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دema 2d
I wish I can go back home,
borrow a blanket from the living
room that was once filled with
me and my cousins' dancing,
gather four ****** from the street,
the same street I used to steal flowers from,
that now steals people's blood and lives,
borrow a branch or two from the berry tree
that my mom used to make juice out of
and give to our neighbours,
they only reside in my head now,
build a tent in my parents' backyard,
the same backyard where
I held my 6th birthday party at,
that birthday had to end early,
there was a more important event happening;
the Americans were bombing
the area I used to run so free in,
with all of my friends,
that I never got to say goodbye to,
never get to see how puberty hit them,
or even know if they're still alive today,
I live under a stable roof,
I run away from the thought of home,
because it kills me that
I left the land that once
gave birth to me,
kept me warm,
warmer than I would personally like,
kiran goswami Dec 10
A wardrobe full of branded clothes,
Still mummy's gift on her birthday will always be the daughter's favourite dress.
8M Dec 9
A sweet sponge cake
With snow-white icing
And a single candle
As big as a basketball

The table's covered in silk
Confetti all over the walls
And the floor, too
It's time to celebrate

The candle lights up
They're hesitant
Too good to eat, they think
Noisemakers distract them

But there's no noisemakers to be found

One of them grabs the knife and sighs
It has to happen
The other make a wish
And the room goes dark

The knife makes a deep cut
Unexpectedly, jam comes out
They're scared
Invisible noisemakers continue to play
The cake remains still, unaffected by time

The one with the knife did not know what to do but throw it
And it hits another, but not the cake
Jam falls, drop by drop

The silky tablecloth gets ripped
It was never strong enough
Noise grows deafening

The birthday child cries
This went in an unexpected direction.
Today I have scratched two decades
Today I am reborn upside down
Skeleton woman

At 17 I was an open wound
Every word thrown carelessly in my direction
A sweeping wave of salt

At 18 I pierced the other side of my nose
And my belly button
I had a lot of empty ***

At 19  no one cared because I wasn't there
The wind didn't even shudder congratulations
I paid for dinner

At 20 my eyes are swelling with gratitude
Every trip or chatter has guided me
To pure love

I wear stars in my ears,
around my neck and
sea foam sparkles in my hair

Happy happy
Mazen Edlibi Dec 7
A day is marked under my name saying, “it is Your Birthday”?
“I Forgot!”
I forgot to count!
I forgot to enjoy!
I forgot to have fun!
Papers are fading away! Withering like leaves in the air
I refrain myself from writing…
I refrain my words to go out of my throat!
I can’t stop what inside me!
I can’t stand still from knowing why!
I can’t understand my silence anymore!
Renee Danes Dec 6
I burned out the candles,
The wax melting
All over my creation,
The darkness coming into my life again,
I watched the darkness grow deeper
And wondered why I had let the candles go out,
But before they had vanished I had wished the light would stay,
I hoped that something would change,
But in that moment I realized that wishing was just a way to pass the time
Before extinguishing the candles on a birthday cake,
And hope is a fleeting moment one hopes to keep,
And melted wax on cake does not taste good.
My birthday is coming up soon, should I dread the stressful years after 16?
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