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seychelles Mar 22
When life gives you a lemon
Make a lemonade, they said
As life gives us a chance, we should take it
But have you ever thought, why life is so sour?

Sugar, honey, caramel
Several sweets - yet life have given none
Have you ever thought life is a con?

Maybe once in a while, when life gives you lemons,
Throw them back
Maybe for once, when life gives you lemons,
Squeeze them into your enemies' eyes
Maybe next time, when life gives you lemons,
Give them to others
Maybe next time, when life gives you lemons,
Make a Martini

Clink
someone told me that I am cliche and I said why note
seychelles Jun 2023
The sadness in me is leaking out,
it’s on my foe’s hand, my friends’ arm,
I cried and I cry,
once again, those tears did not slip away.


It’s harder to breathe but you know this time- you’ll stay,
but you don’t want to.
Holding your breath in for 4 - 7 - 8 they said,
I held it in for like a minute and my body fights it-
but my body didn’t fight the chemical on the top floor,
or actually, it’s perfectly normal.
I am just a plumber who blames the leaking of the tank,
when I am the one who broke the taps,
leaking all the sadness,
splashing the blue on everyone who comes close and closer,
Blue and bluer.


The colour blue I painted is me asking for help,
silent scream, so loud- into people’s eardrums.
But somehow those who came near always got betrayed,
because I am a waste of time, a renegade, a ******* thing that fades,
even though I listen to everything they said-
but the voices in my head sang in unison
‘you are no good, the least you can do is be a nice friend to those helping hand but you’re still a needy ***** who only knows how to take but never give back’.
and I replied ‘Yeah maybe that’s true, maybe that’s right’
That’s why I should have left.


Because the truth is that I am incredibly selfish and guilty.
I am trapped between choking to death with those toxins
or splashing it out to a loved one.
At the last moment- when I was suffocating to death;
I realized that I am gonna die- I desperately begged for someone to come near
I begged them to say, to stay, not to be away.
At the same time, the voices in my head are louder
Using my mouth as a speaker,
Mouthing all the words I don’t know whether I meant to say.
Deepen into the core, choking on loved ones.


Yet again, I look at myself in despair.
Yet again, I said the same old sorry as I meant it but it means nothing.
Yet again, I crossed all the lines, I broke all the rules.
Yet again, I am blue because I hurt my close one, my closet one, my lifeline.


But in the end, what hurts me the most
is the fact that I am just another one of the bad friends,
bad employee,
bad daughter,
and also
a waste of
human being.
My intention was to survive and be good but in the end,
my action was
baseless,
useless,
worthless even.


To those who were painted with my blue,
I am sorry-
I tried but I am too full of sorrow.
I never meant to hurt you but still,
I did.
Didn’t mean to dump the whole bucket,
but you’re still wet
But rest assured that those will soonly dry,
no stains,
cos’ I shouldn’t stay.


I am deciding whether I stay or I stray,
Whether I fight or flight,
Whether I pray or I prey,
Whether I ride or rhyme,
Whether I live or laugh or love.
Hahaha, that’s too cringe.

Because
in order to live,
I must hold it in,
I must stop leaking the blue,

Because
in order to laugh,
I either find joy in my life,
or just look back at this pathetic so-called content.

Because in order to love,
I must leave.
Leaving this town,
press stop on the *******,
no more leaking the blues,
and rid me for good.

Because in order to continue this ride,
I must get better.
But here I am
rhyming the **** out of my feelings,
spraying the water that’s way too cold, it’s not chilling.

And nowadays, I pray for all of you now
because the wishes wouldn’t work for me
no more - I am too far.
I am a prey who prays and preys.

Lastly,
I am tired of the battle.
Thinking every day for a life
where I don’t have to fight
but it seems easier for me to flight.
Flight from all the circus,
the madness,
the_I-don’t-know-how-to-define or just call it life.
Flight from all of you,
my loved ones,
mon amies,
my best thing to ever happen to me
but have to bare me with a black dog that whispers my biggest insecurity


My biggest fear right now is that-
the sadness in me,
the sadness that is me.
The one that is eating me inside,
will crawl out,
eating up people I love.
Just to remind me I exist for no good,
to assure me to flight and to die.

This time, it’ll be for good.
This time, the tears will slip away.
and so will I.
this might be my best goodbye letter
seychelles Apr 2023
I wonder,
Will I

be able to mention your name
like I don’t really know you,
just a character passing by


I wonder,
Will I

be able to mention your name,
without hearing it
echoing back
in the wind
through the mist

your name, my pain
your laugh, my gain
your tears and I’m bane


I wonder,
Will I

be able to stop
looking
for a stranger who knows
which smile
I’m faking

who knows
that my laugh
is lying
who knows
that I am
fading


I wonder,
Will I?
seychelles Oct 2022
To be,
Or not to be

Without you,
Will there even be the idea of me?
Everything surrounds
scream blue

Your tenderness
Your messages
Your cassettes
Without your eyes,
I don’t think I can breathe

Does this heart of mine
get the right to remain silent?
Or can it beat, only for you?

To be,
Or not to be

Without you,
There wouldn’t be me
  Sep 2019 seychelles
Layla Emory Holt
I used to say
Every little thing
On my mind

I used to say
What I felt
When I felt it

And when I did
I was happy
But just for a moment

Until he tore me down
Until he said I was
“Crazy”

Until he accused me
Of being the one doing
Wrong

So when you say
Hurtful things
I know better

And when my heart races
Because I’m nervous
And scared

I just say I’m fine
Because otherwise
I am insecure
I am jealous
I am overthinking
I am too much
I am crazy

All I am is scared
Of losing you
And of losing myself
Too
  Sep 2019 seychelles
imparo
You and I
have a story
behind closed doors,
sneaking at night,
stealing kisses,
secretly holding hands.

But you and I
both know
this story
shall never be told
not even to a single soul.
  Sep 2019 seychelles
Michaela Letendre
I can’t pretend like I’m okay
With you sitting on my couch
And sleeping in my bed

I can’t pretend like I’m okay
With your indecision
And playing with my heart

But I really can’t pretend
like I don’t want you
with every fiber in my being

So please pretend that
I asked you to leave
And go on with your life
So that I can go on with mine
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