from Elysian fields of blue  
where there are no storms or downpours, only heroes of the sun.  
Sometimes, you can see their antics if your eyes are rinsed and pure,
you can be their brave crusader using laughter as the cure.
Voices rippled soft as feathers swiveling down on earth like this,  
sometimes softer than a feather, arriving like a kiss.
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