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Blue 2d

To forget your sins, and all that follows—
Can that be called a bliss?

To remember
Is to hold pieces of shattered memories
Inside your decaying body, again and again,
without end.

To remember
Is to live inside a prison of your own making,
Where chaos gnaws at your soul.
You cannot loosen destiny’s grip.

To forget—
It is mercy from God.
A blessing? A curse?
To forget
The roots of your corruption inside your heart.

Someday, perhaps we’ll forget our sorrows,
As white blooms in your hair too soon,
Replacing the black that never had its time—
As your corruption fades
When we reach the dusk of life.

Then maybe
We will finally rest in spring’s light,
As it gently kisses your soul...
Returning home,
While golden light blinds your eyes.

But you wake.
You realize the prison still holds you.
The hand of destiny still clutches
The twisted string of your life—
Frayed with sin and sorrow.

And you understand...
We will never go back
To our first home.

my first writing

AMAN12 2d

Limbs of Lies

Citizen and refugee,
two opposites that distract.
Coined centuries apart.
Man made inventions on inhumane foundations.

Citizen and refugee
two by products of borders
Minted by power's heart
Systems built on God's quilt.

Citizen and refugee
two eyes on the same face.
Trained to remain counterpart
eyesight without foresight.

Citizen and refugee
two crutches of humanity
Held by hunger's craft
Limping and climbing through collapse.

Citizen and refugees have become
synonyms in crisis,
blueprints in bureaucracy
mirrors in mirage,
limbs of lies.

AMAN12 2d

Bite Marks

Every fruit in the bowl had a bite mark shaped like molars.
A toothless toddler and denture free granny were at the table.

two-line horror story

Blue 2d

My Forgiveness Is Due.

O God—the mighty King of all,
May I embrace Your radiant grace?
I asked for YOUR salvation,
While rage, and anger, and red burned in my heart.
My soul was tainted—
Reduced to ashes in this newborn world.

Yet—
When darkness embraced me,
And I glimpsed its edge,
I felt the warmth of Your salvation.
O God, I humbly ask You
To forgive Your sinful child.

When blue shadows stained my thoughts,
And my soul drifted in vain,
I could not fathom the fate You gave.
O God, I asked You
To save me—again, and again.

When the joy of my life vanished,
And everything turned meaningless,
As I grieved and cried,
Your Light shone brightest
Upon this calm, devouring darkness—
That swallowed
Me.

As butterflies took to the sky,
And the light within my heart
Bloomed—
Then withered,
And withered again,
A will to live still burned within my veins,
Even as I held my fierce sword
Close to my chest.

O God,
May I ask once more for Your salvation?
For Your sinful child—
May I cleanse this rotting body?

O dear God,
Is it too late to return to You?
As the thread of my life nears its end,
Can I still knock upon Your door,
And embrace Your Light—
At the end of my days?

The spring wind kissed my soul,
Saying goodbye
To this cold, sinful world—
For the last time.

I forgot this website exists.. so I'll continue to used this for my writing ig

#bluehour

Marwan Baytie 2d

Soft Lines

Soft lines draw me, slow, unchained,
Your hips that call, my hands restrained.
The hollow throat, the ******* that rise,
Full moons that darken eager skies.

Your skin, a canvas, flushed and bare,
I trace its heat through breathless air.
I long to taste, to press, to part,
To lose myself where bodies start.

Your lips, wet fire, parted, near,
Invite my hunger, raw, sincere.
I drown in you, no space, no name,
Two shadows burning into flame.

#love

T 2d

Tug-o-war

Loves tug-o-war
doesn’t interest me anymore;
I’m too soft
I’m too kind,
I’ll not only lose myself
I’ll lose my mind.

The back and forth
always makes me feel bad.
I’ll lose my footing
everywhere I go,
Wake up lonely
Just to go to bed sad.

It’s just too much
for someone
soft like me.
Id rather be with my dog
enjoying the safety
of my own company.

Nat Lipstadt 2d

write short and sweet

it will always be complete

too late, this wisdom for me,

so i guess i write more, daily,

to eradicate that feeling of

incompleteness

clearly, i never met a good piece of advice

i didn't ignore

for her~4:41aM

#nat #lipstadt #short #sweet