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Your words
they fall silent
but your life
is a poem

Each motion
and gesture
by Heaven
are known

You rhyme
every smile
your eyes
metered guides

To love
written couplets
of joy
— from inside

(To Kathryn: March, 2025)
Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.

Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.

Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)

Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.

Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.

Stay.
Stay.

But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.

A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.

The ground is a love letter
written in violet, waiting for rain.

03/04/2025
Jacaranda's have bloomed in my school.
Farewell :(
A thief walks in . . .
a robber runs out .
 Mar 22 Druzzayne Rika
alia
I try, I change—never enough.
I smile, I bend—never enough.

I give my all, I break, I mend,
But nothing seems to reach the end.

I speak, I wait—never enough.
I fade, I stay—never enough.

No matter how hard, no matter how much,
I’m always too little, I’m never enough.
this is about trying so hard but still feeling like it’s not enough—no matter what I do, it feels like no one really notices. It shows how exhausting it is to keep chasing something I know I’ll never reach.
The
poet nods
The
writer writes
The
reader reads
Time
ignites
the
UNHEARD
and
UNSEEN
just gained
SIGHT
.
Ofcourse I know the title are weird
or
perhaps
it's
a sign of the times :)
✌️&1❤️
.
Her lips are like
wet orchids, dressed in
the spring rain,
waiting to be
kissed and
caressed.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
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