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The start of anything new
often goes askew
in at least a way or two,
but don’t worry,
just be you,
and don’t write a lie
or try to pry
the words in the slightest.
They always know the best.
I write until something clicks. If it doesn’t click, I’m out of luck. If it feels true and just flows, that’s what I keep. It’ll come out in the shape it’s meant to be in—even it’s all over the page. Written in July 2025
Morning is not yet
dew is still wet on flowers
gentle glow of sun
Remember me not:
if you would
perhaps
just my one word
 Jun 8 Yashkrit Ray
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
Seed sown beside a towering tree
Grew roots in the ground, carefree.
Seed into bud, bud into tree,
Came into the world, a tiny pea.

The pea wept like a lonely bee,
Beside the tree, it found its glee.
Mother, you are my only dream,
You shine upon me like a beam.
They say it’s wrong, this fire in my veins,
Your touch—my balm, my bliss, my chains.
We meet in shadows, hearts alight,
A kiss, a crime beneath the night.

Let gods forbid, let fate deny,
I’d burn the world to hear you sigh.
Though we must hide what others flee—
You are, and will remain, my Aphrodite

— The End —