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 May 9 Xyna
Varg
Oh, darling,
When will you understand?
My heart beats only for you,
and if one day I cease to love you,
then I shall cease to be.
For our love floats in the air,
in every drop of gentle rain,
in every sunbeam of a beautiful dawn.
My love for you is my entire life.

This unreturned love
will never feel like a punishment.
That you are part of my mind and heart
is my greatest blessing.
And if I must gaze at you from afar
for the rest of my life,
I will do so proudly.
To see the woman of my life for eternity?
It will be my greatest pleasure..
 May 6 Xyna
diamond star
In a distant land, a city bright,
Where olive trees bathed in golden light.
Fields of oranges, ripe and sweet,
Where children’s laughter filled the streets.

The markets buzzed with joy and song,
With bread and sweets the day stretched long.
And in the air, so soft and near,
The call to prayer, both calm and clear.

A boy named Adil, young and free,
Kicked a ball beside the sea.
His laughter rang through ocean’s roar,
His joy, untouched, his spirit pure.

The sky, once bright, shattered apart,
A deafening BOOM that shook the tide.
The earth exploded, a deafening roar,
Shaking the heavens, tearing the floor.

Adil, still laughing, thought it was a game,
Chasing his cousin, calling his name.
But with each step, the world shook more,
And childhood crumbled to the floor.

His cousin’s grip was all he knew,
They ran, though neither understood.
“What game is this?” young Adil cried,
As they fled with nowhere to hide.

They ran through streets of bloodied cries,
Each corner echoing with broken skies.
Adil, with innocence in his chest,
Held his cousin’s hand, still thinking this was a test.

Where once stood a shop full of sweets,
Now rubble, fire, and twisted streets.
The joy he knew had turned to dust,
The city crumbled—lost to rust.

Still, Adil ran, his mind confused,
This had to be a game, he mused.
“Mama,” he whispered, wild with dread,
But this was not a game he had been led.

Through empty streets, they ran in vain,
Until cold metal came like rain.
A machine, massive, towering high,
Once seen in movies—now his sky.

Adil stood, still thinking it’s a race,
The terror too real, too much to face.
“Is this the game?” he thought in fear,
But the nightmare pressed far too near.
This poem reflects the innocence of childhood, and how quickly that innocence can be shattered by the horrors of war. It was inspired by the ongoing conflict in Gaza and the devastating impact on children caught in the crossfire. I wanted to show the heartbreaking reality that innocent souls, full of hope and joy, are forced to endure such unimaginable pain
 May 6 Xyna
shadowsoul
"I grew up some sort of monster, some sort of ghost."

Not the kind of monster that hides under beds and awaits their victim, but a monster without a voice. A monster that couldn't speak. Only abused, demonized, and misunderstood. Under the face, the hood of a pretty girl, I am a darkness. I am a void. A collection of knowledge, a bunch of photographs disorganized. My True Self long gone, breeded into a psychopath. A disgusting mess, bathing in sunlight, taking in the green. Life is silent. My mind is not.
 May 6 Xyna
Agnes de Lods
After the pain of the human body,
silence arrives,
not good, not bad,
just without noise,
without splendid glory,
filled with unfinished thoughts
of those who loved or were loved.

Crossing through an amorphous gate,
their material vessels vanish slowly
in the rotting smell,
inevitable deconstruction
in the same irreversible order.

The red liquid comes back
to the primordial elements,
to Earth, to Air, to Void,
everything and nothing.

We who are still breathing,
create new interpretations
to be more distant than close
to the elusive insight.

Clearing our space
we put various convictions
in our grief drawer, suffering,
looking for consolation—
against the final revelation.

The cosmic conscious dust
returns to the circle of life.
Does it matter what comes after?
Just stay now,
open your arms,
embrace a tender emptiness.
 May 6 Xyna
shadowsoul
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 May 6 Xyna
shadowsoul
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"I take in all the beauty of the world. But the inside of my mind is a dark realm."

I am selfish. My professor told me "the universe doesn't care about us." To an extent, it's true. God doesn't give a **** about my pain and suffering. I'm supposed to follow my "purpose" and "god's will." I have no control of such things in my life. Narcisscisticly, I blame God and the invisible beings that surround me for everything. Arent they the ones who ruin my mind? Who stand by acting helpless while I get abused, and "learn my lesson?"

How is childhood trauma a "lesson?" What kind of cruel God would punish a child? And yet, I'm supposed to stand here, grateful for the strength I needed to survive in this ****** up patriarchy?

What good is strength, if there is nothing in my life except pain and emptiness, loneliness, and misery? What good is strength, if I, in my own world, am alone, if the fate of my life depends on me, yes, that is what strength is needed for.

But why should I be happy that I'm strong? Why should that bring me happiness, Shafari? Or maybe it shouldn't.

You don't want me to be happy, you selfish *****.
this sounds like a made up story but it is actually my life.
what's the difference?
 May 6 Xyna
shadowsoul
It would feel so amazing
For me to die
and watch the guilt drown you

I'd do anything
I'd **** myself
Just to watch you bleed
 May 6 Xyna
Ryan O'Leary
Nor a grain of rice
not a solitary lentil
or functioning taps
but pots to cook in
 May 6 Xyna
PoetTree
I’ve always been unwanted..
Unseen
Always in the background watch the scene
It was supposed to be about me yet I was not seen
The look of unwanted isn’t something i haven’t seen
The words that were spoken to left me unwanted and unseen
I left so quickly so I wouldn’t be down
But I stayed close so others around me wouldn’t frown
The day was for me yet I put my needs aside as they went unseen
I stayed for you and I went for you
For you and for you because you are seen
I put my heart aside so your heart could be full
I watched from a distance still unseen
My emotions were all over the place
I was crashing
Everyone seen it but only one acted
Only one was by my side and helped me calm
I came back inside and tried to stay calm
Yet you didn’t see
Because I was unwanted and unseen
That’s always been my life
The girl in background
She didn’t have any lines
The days that were supposed to be about her they were turned into something that made her unseen and unwanted
Her anger was not of born
It grew with every ignore
Her heart burns with rage and her jaw hurts from grace
She plays her emotions as overreacting
Only so the ones close wouldn’t react
She still wants to be seen and wanted
But after tonight she knows she’s unseen and unwanted
 May 6 Xyna
nicole
5-6-25   2:29pm

underneath the glitter
the lights
behind the music that makes your ears ring
the screams
and so much rage

there's someone who longs for love
bathes in the quiet
reads her poetry
and sits in solitude


do you see it?
most likely not
she buries it deep
hides it behind a shield
masked as an armor
protected from society
Do I wish to live among them?
Sometimes “yes”, most often “no”.
In that mix of grazers grazing,
Until they’re told it’s time to go.
Would I let them sheer me?
Feed me? Breed me?
In some other life,
Perhaps, who knows?
But terms like “trending topics”
Tend to wound my very soul.
And only rarely have I found another
Who can understand my goal.

But halt!

I fear that I can take no more,
My cup has already overflowed.
The term “social” has become a four letter word for me in so many regards.
I don’t understand why more of us don’t abstain, when so many seem to express the same distaste I have. What keeps them going back?
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