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I made something-look
but it's no good

You gave the critic first
before I got to them...
Was it a shield,
or would I reach the dreamers field

I heard your message
and it struck

sticks to me  
like sandpapered honey

The bitter truth

Or a perspective
from you
Dency Jun 3
He closes eyes,so wise ,so bright
Ignoring facts that shine like light
Why learn and grow?That's way too hard
Better to stay forever barred.

He builds his walls with pride and grace,
A shining king of empty space.
Oh,what a gift,he freely admits
He's trapped inside the tragedy of limits.
They praised the girl for her quick wit
The girl they never knew
They said she won’t need help one bit
A fight, she’d never lose  

They said the girl spoke like she bit
The girl they thought they knew
They said she won’t run out of quips
A big ego that girl grew

“I’ll not once need help if I’m not weak”
Said the girl they never knew
“I’ll never say when they hurt me,
No matter how I’m bruised”

So that girl, she went to living
Like a false knight off to war
That girl, she hid each of her beatings
The pain, she would ignore

Sure on the surface the girl proved
The words so often said
That she would never once be moved
If insulted or made bled

Yet after every hard beat
She’d hide in rooms to sob
Each time the tears would repeat
She felt so weak and robbed

“They lied to me, those people did
I’m just a plain girl who still cries”
The girl who believed every fib
Every ego boosting lie

They shook their heads, so fast they did
At the girl they never knew
Why did they think that she equipped
The wits to never lose
Unhealthy expectations can prevent someone from asking for the help that they need.
Adnan Shabbir May 23
Resembling sharks in the dark, deaf ocean

the wise harbour conceit in the pit of their heart

the language of egotism defining from their faces

Sermons fanning the flames of Ego's swirling smoke

Bold they stand as defenders of the Din

After themselves, who else have they deceived?
Din is the Arabic/Urdu word for religion so referring to those who outwardly act/claim they are defending the religion but inwardly are focused on boosting themselves.
Ahlam May 23
Just as I expected
You crossed the Finish line
Just as I thought
I was left as disappointed as I first was
You saw the painting but never the canvas.
You told me you could walk but never tried it
Your tongue poured honey but its taste was rotten
You only wanted what I had, never who I was

Yet you still think you have the right to stand
Call yourself taller, bigger, better
Tell me that I'll never get to your level

But all I think is that you're a coward who's afraid
Afraid of seeing your face , hearing your voice and fighting your rage

You make life dull
And I make it full
Sure I failed to realize before
but now I'm sure

someone trapped in his own cage
will throw away the key
and imprison himself even when free
Cadmus May 20
🦊

Even a fox
has heroic tales to tell
Epic chases, Narrow escapes,
Bravery under Moonlight.

But,
every victory
was won
against chicken.

🐓
A satirical reflection on how those who boast the loudest often choose the weakest opponents. It mocks false bravado and the way predators dress up their predation as valor.
(H)ostile towards those that you envy
(A)ntagonistic, oh, yes there are plenty
(T)oxic like poison is, What you are
(E)gos are so high that you can reach the stars
(R)efusing to be Happy, feeling so blue
(S)pitefulness is showing all over you


B.R.
Date: 5/17/2025
I gave you my best                                                             ­                                       
                                                                ­                                                      
but it wasn't enough                                                           ­                                           
                                                                ­                                                      
You wanted the rest,                                                            ­                        
                                        ­                                                                 ­               
   all-consuming
love                                                             ­                                     
                           ­                                                                 ­                      
Gave you control,                                                         ­                                     
                                                                ­                                                        
so, there'd be peace                                                            ­                      
                                          ­                                                            
Relinquish the
hold,                                                            ­                              
                                  ­                                                                 ­               
that you have on
me                                                               ­                         
                                                                ­                                          
  A prisoner of
love,                                                           ­                                                     
           ­                                                                 ­                                            
I am breaking
free                                                             ­                           
                                                                ­                                                  
like a gray dove,                                                            ­                                                                 ­       
                                                                ­                                               
  please release
me                                                               ­                                     
                                                                ­                                                
Take off the
confines,                                                        ­                            
                                    ­                                                                 ­             
the shackles & the
chains                                                           ­                   
                                                                ­                                                
after all this
time                                                             ­                                         
                                                                ­                                                
only hate remains
We often lose ourselves & our identities as we try to make someone else happy or put others needs before our own.
Pouya May 10
Sitting in the crowd,
Let them think I'm crazy.

Let me let go of ego,
Let me drop that mask.

Power is within, now.
Freedom is here, now.

Am I crazy — or awake?
I'm feeling alive, now.
This poem was inspired by a real moment — I sat cross-legged on the ground in the middle of the city's chaos, letting go of the need to be seen a certain way. I allowed myself to be judged, maybe even seen as crazy. But for me, it was a raw moment of ego death and inner freedom.
The sun can't be compared to moonlight's gleam,
Nor to a billion stars that softly beam.
For it's the one that stays, both near and far—
Through joy and sorrow, my guiding star.

And so, my heart can't be compared as well,
Its steady song, no storm could ever quell.
My mind still burns, it does not tire or stray,
It carves my rightful place from night and day.
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