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Crow tends the cuckoo,
its heart cracked, yet still it heals
shadows nurse the thief.

 4d
Liana
He’d call me into the bathroom
Pinch my arm
Or find cut on my skin
And rub alcohol on it
“Doesn’t that feel good, Liana?”
He’d say

I knew I only had one option
And that was to say yes
Not poetic but I wanted to know if this was truly weird or not because it was very common in my house. I was talking to my friend and suddenly realized that this wasn’t normal. Is it normal? She said it wasn’t and looked confused/concerned. So many things that seemed normal weren’t I guess but I don’t know about this one.

Edit: Yup confirmed. Not normal.
 4d
Liana
I just want someone to love me enough
That the scars seem just as beautiful as my eyes to them
 5d
Sakhi
At 5, her smile was bright,
Which soon burned out like a fading light.
Made some friends, lost some more,
Tried being happy with a heart so sore.

At 13, she caked her face,
To fit in a world which was a maze,
Was called a ***** for trying hard,
Pierced her heart like a game of dart.

At 17, she found a love,
Thought she found a pure white dove.
Love was lust and shattered her,
He left her like a toy mere.

At 21, everyday she cried,
She ain't living, she just survived.
Wore a white gown, took a piece of blade,
Soon the white gown whole turned to red.
 5d
aAr
Every night
my harrowed mind
dive into our littered memories
that's evermore enshrined in my dreams.
 5d
matt r
i am found in love with you

in constellations hot
likeawish,
        burning
        &cascading gainst
the outline of romance,

stargazer,you

watch his arms hold her
& pushes her spine
into him
               contouring
swooning heart & bullet
breathing
                 'gainst her neck

take your eyes
                            as fireflies
in the humidity of dance
& come entangled in it

realise the melting of day
& fade in,so take me. i am less
        than a galaxy away

& that is so why i love you
facing deepest truth—
in the belly of the whale
finding purpose there
my attempt at Haiku for Writer's Digest daily poetry prompt writing challenge for April 15, 2025, "Write a poetic form poem and/or anti-form poem." I chose to write about liminal spaces, essentially because, I'm almost drawn to them. Although most of them tend to be nostalgic, eerie, isolating, haunting, confusing or disorienting, I find the transition to be beautiful. There's a sense of hope in uncertainty that I find remarkable in all of us. How we overcome our obstacles and turn them into our victories. They're incredibly inspirational to me. Looking at it from a melancholic view, I think most writers/poets are melancholic, or at least a little cholic (you'll only get this if you're an office fan, maybe not even then). I tend to be drawn to nostalgia or even longing or heartbreak. It's morbid and depressing I guess, but I find loads of learning, inspiration and opportunity there.
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