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eliana 14h
Nobody knows it's empty,
The smile that I wear.
The real one is left behind in the past
Because I left you there...

Nobody knows I am crying.
They won't even see my tears.
When they think I am laughing,
I wish you were here...

Nobody knows it's painful.
They think that I am strong.
They say it won't **** me,
But I wonder if they are wrong...

Nobody knows I miss you.
They think I am all set free,
But I feel like I am bound with chains,
Trapped in the mystery...

Nobody knows I need you.
They think I can do it on my own,
But they don't know I am crying
When I am all alone...
longing for a lost love.
~~
i hated poetry

always dreaded it-

writing it

and reading it

i thought it was just word *****

but made pretty

with italics,

because it never made sense.

...

then i turned fourteen,

got a job,

lost friends,

lost family members,

grades dropped,

everything shifted.

i started listening to spoken word on spotify-

to quiet my brain

for a minute or two

...

but i understood them

maybe it was maturing...

or just... feeling more?

all i know is-

my brain flipped a switch

now i write

now i enjoy it.

...

i don't know why i ever hated

something this honest

something this messy

this beautiful.
poetry, we've had a love hate relationship.

date wrote: 20/6/25
Flip the page
That's what it feels
I'm doing
But right now its
Blank
I can't turn back
But its blank
I can't turn it either
Finally it catches me
Letters are forming
They have been
Only I can now
Finally see them
How long must I wait
On I know
I wonder where
This New Chapter takes me
Sun.     85⁰/65⁰                🌞/🌛
Mon.    87⁰/64⁰                🌞/🌛
Tue.     82⁰/61⁰                ⛅/☁️
Wed.    88⁰/67⁰.               🌞/🌛
Thu.     85⁰/62⁰                🌞/🌛
Fri.       15,000⁰/500⁰       ☄/🔥
Kairos 3d
Six weeks from now everything changes.
Leaving family and friends, colleagues and neighbours.
No more car or address, speaking native to strangers.
Just me, two bags, and thoughts as a burden.
I step into the dreams that I dreamt for so long.

— — —

Travel has always soothed my mind.
Backseat, between my brothers.
I look outside and explain it all:
That road heads north, look there’s fish to catch!
It doesn’t matter where I go, inspiration everywhere.

— — —

The divorce doesn’t matter, mom and dad seem happy.
Twice the vacations! Twice the presents!
Never talk about the other house, pretend and please.
It’s just a secret. A trade for love.
I lie well. Kids do.

— — —

When I grow up I will see it all, no secret can hide from me!
I am independent, I don’t need your help.
Who do you think you are for even offering it to me?
I’m smarter than you, I will find my way.
There’s nothing I shouldn’t be able to reach on my own.

— — —

We are doing great on our own, don’t notice the mess.
We don’t want a family, can’t you imagine the stress?
No one understands the way we think, how we feel.
Why even try connecting if it’s not meant to be?
We know the stories. We tell them. We believe them.
Isn’t that enough?

There’s no need to run, is there?
Look how well you’ve been doing!
Don’t ruin it chasing what you’ll never keep!
Are you sure? Not just impulse again?
Is it really necessary?

— — —

Bless you for all that you’ve done for me.
I wish you’d leave now, it’s time, but I’m sure you’ll stay.
Tell me all the lies I used to love.
Where’s the doubt and shame?
Show me if you are still able to be creative.

It seems easy now, a simple life.
Would I have even gotten here, if it wasn’t for you?
Tickets booked, goodbyes planned.
Or maybe everything has already changed.
Zywa 4d
Destruction, and then

the dust settles, the wind blows --


Of a new era?
Decay, demolition and war

Collection "New Ago"
Grown ups are liars and kids know

We told them we had to protect them from the world

But the world is us

And it is no place for our kids
I do not know what waits beyond
This pale horizon’s shifting seam,
The road is fog, the stars are gone,
Yet still I follow some old dream.

No map, no mark, no prophet’s voice,
No compass etched in stone or sky,
Just breath and hush, a wavering choice,
To walk, though every reason asks me why.

Each footfall hums a softer tune,
Not brave, not bold, but something near,
A whisper shaped beneath the moon,
Not “Go,” but simply, “Still be here.”

And is that not what hope becomes,
A rhythm carried in the chest?
Not knowing where the morning drums,
But rising still, and doing our best.

So let the dark be what it is,
A cloak, a gate, a sea unspun,
My soul has learned the art of this,
To step, not seeing, toward the sun.

For poetry walks where language breaks,
In silences the heart completes,
Each step a faith the future takes,
Though blind, the path beneath me speaks.
Copyright 2025 Savva Emanon ©
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The worst they can say is no
The worst that can happen is I'm wrong
The worst that can happen,
isn't the worst at all
The world will still turn,
the sun will still shine,
the moon will still listen when
I'm not feeling fine
I can move on or learn something new,
I don't have to fear the unknown,
I can be me-
not what's wanted from you
And every day it gets easier to breathe
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