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The prince pulled her in,
Giving her his famous grin.
The princess stared,
Breathing? she didn't dare.

With a shuffle here,
And a shuffle there,
They twirled around,
Not making a sound.

Time slowed down,
Just the two of them with crowns.
A prince who's a mystery,
With such a history.
A princess in the ball,
Feeling ever so small.

He smiled,
She smiled.
And for once,
It felt like someone finally understood them.
Continuation of my poem: "They Meet!"
Smooth, shining orbs
Beneath my fingers—
Like marble-sized moons;
Small, mysterious, like a small, dazzling smile.

Once someone's treasure,
Now washed upon my shores.
In my hands,
Now in my bag,
Kept away from the Caribbean blue sky,
Salt-chlorine mixed sea,
And the seasoned breeze.

While the mermaids wail
For a piece of them, now gone—
Gone into my bag:
Smooth, damp pearls,
Holding their dearest memories—
No longer theirs to hold.
Her days
Is her pain.
Did some blackout poetry the other day.
Khadi Alza Jul 11
I wish to be as swift as the wind,
Winning gold in every race I’m in.

Granted!
But everyone expects you to win,
Giving you bricks of pressure with a grin.

I wish to make an endless flow of poems,
That tickles your insides and feels like home.

Granted!
But you are blinded by your talent,
Thinking it’s a rough sounding accent,
While everyone’s mind screams brilliant.

I wish to be as great as my friends,
And having those glittering events
— Like them.

Granted!
But you will never feel like enough,
Wondering if they ever had it tough.

I wish I will achieve my dreams,
Dreams as clean as my seams.

Granted!
But you don’t know that dreams of yours
Until you open the right door.

I wish…
Granted! But…

I wish…
Granted! But…

I wish…
Granted! But…

CAN’T I JUST HAVE MY WISH???
I guess I can’t
  Jul 9 Khadi Alza
Thirty Nine
Memory is a punishment
Forgetting is a crime
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