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they say that to love someone in a lifetime,
you have to attend a thousand funerals
of people who they used to be.

i stood before yours in disbelief,
as you stood before mine;
pale, cold, grasping for life.

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Inspired by Priebe's words.
she was a dreamer,
who spends her days scribbling
her thoughts and dreams onto paper,
only to tear off the page,
folded onto a paper airplane,
blown with her passionate soul
towards a cosmic travel.

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Iléana Amara Jun 26
in the subtlety of time,
they dragged me into a dark pit of existence,
sundered my being with their sharp claws
of everything as dark as their eye pupils
they had no ears to listen to my wails,
chained in terror, at loss for hope;
I was their sole epitome of misanthrope,
birthed by my own mind; demons beyond my scope

loneliness engulfed me; the downside of solitude
demons voided me from a life well-pursued
they were an illusion who loves to delude,
day by day, I attempted to befriend them,
what better way to lure an enemy into a friend condemned?

yet there was a root to its subsistence,
there was pain to its persistence,
it was real, desiring for our coexistence.

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Iléana Amara Jun 24
𝐼'𝑚 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑖𝑛' 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛' 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒
hold me close, I don't want to feel in love yet alone
a tattered young soul, dressed in sad monochrome

𝐷𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛' 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠, 𝑛𝑜𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑔𝑜
feeling lost, counting streetlights as the wind blow
perhaps on a midnight search of a heart's afterglow

𝐹𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒
breathing in love as romantic gothics fell on the floor
tired eyes of a restless lover fighting a nonsense war

𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑜𝑚 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤
but all good and worthy things come after a beautiful woe
caressed my wounds and scars, from where flowers grow.

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Inspired by the song "Leaning on Myself" // Anna of the North.
Iléana Amara Jun 19
when you breathe life and forget about existence
paving a secret passage towards happiness,
ecstatic, passionate, alive; beating up cruel fate's wittiness.

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Iléana Amara Jun 19
I think it's beautiful to be constantly reminded
that orchestras are composed of diverse instruments
embracing individuality to create a harmony undead,
by the conductor's hands, a music lives, unfolding beautiful sentiments.

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A gentle reminder that there is no need for racism to reign over our lives; our individuality as human beings makes us who we are, and if we could embrace this wholeheartedly, we too, most likely create a harmonized diversity.
Iléana Amara Jun 16
I beg for the heavens to breathe me back to life;

all the tough walls have been breached
it was inner peace, I am trying to reach
I bled from nowhere, have to learn how to stitch,
my life to a lifeless soul seems to have been switched

heavens did not hear me for days and weeks,
I was left thinking, sometimes bare existence is a misery.

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