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Ruhani Jul 17
A fallen leaf
from the tree
loves him more
like before.
The tree don't forget
neither do that leaf,
both knew the fact
their life is beneath.
Seasons passed
bodies lied still
and waiting to bear
that end is coming near.
But no one really cares
they adore and miss
their love is eternal
because they never kissed.
Some love stories brew in admiring not in consuming.
Samuel E Jul 14
Amber trees shed leaves
To make an earthy cradle
For new seeds to grow.
Saw a haiku. Felt like putting one together.
B C Steffan Jun 30
The Devil
Doesn’t tear you down
He builds you up
Until

You believe you can
Do it alone
Then he smiles
As you fall

And you always fall
star May 27
let the stars fall 5.22.25 (8:01 am)
it’s time to give up
isn’t it

time to let the snow bury me and the hail crush me
i’m giving up, let the stars all fall down

it’s dangerous with me tonight,
just go
i’d save you,
but why?

i’m giving up
what’s even worth living for?
you? me? us?
certainly not the universe, no

forever dissecting myself
in front of a mirror,
i’m not a blonde and blue-eyed barbie

oh it’s time to give it all up
and i’ll do it willingly

[playing: meteor shower by cavetown and hello? by clairo and rejjie snow]
idk what i was doing at 8:01 am
Soul Jun 28
Some might
scream at you
seeing their
worst pest,
A few might
love you as
their favourite
loving pet.—
Your arrogance
roams every
black inch
on earth.
But still,
for some, you
are their the most
delicious snack.—
Pride do fall,
right?
Decided to start with an unexpected topic, to express the nature of pride...
Soul Jun 28
Shoved in darkness,
poking the grey mist
from the edge of
your crooked
beak;—
Murmuring omens
of death 'till
the life
ends;—
But why?
Why do you wait
for the fall of fame?
From the one drowned
in the seas of shadows,
may I ask:
Is your heart made
of black-Granite
Stone?
Beware of jealousy...
Shofi Ahmed Jun 25
You can nuke,
or you can spare
a red, red rose.

How grand—
to rule by choice,
to roar with the claim
your vision is pure,
as clear
as morning dew.
Yet you harbour genocide
in Palestine - the innocent rose.

Have you forgotten?
The last titan’s
Rise and Fall?
It will repeat.
That’s no lie.

The nightingale’s ode
to the rose
isn’t always whole.

It knows—
some places
bear more thorns
than eyes can hold.

But like yesterday,
tomorrow again,
it will hum
for the rose.
Beware, if you should venture out
There's spirits in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

The wind is up, the moon is full
There are witches in the air
Be on the watch for all about
when walking, if you dare

Ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For the midnight bell to toll
They lie in wait there in the dark
For those who dare to take a stroll

The moon is bright, it lights the sky
You can hear the haunted howls
The coven forms, there in the dark
Hidden by their capes and cowls

Listen close, the wind will speak
You can hear it if you try
The voices of those long gone
Or is it just a ghostly sigh

The veil is lifted on this night
The darkness hides the evil there
You hear it now "rosebud" it says
Do you go out, do you dare

A simple word, between the worlds
Houdini, maybe so
I dare you to go out tonight
But, be wary if you go

For, ghosts and ghouls are waiting
For you to take that stroll
Do you dare to face the moonlight?
Do you dare to bet your soul?
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