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 Apr 10 Nishu Mathur
Kate
You can’t eat money.
Not when every river has dried up. Not when every tree has burned, its ashes coating the sky—when our children think it’s snow.
Not when the world is too hot to inhabit. When our scarred bodies bear the marks of explosions nearby.
You can’t eat money.
Not when our teeth have fallen from the radiation.
Not when our fingers are gone, our brains decimated—our regret the only thought we have left:
How did we let this happen?
not when it’s all that is left.
They come in many
Shapes and sizes
Some are white
Some are pink
Some are brown
and others are purple
Some you can't see
Some are thick
Some are thin
They might even hurt
One thing that they
All have in common is
that they all have a story.
Whether it's from
Climbing a tree
or from crashing a car
maybe it wasn't an accident.
Thought no matter what
Every
Single
Scar
Is beautiful
No matter what you say
or other people say.
They are as beautiful
As the sunset
over the ocean.
Strong as a rock,
Unbreakable like a promise.
Yes, it is friendship -
A bond built on trust.

Once made, never broken
The older it gets ,
Stronger it becomes .
Far or near, always there .

Seasons come and go,
But friendship remains intact.
Never fades away nor disappears ,
Stays with you like the Sun -

Always shining bright
To brighten up your life
Removing all the dark clouds
Away from your life.
This one is for you Immortality. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
It was dark in cave,
the air felt cold—inside out.

He held her
as if she were glass,
a lamb
in the arms
of a wolf midnight.

Outside
the sky wept,
but inside us
a flower bloomed—
in April.
I turned 18 today! Ahhhhhhh, happy birthday to me!! Thank you all so much for the love and support. I still can’t believe I’m 18 now. I’ve been ill for a few days, so this birthday hasn’t been the most enjoyable. On top of that, I’ve been caught up with academics too. I’m really thankful for everything I have, but I also want to keep improving and become a better version of myself. I have the best family ever, couldn’t ask for anything better, tbh.
As I tiptoe towards our bed,
you lie — snuggled,
beneath the covers.

Gently, I place a kiss
upon your warm cheek,
whispering
sweet nothings.

Those beautiful Southern eyes
open with a soft and
deliberate smile.

Together,
our bodies embrace.

We are blessed —
for this is pure love.
I’ve been there.
You can’t hide your
addiction from me.

Such a familiar behaviour
the stain on our soul,
a preoccupation
that’s killing us slow.

Another cigarette,
a bottle of poisonous joy.
A world full of stimulation
that will leaves us devoid.

Chips and ice cream
cookies and soda pop,
Why doesn’t it ever occurs to
us to just stop!

*******, ****** especially fentanyl?
They’ll keep your back
up against a wall,
on the floor, in a hole
be the Phoenix, not the mole.

Benzodiazepines and barbiturates
prescription from the doctor
that keep us sick..

I’ve seen it all,
and so I know..
Our addictions will **** us
the faster we go!
Traveler Tim
 Apr 9 Nishu Mathur
Maria
I beg you, love quietly.
Forgive in true silence.
Just love each other
Without fool minds.

Please, love for good
As our life is so fleet.
It's but a moment
And love is so sweet!

Don't fear, love keenly!
It's your love! And that's it!
Catch hold of each instant
And listen to your heartbeat!

Please, love evermore
And not anyhow.
If you don't make so,
Love is not your endow!
It's about love. Love is the foundation of everything. But love doesn't tolerate the falsehood!
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
Prayer is a small love

Like a dandelion seed
Lightly
Dancing without rest
Riding the free wind
Flying far
To start life
In the barren land

Prayer
Denies the past and the future
Presents the present
Gives birth to the past and the future of the present

It makes distrust like love
But when seen with faith
Prayer shows love
Love shows prayer

Prayer is the unlimited
Water Reservoirs
In the rain of love.
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