alia - Hello Poetry

alia Jun 24

Did He?

Did I fall for a rumour
wrapped in soft lies?
Whispers said he liked me—
I believed with closed eyes.

One says it’s false,
just talk in the air,
but why did it feel
like something was there?

A glance,
a pause,
a maybe smile—
I held it close
for quite a while.

Maybe it’s foolish.
Maybe it’s gone.
But part of me hopes
they all got it wrong.

Jun 19

Pri

I bite

I bite.
Not with teeth.
with silence,
with sharp glances,
with walls built higher than your reach.

I’m not cruel.
I’m just tired
of being kind first
and torn apart second.

You call it attitude.
I call it armor.
Because being soft
never saved me.
It only made the fall hurt more.

So I speak less now.
Agree less.
Trust less.
I pull away before someone has the chance
to walk out first.

It’s not that I don’t want love.
I’ve learned that even “I care about you”
can come with conditions.
Even soft hands
can leave bruises
you can’t see.

I bite
because once,
I didn’t.
And it nearly broke me.

(inspired by Isle of Dogs)

alia Jun 18

Porcelain Smile

I wear my grin like porcelain—
polished, perfect,
cracked beneath.

They see the shine,
not the spiderwebs
that threaten to split me clean.

I laugh on cue,
walk the line,
but every step feels like a dare—
will I break,
or bend again?

No one notices the hairline fault.
They only see
a masterpiece
that never asked
to be displayed.

But here’s the twist
they’ll never know:
I dropped the real me
years ago.

Jun 17

Khadi Alza

The ******* The Moon

On the dull, glittering white pearl,
A shining, soft light of swirls,
And on that pearl lives a little girl.

The leaves in her mind have blown away,
Leaving a bare branch in the bay.
She wonders if this is the way
Of thinking—on this pearl she stays.

alia Jun 16

hehe 🙃

Maybe it was your laugh,
Or your eyes,
Or your smile,
It could've been your hair,
Your personality,
The way you act,
Or even your voice,
But ****,
you made me fall for you pretty **** hard.

eh eh ape ni

alia Jun 16

…

They say don’t hate a boy too much,
Or one day, the lines might start to blur.
I swore I’d never change my view,
Yet something feels… different than before.

We barely talk, just passing by,
Yet his name lingers in the quiet.
Maybe we changed, or maybe not.

ineedluv

Jun 11

Abbott J Hardison

Who's Trying To Save The World

The real question may not be,
"Who's good and who's bad?"
It may be,

Who's trying to save the world,
Who's mislead?

So when we look upon the mess that we live in,
Consider it,
Who's trying to save this world,
Who's manipulated by it?

#saving #breaking