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MuseumofMax Mar 3
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble

String lights illuminate hungry faces

To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast

That is true resilience.

Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share

No matter the evil, the deathly threats,

They stand together united, all as one,
Their connection un-severed.
Material things, they have none.

To have such joy in dark times
Is to resist the occupation, to be freed
Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
My thoughts after seeing the images of those in Gaza breaking their fast.
๐™„ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ข๐™š๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™˜๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

I loathe to see your eyes
when they're frightened
by the flames in mine.

๐™„ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™„ ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

That the sound of your name
did not get ignited
by the words on my blade.

๐™„ ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ช๐™ก๐™™๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

For rage replaced love
that wasn't provided
by the ones of my blood.

๐™„ ๐™™๐™ค๐™ฃ'๐™ฉ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ž๐™ข๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ž๐™ง ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

Seeking out my cocoon,
in circles I cycle
by the pull of the moon.

๐™„ ๐™™๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™–๐™ง ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

All over my skin -
a lovers revival
of the yang and the yin.

๐™†๐™ž๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ข๐™š, ๐™„ ๐™™๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช.

Unlock and explore me.
You've tasted the title,
but my ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐˜
๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜บ.

ยฟ

โ€ข mica light poetry โ€ข
Sofia Feb 27
i love you so much that it hurts.
please,
let me rip your heart out
and consume every part of your body,
because I see no other way
to stop my love for you.
Let me feed my hunger
so that you will stay
inside me
forever.
hey, its of course all metaphor! please don't take it personal. hope you like it <3
Sam S Feb 22
When was the last time someone askedโ€”
really askedโ€”
โ€œHow are you?โ€
Not just the words,
not just a passing phrase
dropped in the space between hello and goodbye,
but a question that waited,
lingered,
held its breath for the truth.

When was the last time someone cared?
Not out of habit,
not out of duty,
but because your silence felt heavy,
because your laughter didnโ€™t reach your eyes,
because they noticed
what youโ€™ve been too busy to see.

And have you even asked yourself?
Past the noise,
past the rehearsed replies,
past the Iโ€™m fine that feels like a locked door.
Have you stood still long enough
to sit with the answer?

Letโ€™s put the banter to one side.
Easier said than done, I know.
No need to overthink, no need to fixโ€”
just breathe.
Just be.
And if no one else asks today,
then I will:

How are you, really?
Itโ€™s good to check in now and then.
Jeff Bresee Feb 22
Thereโ€™s a swirling in the sunset
and a swirling in my soul.
A swirling in my heart and mind
that never lets me go.
ย 
It calls me down a winding path
that twists and turns and bends.
I donโ€™t know where itโ€™s going
but I do know in the end
ย 
that it will lead me to the shore
where I can sit and see
that wonderous swirling sunset
that was painted just for me.
He is her mirror,
The one she stands before
Whether things are good or bad.
Until she walks away,
She doesnโ€™t understand
The cracks spreading
Across her face,
Ignoring the obvious
She applies more makeup.
Though sheโ€™s gone,
Her presence lingers,
Soon to follow.

In front of her mirror,
She could speak as freely
As she wanted,
Be seen for who she is.
In front of family and friends,
Sheโ€™s quiet,
Acting out of appearance,
Ignoring the space, she thought
Was empty.

She doesnโ€™t think about it
Until a friend brings it up.
Talking about her own love life,
A place she feels secure.
Her friendโ€™s smile, big and bright,
While she speaks.
She thinks of him,
Her mirror.
No matter how bad she feels.
He finds a way
To make her feel better.
If something is off,
Heโ€™s quick to point it out.
Heโ€™s always there when
She needs him.
She never had to speak
To be seen when he was around.
The only place she only felt whole.
The cracks on her face shows
I want to see you as a person,
Not your body,
Nor the way your fingers curl
Around my side
When you hold on to me.
I want to see you for who you are,
Not for what I or the world wants to see.
I want to hear your heartbeat,
For reasons that may feel selfish to me,
But are selfless to you.
Your own truth,
That has no reason to be,
Except for the fact that you wanted it
To be.
Like a child taking their first step.
No matter how wild, they are free.

Even if that means separating from me,
The further you step.
For some, a minute feels like an hour
And a day feels like forever,
But the fire in your eyes that starts
when you smile
Keeps me warm,
Whenever I think of you,
And keeps the shadows away.
Until you return
Jay Feb 17
They are madly in love, but that love seems to drive them to madness.  Time has passed, each moment filled with efforts to make things work, but inevitably, they end up right back where they started, fighting. They love so deeply, opening parts of each other once kept dormant. They were probably never meant to be, deep down she feels like that are not right for each other, and sometimes he begins to think itโ€™s true. Shes mad that he canโ€™t just leave her alone, where is the space she has always pleaded for? Heโ€™s mad that the time away from her feels like a piece of him has been torn away, how could you love someone and still yearn for the distance? Her love burns like a fire, needing air to fuel its brightness, yet yearning for space to avoid being suffocated. His love flows like a river, a constant current that needs something to pull against, requiring a connection to stay alive. Each passing moment only draws them closer, their hearts in sync, an invisible thread weaving them together. But this symphony of emotions becomes harder to bear, as if his love is an unstoppable force, and hers an immovable object, each pulling in different directions. Perhaps sheโ€™s not ready for this kind of relationship, or maybe he was never meant for one. Yet, the harder she pulls away, the more desperately he holds on. The waves may crash, and the buildings may fall, but beneath the rubble, they stand, planning to rebuild. Their love drives them to the edge, unsure of what comes next. She craves time to breathe, space to settle, while he longs for reassurance, wanting to feel as though heโ€™s not being cast aside.
Hypothesis:

Two souls, entangled, cosmically bound,
A binary system, forever entwined.
A subtle connection, felt but not known,
A mystery, a secret, alone.

Experiment:

Proximity brings intensity,
A pull, a force, a gravity.
Emotions rise, feelings ignite,
A connection deep, a mystical light.

Observations:

No understanding, no explanation clear,
A puzzle unsolved, year after year.
Yet, a bond exists, a cosmic tie,
A love unknown, a mystery why.

Conclusion:

Before time began, a pair they were,
A chiral bond, forever sincere.
Entangled souls, forever drawn,
A love eternal, from the dawn.
I leave you with the query; how would you describe and explain the bond between soulmates?
Hex Feb 15
Once I got to know you, I felt the spark,
Attraction grew, igniting the dark.
Like metal drawn to a magnetโ€™s pull,
An unseen force, yet strong and full.
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