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58 · Apr 9
Not A Poem but…
Khadi Alza Apr 9
Have you guys ever noticed how the the person u follow
Or a persons profile on hp says that they have
Say, 50 poems?
But u can only see 10?
Well, i do.
And it’s so frustrating!
Only when i logged out i can see it,
And i cant even react or comment to it.
:(
If only it was fixed….
All those beautiful poems i can’t read and/or react to…
52 · May 7
Alone
Khadi Alza May 7
A little girl all alone,
With no place to call home.
Her red shoes the only thing she owns,
Given to her by a grumpy old gnome.
On the dull, glittering white pearl,
A shining, soft light of swirls,
And on that pearl lives a little girl.

The leaves in her mind have blown away,
Leaving a bare branch in the bay.
She wonders if this is the way
Of thinking—on this pearl she stays.
47 · Apr 6
A Spell Of Courage
Khadi Alza Apr 6
What is it, my dear?
Why is there a tear,
Glistening down your cheek.
What is it, dear child, do you seek?

Oh, fairy godmother!
It is they, they're the bother!
With their snobbish attitude,
Leaving me here, in solitude.

They make my heart aches,
While I give them smiles that are all fakes.
They don't listen to me!
You see,
They cut my words like a dagger,
Which makes them the ragger!

Life with them is tough
And if I try to talk, they'll scoff.
So I just keep quiet,
While they make a nonsense riot.

Fairy godmother, I beg of you,
To cast a spell that's true,
That would help me
And set me free.

Oh, that, my dear, I can.
But here's the plan:
You follow after me,
For saying what I say is the key.

Let your voice roar like thunder,
And not carelessly blunder.
Let you stand tall like a mountain in the storm,
With your bravery taking form.

Say what you need to say,
For how else would they change their ways?
Let them hear you roar like a lion,
So you'd stand out like Orion.

With words of strength and a heart of gold,
Let courage take flight, and make you bold.
17 · Jun 11
Ukulele Boy
Khadi Alza Jun 11
Ukulele boy,
Holding his favourite toy,
Playing a merry tune
That might as well make me
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He plucks at the strings;
In reply, it sings,
Its voice echoing
                                across
                  ­                             the
                                                         stadium—

Muffled by the roaring cheers around him.
A guy was playing the ukulele the other day at the place where I go to my running class. His tunes caught my eye—oops, I mean ear.
0 · 2d
Sonder
The fact
That every single one of us here
Has our own

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lives, thoughts, ideas, experiences.

And that everyone here is just a stranger—
NPCs in our lives.
The only person who feels real is you.
You can never be in their shoes. Never.

But still, their life is as complicated as yours:
As vivid.
As complex.
As challenging.

All those people we pass by,
Their lives a colourful, multicoloured thread,
Woven together—
Yet it doesn’t seem so...
( 𝖓. ) 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖝 𝖆𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖔𝖜𝖓

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