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Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
awoken by his sudden kick under the covers.

She rolled onto her belly and stared at her sleeping lover.

Hovering just inches away from his face she watches

as his eyes twitched,

as his nose flared in every breath he took in.

And in every breath he let out she mimicked his breathing

so they’d be doing the same thing.

Like two butterflies in a jar,

who only had each other.

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Feb 23, 2013. 0217hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
When you least expect it

She slithers down your body

She rests in the depths of your heart

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February 27, 2013. 0047hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
Never touching my head
Fluffy and full
And not stained with drool
Placed right beside me
Providing company
When there is no you
Lying in bed with me too

**-AA
March 8, 2013. 0300hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
if someone pierces her nose

or ***** in her tummy

if she wears short shorts

even with stretch marks on her thighs

if someone only wears black

or only owns push-up bras

if she doesn’t floss

and never combs her hair

It’s okay

if that makes her feel beautiful

then she’s beautiful

and if you see it

you are too.

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March 12, 2013. 0101hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe you feel more than you think, although you think a lot because logic is important. Maybe underneath all that hardness, you’re made of mashed up emotions. Maybe you’re scarred and bruised, but healed and fine. Maybe you’re tired, but somehow because of that you’re inspired. Maybe you’re quiet because you like watching people and it feels safer inside your head. Maybe you’d rather do things alone because you don’t like participating when you can look at everything else when you take a few steps back. Maybe you’re misunderstood as indifferent and ignorant but all you really do is try to see the beauty in everything and love everything even if it’s bad. Maybe you don’t voice it out because you don’t want to seem fake since genuine kindness is rare these days and people don’t buy it so you don’t want to be isolated. Maybe people can’t see you for who you really are because you’re never close enough, so you always end up all alone. Maybe you don’t mind not being noticed, and all you need is the warmth of the love inside of you when you learn to love a world that is dead set on hurting you.

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March 15, 2013. 0551hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
How diamonds embedded in fine jewellery, are stained by the blood of malnourished labourers often forgotten by the first world democracy - Boasting mountainous elaborate skyscrapers, marked by the sweat and tears of underpaid construction workers struggling with debts and taxes. How a baby boy or girl is born, not without a mother’s pain - much greater than having major muscles torn. How an old married couple withers away side by side, masking decades of struggles and sacrifice.

All things beautiful were made from chaos.



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March 19, 2013. 0222hrs
Azimah Azmi Mar 2014
the warmness of your body

pressed up against me

but I lost my mind

when you crushed my chest

and stole my heart



It’s pretty sad

that it happens all the time

the person who grows inside you

ends up ripping you apart



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May 2, 2013. 0400hrs
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