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 Nov 21 Hamzah
Lee
Our Paradox
 Nov 21 Hamzah
Lee
We’re tangled in contradictions.
Yesterday, we talked about a farewell,
About everything we might want in the future, each for ourselves.
Shared stories like we used to, as if there were no tomorrow.
Laughed together for the sake of our egos.
Stared, touched, and sent love, knowing it was the last time.

Now, the messages keep coming, unbroken,
And you’ve become my favorite notification I wait for.
We share everything we did today or yesterday,
Updates as usual, to keep the conversation alive.
We read each other’s poem(s),
Savoring and appreciating them,
As if we can’t let go,
As if the feeling is still there, so strong,
As if we’ve found our perfect place in each other’s arms,
And as if this is what we truly need in the end.

We’re still here, sharing the same space, though wearing different masks.
In this space, tangled between us,
I find comfort.
 Nov 20 Hamzah
Liana
He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all these nowhere promises
To somebody

He's as blind as he can be
Just sees what he wants to see
Nowhere man
Can you see me at all?

You shouldn't wait for someone to lend you a hand
You awful
Awful
Nowhere man
My father...

**Inspired by "Nowhere Man" by the Beatles
 Nov 20 Hamzah
Liana
Normal
 Nov 20 Hamzah
Liana
All my life
I had strived to be normal

Once I finally move to this new school
I will be normal
...I wasn't

Once I style my hair differently
I will be normal
...I wasn't

Once I join this club
I will be normal
...I wasn't

I never was
No matter the rules I made
The clothes I wore
The school I went to

No matter how many how many YouTube videos on how to make friends I watched
The techniques I tried
And the books I read

Now
Only now
Do I finally accept
And take pride in
The fact that I am weird


Now
I try to find
Other weirdos like me
And make them my friends
Instead of the copy pasted people

I am weird
But I am weird
In a good way
I think...?
 Nov 20 Hamzah
Lee
You held my hand with both of your hands,
as if you were telling me to trust every process we’ve been through.
You hugged me tight,
as if you were asking me to stay.
If the world asks for it, then I would nod as an answer.
With a smile on my face.

But, I know.
Our hands touched gently,
as a reminder that this is all over.
The hug we shared,
as a reminder that this is (maybe) our last goodbye.
The world asks for it.
It is what it is.

We made a deal, the world hasn’t ended yet.
Then I'll be happy about it.
 Nov 19 Hamzah
kacey
i think i’m in love with you but you can’t know that.
you sit across from me on the floor, legs crossed.
soft smoke fills the air as you tighten your grip around the pillow.
you shove your face in and groan.
‘is this about the girl again?’ i ask.
you lift your eyes to meet mine, desperation.
‘i can’t help it, i think i like her now,’ you say.
and in that moment, your hand pierces through my body.
as you rip a small piece of my heart out.
yet your bloodied hands look green,
and every ounce of hatred i should have for you disappears into the air,
as thin as the smoke that lingered.
 Nov 7 Hamzah
unknown
anger
 Nov 7 Hamzah
unknown
anger rises like a storm within,
a fire fierce, beneath the skin.
but pause and breathe, let the moment fade,
for peace is found where wrath is laid.

hold the flame, let patience grow,
in silent strength, let mercy show.
the storm will pass, the heart will mend,
for losing one's temper is wisdom's end.
sometimes, the moment catches up to your emotions and everything goes haywire, that’s why staying calm matters. imagine it from the perspective of a teenager whose emotions have soared like the towering mountains on mars. anger can burn as fiercely as fire, that’s why they say, “don’t let the spark control the flame.” don’t let the moment fool you, don’t let others fool you. no one holds your emotions but you, especially anger. don’t let them get to you. if they try, find a place of quiet, somewhere where you can just be, without pressure because the more crowded it gets, the closer you are to losing control. if you can’t find a place to hide, take out a piece of paper and write down EVERYTHING you’re feeling, pour it all onto the paper, don’t leave out anything. and the key to this is to do it right after the moment, because once the moment is gone, your consciousness returns, and with it, your awareness. if you’re scared someone will find the paper, burn it; if not, keep it hidden somewhere safe.

for as long as i can remember, i’ve struggled with my anger. people around me seem to despise me for it, but they don’t know how hard i try. when i break, it’s not just one branch that snaps, it’s the whole tree that comes crashing down. they don’t know what goes on inside me, and thank god for that.

i get where they’re coming from, but that doesn’t make it easier. i do my best, but sometimes the moment still catches up with me, and afterward, i feel terrible. the cycle just repeats itself, and if i don’t get a grip on it, it’ll only spiral.
 Nov 5 Hamzah
Ceeba
Leaf
 Nov 5 Hamzah
Ceeba
There are two types of people,
The wind and the leaf,
Guess which one am I...

I'm being blown in all different directions by this wind called life,
Destined to wilt and fall on the ground.

But I guess we're all leaves after all.
We start of as a bud, unfurling into a vibrant green leaf.
As seasons change, we turn to brilliant shades of red, orange, or yellow, before falling to the ground.

But the difference is there are those who live like the wind and those who are like me.
Who only get to rest when there's no wind,
Get peace when there's no wind,
Be in control when there's no wind,
But that's like saying when there's no wind, there's no life.
When there's no life, I'll live.
Uhm...so yeah, please don't get any ideas upon reading this. This is just how I'm feeling
 Nov 4 Hamzah
indi
there is something soft
in the way pain heals
how a fresh wound
hardens like a shield
and in time
blooms into new skin
how a purple bruise
reminds in its familiarity
that it will be alright
like it has been alright
so many times before
there is something gentle
in the way pain heals
how the heart is a muscle
that can be fatigued
that can be broken
and in time
be renewed
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