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 May 19 alia
Shaun Yee
lost soul screams into the night
filled with silent fear and ghoulish fright
waiting for a miracle for it to save
from descent to a gruesome grave
fear
 May 18 alia
Stardust
They flow like rivers
from a fresh stream,
When nurtured with love,
gently with care.
The poem talks about how curly hair can be compared to ocean waves instead of the usual (and often clichéd) comparison to noodles.
It suggests a shift in perspective—seeing curls as beautiful and flowing like waves, rather than just springy or chaotic like noodles.
 May 18 alia
PhantomSavage
I
Dont
Understand
Life
I
Dont
Understand
Myself
I
Don't
Understand
Anything
I
Don'­t
Understand
Please
Help
Me
Understand
How
To
Survive
The
Calm
Af­ter
The
Storm
After
So
Long
Living
In
The
Hurricane
 May 18 alia
Tokitou
no
 May 18 alia
Tokitou
no
they said it
and its over
i am done
and i am leaving
to a place i can be freely
i am dancing upon
the waves of pains
a single girl forever
unloved
unheard
unknown
unspoken
i recently just asked someone if it was over or if we could start over?
he said we are done,its over.so here i am single again
 May 18 alia
Ayisha R
There’s a fine line
between wants
and needs.

I don’t need you.

I just want you.

Could that be even worse?

✖️
_________

© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
 May 18 alia
Jellyfish
Untitled
 May 18 alia
Jellyfish
I keep trying to learn more
I want to understand myself better
I'm alone at the end of the day
No one else will put in the same effort as me.
 May 15 alia
Decembre
Forgotten
 May 15 alia
Decembre
Even in darkness there is still the moon.
Even when something is gone there's still our memory.
Unless we forget.
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