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Zelda Nov 2024
26
The weekend before
My 26th birthday,
I stood in a church—
Its quiet beauty,
My unshed tears.  

Pleading—
With whom?
I’m not sure.
I lost my faith so long ago.  

Desperate
A powerful injustice
Brought me to my knees.  

Take my strength, my love, my will—
My whole life too.
And lead my loved ones
To where the sea births the sun.  

My pleas must've fallen on deaf ears.
I sat along the shore all summer long,
Watching the sea swallow the sun.


Epilogue
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It’s just
A
Cold
Day

It’s just  
A  
Black  
Sea  

It’s just
My birthday

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.
.
  
Twenty seven  
Twenty  
Seven.            
            Seven
Twenty.                                    
Twenty seven  
Seven          

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Twenty Seven

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Zelda Sep 2024
Part 1
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September is not kind
Barging in  
Brash and bold
RED, RED, RED  

Leaves  
Falling fires
Taking everything
Unapologetically

Ashes
Shattered souls
dark, dark, dark  

That which is truly lost
Can never be found
Again

September is never kind


Part 2
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September on my mind,
Colors tangled in my hair.
Should’ve made it through,
But time moves on
Without you.

And it'll never be quite right—

September love,
Delicate, fleeting, pure,
Colors rushing through our veins.
A gentle reminder of passing time—
Devastation

And nothing will ever be the same.

September fading,
Resilience endures—
The beauty of your memory
As colors fade in the fall.

September exists—
Without you.

September always ends the same-

Leaving us
Devastated.


Part 3
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Promise
You won't leave
When
September
Comes
Knocking

Promise
And I'll do the same


Part 4
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I don’t need to know the language
Or the intricate details
To know the pain—
It's passed down
Through the bone

When life serves burned bread;
Savor the flavors of Turkish Delight

Like sitting with a couple of good friends
A cup of coffee
A bit of chocolate
A few tears
And a lot of laughs

In September
When life serves burned bread;
Savor the flavors of Turkish Delight
In honor of loved ones we lost in September
Zelda Jul 2024
Everything
I
Do
And
Everything
I
Am
Is
Wrong
Zelda Jul 2024
I've got my rose-colored glasses on  
And skies in my eyes.  
I've got stumbling thoughts in my head  
And a few choice words (for you),  
Trapped in the back of my throat, (just for you).

I've been sitting at the piano,  
Staring out the window,  
Thinking
how strange it is... that;  
Well, blue is associated with sadness  
When the sky is so beautiful,  
Like you  
When you're laughing  
Because of  
Me.

We never really say "good morning", do we?  
It's only ever 🫂 (a blue hug)
We never really say "how do you feel, today?"  
It's only ever "I need coffee."

I'm trying to find the expressions,  
But the keys keep playing the wrong notes.  
It ain't right

Blue skies
Aren't empty
They hold
Clouds, resembling objects,
Always drifting, changing
Making me feel
I'm always free-falling
What if it falls apart mid-flight?  
Will we survive?

The sky has never been so blue
My vision has never been so blue
I don't think I was made for blue skies

I'm not an Obrina Olivewing butterfly.  
My blue isn't true;  
It's just the way I see light right now,  
A false perception
A state of mind

but I...  

I've got my rose-colored glasses on  
for you
just for you
My one and only
🫂

Blue
Zelda Jul 2024
Never have I ever seen you cry.

"Truly a sweet soul,
Such a sad soul."

Never have I ever heard your voice,
Soft, Strained, Shattered.


"...because you're suffering.
...I'm also sad...
Doesn't mean we're bad for it,
It's just a state of mind."

Hopeful or desperate?
I can't decide.


"Maybe one day,
we'll dig ourselves out of this hole."

What if this hole is the end?
We could illuminate the skies above


it's sad, so sad

"I've never known you like this.
You gotta find peace of mind."

Such a sad soul,
Truly a sweet soul.

I don't know if it's the right title
I may edit later
Zelda Jul 2024
“What do you want?”

I am
the double braids;
the sunshine in the tutu dress
The linear path
The yellow line
Didn't lead where it was supposed to
(where I thought it would)
I was just trying to catch up

From the McDonald's to the escalator
From the escalator to the McDonald's

I am
An ever-changing labyrinth; A sunflower
Caught in the dead of winter
Suffocating in a sea of strangers
Home isn't where it's supposed to be

From the McDonald's to the escalator
From the escalator to the McDonald's

I know
I can't afford to;
I know
It's best I don't:
Lose my ears
Lose my head;
Lose my feet;
Lose my breath;

But they're not where they're supposed to be
And I can feel myself lose my eyes;
What happened to the linear path?
Where is THAT yellow line?

Third time’s the golden ticket
Get me out of here
Please

From the McDonald's to the escalator
From the escalator to the McDonald's

Ears heard you call my name
Head spun
Feet pushed against marble
Deep breath

Into your warm, comforting embrace
Lift me off the path
Show me the yellow line
Take me where I'm supposed to be

I am
The path less traveled
The yellow line unwinding

“A Happy Meal”

Epilogue
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Little Miss Sunshine
Sit awhile
Happy Meals turn into ice coffees
We'll wait
No need to worry
We'll be found
Eventually

"Can I steal a fry?"
Zelda Jul 2024
I'd rather die
Knowing I tried
To fix myself
As I ate myself
From the inside

It's an acquired taste
I don't like it

Bitter
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