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Bloomy ashes 4d

it's night again.
the room gets dark.
the stars—my audience.
the moon—my stage light.

my thoughts resurface
behind the velvet curtains of my mind.
they’re loud, bold—
as if to make me shrink.

it's 2.07am.
and i can no longer tell the difference
between silence and screams.

i turn and turn
like hands of the clock.
tic. tic.
TOC.

it's morning again.
curtains close like tired eyelids.
the stars fall.
the moon dims.
maybe now
sleep will remember
that it still owes me.

for my overthinkers and unslept
just me and my 79% sleep debt

#nightthoughts #insomnia #2amsilence #tired

Laura 4d

Doubt

Doubt is like a trailblazer, when set into flight.
A seed once planted, has now become your plight.

Deng Ater 4d

Immortal Beholder

He told me Humanity would never change.
"Not quite," said to him,
"Eventually he will, even if it's not his aim,
for everything passes after so long an age."

I watched him crawl and watched him walk
I watched him learn and watched him try
I watched him speak and talk,
And all the while, time went by.

And when he had gained enough of the experience
He was greedy, he was covetous,
He was selfish and he was mischievous
And still he lied in the right tense.

And through the aeons, I've seen seeds sprout
And seen their seedlings develop bark
And the deep waters turn within and without
And still inside the ground it remained dark.

Whatever and whoever there was, he stole and killed
Without regret, remorse, grief or pains.
For life's simplest personal gains,
He destroyed what had been built.

And all the while, I, Immortal Beholder,
Have come to know that Humanity will never change,
Have come to see what he really is;
A thing inalterable even by age!

#immortal #behold #beholder #humanity #change #recognition

Rebecca 4d

Withering

Oh watch me wither away in the silence , watch me scream away my pain , my mouth opens yet words fail to tumble .
Oh what does a girl do now ? When the burns of her past catch up with her ? Oh what does a girl do now? As she sits in a corner crying away her sorrow .
So many people pass by , yet for some reason they do not see her pain, they see something else , they see an attitude in place of pain .
How can she tell them ? Tell them that she's tired,  tell them that her body aches !
He passes by , wishes her well but truly doesn't wanna involve himself with whatever is wrong with her , can you blame him ? She's the crazy one , the one who is always stoic , emotionless? Yet why is he always there when she's threatening to fall apart ? .
Oh my girl , what shall we do with this one,  the one who came tumbling down into our life , the one who's absence causes us sadness yet his closeness makes us weary . What shall we do with him ? .
He watches me scream yet he hears My laughter,  he watches me cry yet he sees my smile , The opposite is what I do when he comes around.
I hope one day ! I'll do what I truly intend , so before I wither away my smile shall be Genuine .

What does she do now ? Does she fall apart ?

#withering #girl

Jamal Upshaw 4d

The House of Glass

the
walls
have hears
in
the
house of glass
yet
filled
with
stones
to
make
it
crash

Namika Umata 4d

Falling

The moon spread her wings
Then danced across the night sky
Anticipation

#haiku

Guadalupe S P 4d

A photograph of me playing on the grass ( calling the imaginary on a plastic phone)

I went through old photographs left by my mother that were not torn up. To see pictures of my childhood, perhaps some of my father’s, too. I realized I have changed so much on the outside. Every ten years, I feel as though I genuinely look like a different person. Not just on the outside but on the inside too. I looked at one picture in particular. I now know why I like it. In it: It’s always this feeling of returning, of playing under the sun surrounded by grass, held by everything, and so light that the tether to the body was delicate and the next second irrelevant.