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3.5k · Jul 23
Bond
Zahra Jul 23
When I force frozen
meat apart before
it’s had time to thaw
it injures and tears
where the ice clings
too tightly.
  The meat no longer
whole, scatters into
broken bones and
bleeding fragments.
  Your absence undoes
me like this not all at
once, but with a quiet
rip, where we once
held each other too
close to separate
  without breaking.
3.4k · Jul 27
Believe
Zahra Jul 27
No one
drowns
in their
own
waters.
Fish
don’t.
How
could
you?
3.0k · Jun 28
Fallen Things
Zahra Jun 28
The sky was
cloaked
in gray.
the clouds
were weeping.
As I walked today,
tears began to
fall on me—
and they made
me fertile.
I saw golden leaves
lying crushed,
flattened
by footsteps
that never paused.
Nature often
held me,
gently even when
she grieves,
And I wondered—
If God had told us
That fallen things
were sacred,
Would we
have loved
them better?
Would we
have tread
more lightly?
Seen beauty in
their break?
Found grace
In letting go?
Would we
have stopped
Before the
bruised things—
Not out of pity,
But reverence?
On sharp stones
Lay orange
flowers,
Their sleep
just ending—
As if they were
still dreaming
Of the sun.
And in their quiet,
Something
inside me
softened, too—
A stillness,
A small bloom,
A reminder
That even
broken things
wake beautifully.

🌸🍁
2.9k · Aug 13
[🚦]
Zahra Aug 13
stop! I said to
this clanging mind
go! I said to my
hedonist heart
neither of the
  two deserves
my body.
Zahra Jul 9
Last night,
 meant to
loosen
the bulb
I wrapped
my hands
in woven
cloth, and
coaxed the
moon down
instead
It creaked,
blushed,
and fainted
slipped into
my palm,
like a lover.
833 · May 4
🦋
Zahra May 4
She's under
Cinderella's
spellbound night.
The reality will
seep in soon.
691 · Aug 20
[Two Soft Things]
Zahra Aug 20
i used to think
love had to be loud to be real
like coronation drum beats

but yesterday,
i saw it in the rain

when water meets water,
there’s still impact

two soft things
can still make waves

that’s what happens
when love is real
it amplifies.
657 · May 28
🏊‍♂️
Zahra May 28
We can't know the sea's
depth without the swim,
Nor gauge tomorrow's
progress until it's lived.

Everything reveals
itself—in motion.
584 · 6d
[Shadow]
Zahra 6d
i see the moon panting
during a solar eclipse,
pulling the sun out of our sight
it feels like a burial
not with dirt,
not with a shovel,
not with a shroud,
not with a grave,
but with its own shadow.
🌔
523 · May 16
🖋🦕
Zahra May 16
Sometimes, it feels like
words have become
extinct dinosaurs,
Like the earth has
already sunk them
deep.
fossils♡
469 · Apr 27
Inclined
Zahra Apr 27
Peel me like an orange, layer by layer.
Slurp me like iced tea with boba's gentle tap,
Sniff my skin like roses in the morning dew.
Consume me like ripe mangoes and olives, a blissful thrill,
Heal me like a whispered promise, a gentle, loving pill.
421 · Aug 4
[..]
Zahra Aug 4
My heart
is another
miracle
you could
spot from
the quietest
parts of the
world.
Zahra Jul 30
i fear
that folded
slip with my
father’s stages
chronicled
in fading
script and
quiet list
of my
mother’s
final
condiments,
whatever
might make
death taste
less bitter
i don’t
want grief
to tear
anything
our parting
should be
like clouds
drifting in
shear
soft and
undramatic.
372 · May 19
🌿
Zahra May 19
Breath finds its
way to the ribs.
How do we draw
love near?
proximity ♡
371 · Jul 15
A candy was just a candy
Zahra Jul 15
When I was a kid,
emotions were
monotonous.
A candy was
just a candy.
Happiness came
fast and full.
I didn’t wonder
who gave it,
or why.
I just smiled
and ate.
Now,
I think too much
about hearts,
about hands,
about faces,
about the things
people want
when they give.
Now, a candy feels
like a trap.
Love feels like a deal.
And the world?
Too heavy
for joy to be simple.
360 · May 8
(🐦) Tribute
Zahra May 8
If I were a bird, I'd have flown
To your grave each day
Sharing grains of life.
297 · Jun 7
🍒
Zahra Jun 7
He stirred her moons—
left them pulsing like distant stars.
282 · Jun 20
🌙
Zahra Jun 20
I stretched far enough
to hug the moon—
and it didn’t flinch.
It stayed—unbothered,
like it had been waiting.
266 · Aug 17
[🍺]
Zahra Aug 17
In youth, love
  is concentrated
like sugar in a
drink-
restless,
rushing
fizzing.
250 · Jun 3
🍑
Zahra Jun 3
You placed that long,
humming conduit in me
and I jolted, a surge in the
dam, my limbs stuttering
like loose wires, no rhythm,
no balance —just current.

My body answered—  
before I did.
248 · May 11
🌕
Zahra May 11
Her wounds were stitched
with threads of patience,
And from the hurt,
a moon emerged,
A glowing orb of light.
243 · May 25
🌕❤️
Zahra May 25
Love reveals our
bare selves—like
the full moon, clear
and veritable.
Zahra 4d
Sometimes our
emotions behave
like nomads,
camping in unknown
  places for days,
  trying to
   understand life.

They fall with a
heavy slump,
reluctant to rise
like a hippo,
half-submerged,
reclining in mud
with a slow,
  muddy squelch.
a poem about how feelings camp and sink into mud
193 · Jun 5
♀️🌷♀️
Zahra Jun 5
We lose our true selves—
no longer misted like a morning bud—
the thickened, tangled relationships
bury seeds inside our faith,
turning it dark.

—this is the quiet inheritance of womanhood.
191 · Jun 21
🌳
Zahra Jun 21
Like wild trees,
people branch out
fiercely—unconscious.

Some limbs reach
for light,
while others curl
into shadow.

Each one is growing
in their own time.
It’s never about you.

Don’t be bothered
by the thorns they wear.
A tree must grow them—
it’s part of its nature,
like armor,
like a dress.
186 · Jul 18
Bone Pulp
Zahra Jul 18
I used to be
a difficult kid
when it came
to eating.
I didn’t
raid fridges
in quest
of food.
To ensure
my good
health,
my mother
fed me
spoonfuls
of bone pulp
on bunk beds.
She’d scoop
it out,
blowing air
to cool its fire,
then press it
into my
mouth
with the
quiet panic
only a mother
knows
fearful I’d turn
my head,
or spit
what she
believed
might
save me.
184 · Jun 25
✔️♡
Zahra Jun 25
We need only
four things to
be whole—
love,
support,
a friend,
and— God.
180 · Jun 18
👀
Zahra Jun 18
Your absence hit
like a stem,
fresh-cut—
sap still weeping,
leaves still turning
toward a blue,
fictioned sun.
175 · Jul 12
🦜🦜
Zahra Jul 12
A duo of
parrots
has been
fluttering
they’ve
made my
  room a stage.
Their wings
flap like
applause.
Everyone
calls it
sweet
I call it
performance.
I reject how
loud,
visible,
and simplistic
their love seems.
I don't like love
that performs in
daylight,
I want a love
that’s curtained
and cryptic.
174 · Jul 26
Sunflower
Zahra Jul 26
Its skin streaked
with rain and soil,
bows beneath
just a few drops
of water
grateful for even
that small sip.
Its stem,
a little bent,
its face
still golden.
And in that
gesture,
I saw the
grace of
needing little
   but receiving fully.
169 · May 9
☀️🌊
Zahra May 9
Their lips brushed
against each other
like the sun leans over
to kiss the ocean.
Zahra Jun 13
It wasn’t calm the world gave me—
just noise, softened by the
peace I grew.
I became my own sanctuary.
Some days, life was quiet—
clear, blue, and serene,
multiplying my happier
reflections in water.
But I exist where shadows bend—
on both sides of the moon.
And I breathe in the hollow
vacuum of feeling.
164 · May 30
🪴♡
Zahra May 30
Sometimes love sits stagnant—
like excess water in a wide
flower ***.
Other days, it’s just enough
for tender roots on a balcony,
absorbed and quietly drunk.

It swells and thins like a tide
beneath the surface—
shaping what grows above.
trace
162 · Apr 23
Rotation
Zahra Apr 23
In a womb of time, we grow,
and heal,
where blood filled vessels
provide foresight into what's,
destined for us.
162 · May 22
🪁
Zahra May 22
You don't know
where the kite goes.
You just have to
let it ride.
157 · May 2
Stimulate
Zahra May 2
She unclothes herself,
As summer's fiery
passion stirs her fingers,
Finding joy
In bare truths.
154 · Aug 14
[Influence]
Zahra Aug 14
The sun
says nothing,
yet the
world
answers-
warbling,
chirring,
tweeting.
The sun opens
me like a door
each day and
the moon is
my final exit-
and between
these two
i'm kept.
149 · Apr 25
Liberation
Zahra Apr 25
I survived your Judas kiss.
It was a bee sting, a torrent of pain.
You shoved me off like a lovable pet,
unleashed in a squall.
146 · Jul 29
[Prohibited Things]
Zahra Jul 29
In my
deepest
slumber
i do
   prohibited
things
crawl
through
the soft
dark,
a thud
inside
your
organs
they
  begin to
squirm
i leave
no
language
just
presence
upon
awakening
a twitch
in the
thigh,
salt
on the
tongue,
heat
trapped
between
joints
somewhere,
you shift.
somewhere,
i remain.
145 · May 13
🪷♡
Zahra May 13
I yearn for a lotus leaf
drifting and merging
with waters that gently
flow into a sacred grove,
where paths route
to heaven.
143 · Jul 24
[Integration]
Zahra Jul 24
Sometimes
out of purpose,
Sometimes
out of love,
Sometimes
out of necessity,
Sometimes
for a reason,
Sometimes
accidentally,
We make
someone happy.
And in those
quiet moments,
we feel
most human.
136 · Jun 24
🧊
Zahra Jun 24
I feel myself
being consumed
by the universe—
a little more each day.

The sky draws light
from my wounds,
and pulls colour
from my blood—
into rainbows.

I melt,
drown,
vanish—
like ice in wine,
quietly disappearing.

My edges
start to blur,
my shape
less defined.

Though I vanished,
I made the act
of giving fuller—
Like melting ice
lifting water,
An ascent
born gently
from my dissolving.
136 · Aug 7
[🌅]
Zahra Aug 7
What’s the
use of
knowing
life deeply
when it
  leaves before
dawn?
133 · Jun 10
🌺🌺
Zahra Jun 10
My mother once said:
No one is born turtle-shelled.
It’s the world that distills us into
resilience—pressure folding us
inward, like soft fruit behind
a spiked rind.

Inside, we are tender—
even the durian has
sweetness.
131 · Aug 9
Meaning can't wait
Zahra Aug 9
One
wacky
thing
about
learning-
you start
off,
knowing
less but,
feeling
sure,
you tack
on extra
syllables-
animal
becomes
'aminal',
you drop
a few-
fish turns
into "ish'
we’re born
naming
things,
impetuously,
because
meaning
can’t wait.
121 · Jun 1
☀️🌔😚
Zahra Jun 1
Love and hatred descend
in a hierarchy, unraveling
from above—where sun
and moon once kissed,
and love began.

  The sky wrote love—
before we could name it
kiss of the cosmos
120 · May 24
🌌 ♡
Zahra May 24
The sky convulses,
a star plummets, plunges
into the earth, and is gobbled
up by the soil— leaving
no signs of vitality
or decay.
fate and gravity
119 · Aug 8
Throat
Zahra Aug 8
I tumbled
deep into
the garden’s
throat in
a dream,
  where scent
was thick
enough to
breathe
like water.
When i
tried
to lift my
body out,
roses
clutched
at me
tendrils
looping
my wrists,
stems
curling
my ankles,
petals
cupping
my heart.
Some
amputated
their roots
from the soil,
'howling'
refusing to
snap me off
  themselves.
119 · Jul 21
Altruism
Zahra Jul 21
Altruism
has
become
an old
film reel,
where grief
looked noble
and death
had meaning.
Now people
water
relationships
for their
own springs.
115 · May 31
💐
Zahra May 31
Your soul keeps returning,
even in death—like sea
remnants brought back
by restless waves...

    Grief comes like the
   sea—never done,
never dry.
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