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Ileana Amara Jun 2020
in the subtlety of time,
they dragged me into a dark pit of existence,
sundered my being with their sharp claws
of everything as dark as their eye pupils
they had no ears to listen to my wails,
chained in terror, at loss for hope;
I was their sole epitome of misanthrope,
birthed by my own mind; demons beyond my scope

loneliness engulfed me; the downside of solitude
demons voided me from a life well-pursued
they were an illusion who loves to delude,
day by day, I attempted to befriend them,
what better way to lure an enemy into a friend condemned?

yet there was a root to its subsistence,
there was pain to its persistence,
it was real, desiring for our coexistence.

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Ileana Amara Jun 2020
๐ผ'๐‘š ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›' ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘’๐‘, ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›' ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘Ž ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’
hold me close, I don't want to feel in love yet alone
a tattered young soul, dressed in sad monochrome

๐ท๐‘Ÿ๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›' ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘ , ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘›๐‘Ž ๐‘”๐‘œ
feeling lost, counting streetlights as the wind blow
perhaps on a midnight search of a heart's afterglow

๐น๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐ผ ๐‘›๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐ผ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘‘ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’
breathing in love as romantic gothics fell on the floor
tired eyes of a restless lover fighting a nonsense war

๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ'๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘’๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘  ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ค
but all good and worthy things come after a beautiful woe
caressed my wounds and scars, from where flowers grow.

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Inspired by the song "Leaning on Myself" // Anna of the North.
Ileana Amara Jun 2020
when you breathe life and forget about existence
paving a secret passage towards happiness,
ecstatic, passionate, alive; beating up cruel fate's wittiness.

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Ileana Amara Jun 2020
I think it's beautiful to be constantly reminded
that orchestras are composed of diverse instruments
embracing individuality to create a harmony undead,
by the conductor's hands, a music lives, unfolding beautiful sentiments.

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A gentle reminder that there is no need for racism to reign over our lives; our individuality as human beings makes us who we are, and if we could embrace this wholeheartedly, we too, most likely create a harmonized diversity.
Ileana Amara Jun 2020
I beg for the heavens to breathe me back to life;

all the tough walls have been breached
it was inner peace, I am trying to reach
I bled from nowhere, have to learn how to stitch,
my life to a lifeless soul seems to have been switched

heavens did not hear me for days and weeks,
I was left thinking, sometimes bare existence is a misery.

IA
  Jun 2020 Ileana Amara
Goddess Rue
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
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