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boy meets girl
like rose petals
brushing her cheek,
he whispers a warning:
don't get too close.
i’m not here forever.

as if it’s a choice.

girl says,
i really like you.
face like the sun,
trembling, she offers
a half-open heart.

he says,
i love you too,
like an unexpected hug
before the goodbye.
then he leaves —
just like he promised.
but he forgets
a part of himself
is now hers to keep.
this one is about us. crossroads, in someone else's journey.
july 24, 2025.
to Stefan.
i wear his shirt,
long-sleeve, pale grey,
too wide at the wrist.
it still smells like him.
like oak, sleep, fresh rain
and the breath before the kiss.

i'm terrified.
that my own scent
will settle, and claim
what history stitched.

i'm holding onto it,
as if this is the last embrace
he'll ever give me.
maybe it is.
this one is about the feelings we borrow, and never return.
July 24, 2025
Sophia 15h
I felt relief
although my heart did stop with grief
the silence hugged me tightly
wrapping it's warm arms around me

The relentless barking is gone
but your steady beating heart is too
your hair I used to brush
is now buried under smooth ground
This is about my dog who died. She had a brain tumour which lead her to bark all the time so this poems about my guilt after we had to put her down.
Sophia 15h
My heart aches
pain spilling over
watering the plants
that grow in the dirt above you
as flowers do sprout

I pick them
you never were a fan
of how they swayed gently in the wind
tethered by roots to the ground
you preferred to move wild and free
and though your body can no more,
I feel your soak with me
so I do run along with you
We blend together like honey and milk,
Like razor-sharp blades on pearly skin,
Like widows to dark apparel cling—
We are together with flowers and spring.

In her arms were forty streams,
And stars in her hair—seven.
She sat above the angels’ wings,
And they carried her to heaven.

There to dwell—where, I can’t tell.
Too far, too soon, she swayed and fell.
The sky hid her without farewell,
Beyond all earthly possessions.
A quiet meditation on the fragile blend of beauty and pain, presence and loss—where love lingers beyond the grasp of time.
BEEZEE 1d
Grief as an interlude.
The in-between performance.
Where shoeless days, wandering forests—
meet
black-dressed, paired farewells.

Where velvet curtains close and draw,
a symphony has long prepared
(for you).

Percussion slices into silence.
Clarinets hum in minor tune.
The bass joins in—they’ve been appointed.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

The music plays now just for you.
Regret takes center stage.

What wasn’t said.

“What could I do?”

The music begins to fade.
I guess it’s time we see the view
from our heart’s balcony.

Crossing legs and leaning in—
anticipating more…
A special place for all our kin
is bursting from our core.

Cymbals reach the back of room.
The flutes play loud and low.
The composer pulls a handkerchief—
tears and sweat compel this show.

You feel so sorry.
You feel alive.
You feel memories—sharp and sore.
They’re taking bows.
The act has closed.
Another’s passing through death’s door.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.
Grief doesn’t arrive as a finale—it slips in between the acts.
This poem imagines loss as a performance
Sophia 1d
I miss you everyday
These constant reminders dig into my brain
Like thousands of miners
Deep underground

I miss you all the time
Wishing you were here with me still
Longing to hug you
One last time

I miss you more then ever
Even after almost a year
The pain radiates in every beat
Of my still alive heart
eliana 1d
The feelings that come up when we lose someone are
numb
disbelief, shock,
All of this is normal.
The reaction to death happens in zigzag ways
surprising us with levels of intensity
for a longer period than we thought possible
we have to trust that all that is happening is part of the healing
Mourning is a signature experience, unique to each person-- and at each loss-- in form, duration, and impact.
We may experience tears
Feel sadness that someone is gone
Angry that he or she was taken from us.
We are afraid of the emptiness we will feel now.
i did a blackout poem for school in  4th grade and i found it and i wanted to share it.  everyone thought i was so deep when i wrote it and called it dark and blah blah but i was just way ahead of them lol, anyways hope u enjoy
Argh!
Pain and torment overwhelms,
Trying to express saddness,
Is like giving birth to death —
Which has led to denial, distraction and disconnection…

Ohhh!

Stunted grief equals stunted growth?!
But…
Reconnecting equals reclaiming;
Not fast,
But slow —
The slow food movement has infiltrated my grief,
On trend,
Or just on point?!

Have we been sold a lie,
That has kept us from ourselves?

It doesn’t have to make sense.
No pretty bow is needed,
No sugar coating,
No sweetness full stop.

Grief is messy!
And freeing —
And long,
And painful,
And healing,
And sweet.

But it needs working through,
For blossoms to bloom —
New beats to croon,
New tastes to tantilise,
New colours to be canvassed,
New sights to be seen.

Don’t rush, just stroll.
Don’t shrink for others,
But rise up,
Against the machine,
Let anarchy wait,
For new life to be claimed,
In due time…

Step outside the box,
Nothing makes sense as,
This is a new experience,
Made just for this season.
Don’t fight to control,
It’s just for a reason.
Release and let go —
From the archives…
i tear myself open
like a letter
never meant to be read,
until my hands tremble
and each line
bleeds into the next.

i’m the sum of everything
i swore i’d never be —
the cut, the salt,
the silent weight
of an empty glass.

the shell i’m left with
isn’t worth taking up space.
i became my own enemy,
when i ran out of people to blame.
this one is about rock bottom. and realising it’s not a place. it’s a self.
July 22, 2025
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