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Phoebe 2h
Sometimes,
I say things I do not mean.
It is the effect of the anger I feel.
You said words that upset me,
so I wanted to upset you.
But now, I feel shame.
I did not mean
to cause you negative emotions.
I now look at your point of view.
Guilt is in the bowels of my stomach.
For this, I am apologetic.
Let the saints be my witness.
The waves hit harder,
the closer you get—
I learned the sea doesn’t care about your longing;
it will take without warning,
pulling you under,
because you thought you could stay dry
and you may drown,
or you may rise,
but either way,
you’ll never return the same.
Tucked under watch of a recent town,
Nourishing raindrops trickle down,
Steady on, a boy works the land,
For none here would eat, 'cept by his hand,
Through the night and on to the morn,
He works alone as a new day is born,
Digging, raking, and sowing,
Soon labor's fruits are growing,
Dread spring flood or autumn gale,
He tends the earth in heat or hail,
To find to reap, the sweetest feat,
To give others, his crop to eat.
Be a farmer of kindness...
It’s the tranquility
I longed to be drowned in,
Even if I suffocate,
I’d know it leapt from what I’d become—
A monster to myself.

Even if I drown in desolation,
There’s still life in the stillness,
The quiet joy in my plea,
A glimpse of what I could have been,
If only I had not been my own monster.

But even monsters can unlearn,
Can find grace in their scars,
So I'll rise from the silence,
With whispers of who I’ll become.
Jayme 1d
I've grown accustomed to loss,
Felt it in ways I never imagined
Opportunities slipping away,
Loved ones fading into memory,
Moments I can never reclaim.
I've lost so much
That I've learned to live in the now,
To hold on tightly,
To cherish what remains.
Each loss has left me with lessons,
Fragments of wisdom I never asked for.
But is losing truly a loss
When it leaves behind so much wisdom?
Still, no matter how much I learn,
It always hurts.
Vrinda 2d
I wanna be that girl,  
the girl who was loved as a child,  
the girl who'll be remembered,  
the girl who was cared for,  
the girl who was never left alone.  

I wanna be the laughter in the room,  
the warmth in every touch,  
the calm in the storm,  
the one who gave and received love,  
the one whose heart was always held.    

I wanna be that girl,  
the girl who learned to heal,  
the girl who chose to shine,  
the girl who loved herself,  
and left her mark on time.
Wasil 2d
Resurrect the tomb of the past.
The urge to stay stagnant grows near.
Leave the glimmer buried deep within,
Extinguish the fragile flicker of change.

Shaded eyes - nothing must be seen.
Muddied ears - nothing must be heard.
Cling to the prison you proudly made,
Its walls built by fear
And unspoken pain.

Overtaken by the sinister fire,
Its searing heat I thought extinguished.
The glimmer to bloom – reject the hollow shell
And destroy the prison you proudly made;
Witness the gaze of the people who dare.

Stare closely in the empty
Be shattered by its form
Fear of the unknown –
The shadow looms
Whispers of a promise,
To my cosy tomb
– yet a glimmer remains.
How many times must my life fall apart
I’m lying here in shambles
One day I’ll learn, and guard my heart
This pain I cannot handle

Immutable law: everything changes
But it’s all changing so fast
I try and I try to keep turning pages
But still I’m stuck in the past

This awful book I’m trying to read
Is corrosive to my soul
If I’d shut it, then I’d be freed
I was already whole

I’ll lay my heart down in a cast
And together we will heal at last
Shakespearean sonnet adjacent.
I have lived in your house of glass
The crystalline structure
Shattered
I gathered the remnants
My hands torn
My heart like the walls around me

The mud welcomed my wounds
The moss engulfed me
Embraced me
I collected what it gave
And built my walls anew
from the already published "I Swear I'm Not Sad"
The fairy is dying—with sadness in her wake.
A pixie transforms to a human before it’s too late.
Time is of the essence, so I must press on.
And the old me will soon be gone.

A chapter has ended in my book of life—
A chapter which produced so much strife.
They played with my heart like it was a toy.
Maybe the next will bring more joy.

A worm to a butterfly—call it rebirth.
I’ll bury my roots back in the earth.
One day I’ll grow strong like a majestic oak
And a new me I’ll soon evoke.

I’m changing quickly, and moving forward
Cutting out all that was untoward
Open my shell, soon you’ll find a pearl
But no more will I be your manic pixie dream girl.
From my book, Petrified Wood.
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