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1.5k · Oct 2016
Ink.
Naqiah azzahra Oct 2016
I'm a piece of fiction.
Fractions of ink on a paper,
Pixelated in achromatic spectrum
Under the shadow of dim night lamp
Damp pillows and hopeless heads.

I'm a piece of word,
Tangling in soulless minds
Eventually fades,
Easily replaced.

I'm a scratch of scribbles on a paper.
Cuts through the fingers of beautiful minds
Bleeding dreams and sorrows
Until-

The End.
767 · Oct 2016
Him
Naqiah azzahra Oct 2016
Him
I had a moment.*
I was sitting there, a bit sleepy
Holding a guitar that i can't play
-Then he came in.
He sat next to-
in front of me,
He took the guitar from me and started playing a song,
he sang.
Two songs later, he gave me an update on this girl he's crushing on
Then he sang,
Another 3 songs that i love-
-he didn't know i loved those songs,
Those songs in my playlist
That i listen to
When i'm down
Idk how to say this and i dont want to say anything about this to anyone but i just feel like i need to share this moment with those i dont know, just to make it kind of eternal
466 · Oct 2016
Her.
Naqiah azzahra Oct 2016
About Her.*

She’s my friend,
The one that I love the most.

She loves sunsets,
But not like a sunset on the beach-
Just sunsets,
With cotton candy sky
And clouds with silver linings,
Just the way I do.

She hates beach,
Or at least she doesn’t love it as much
As she loves mountains,
A place where there’s not too many people
With too much to say, too much to hear.

She loves cats,
She has too many of them.
The way they act, the way they cuddle
They’re dumb, and cute, and calming,
She said.

She loves music,
More than anything, I guess.
She listens to songs I probably wouldn’t know if it wasn’t from her.
She knows everything about music,
She sings,
Her soft sweet voice sometimes echoes in my head
She plays the instruments,
And She taught me some
She even made one song herself and it’s so good even without lyrics.

She is a wonderful human being,
That doesn’t know how much she’s worth.
She forgot how to be happy,
just like how she forgot how to stop hurting.
She says she’s not much,
Just a dead soul fueled by instant noodles
A mediocre,
But she’s not.

She loves watching sweet romance movies,
Not like Nicholas sparks-
But like movies with sad parts and happy endings,
Not too much romance,
Because she said she wouldn’t have that in her life
But I know she would.

She doesn’t let people in
And yet She’s afraid of dying alone
She writes her will and constantly revising it

She loves the stars, the moon
How the constellations are shaped and named

She is who she is,
And that’s why I love her.
this is a poem I made about my best friend whom I left for another college, even though we were only together for a year but she's the best person i've ever had who still keeps up with me no matter what i do :)
393 · Oct 2016
Hey.
Naqiah azzahra Oct 2016
It was a blurry night,
In a crowded room,
I sat on the corner
Being present but not wanted
*And All I heard was You.

— The End —