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Cassie love Sep 23
We all crave something,
But once it's in our hands,
The craving ,the longing,
The spark—it disappears,
Drifting away
Like a leaf upon the river.
Shoaib Shawon Sep 14
There is nothing to ask of anyone,
nothing left to claim.
I sift through the fragments of memory;
whatever I find, I leave behind in silence.

Around the edge of the world
I draw a circle of emptiness,
lock myself within it,
and watch all other voids unfold.

I wonder—
are you emptiness,
or am I?
If not, then perhaps
every soul is nothing but empty.
This poem reflects the quiet weight of emptiness—the solitude that arises when nothing is asked of anyone and nothing is left to claim. It explores the fragile boundaries we draw around ourselves, the silent fragments of memory we leave behind, and the existential realization that perhaps emptiness resides in everyone. A meditation on isolation, reflection, and the void that binds us all.
Arna Jul 6
We all run after the ones
who don’t even turn to see us,
while the ones who truly care—
we leave waiting in the shadows.
And by the time we realize,
the gems are gone.
Yes… we are humans.
Flawed, emotional, and often, just a little too late.
We often chase the ones who don't care, while ignoring those who do—until it's too late. A quiet reminder of how human we truly are.
Arna Jul 4
If you can’t hold on others secrets with you, better stop listening to them.
Not every story is yours to share.
If trust isn’t your strength, silence should be your choice.
Because some secrets deserve a vault, not a voice.
Arna May 18
"We can get rid of addiction by getting addicted to another addiction.
It can be negative on positive or positive on negative."
"Swapping one cage for another. Choose wisely."
Ahmed Gamel Apr 24
A New World I See
I see a world not built on chains,
But minds that question, break the reins.
Where hearts are free to roam and soar,
Not bound by rules, but longing more.

The world we know is cracked and scarred,
Where truth is bent and dreams are barred.
The wolves above, they feast and lead,
While beneath, the sheep must bleed.

Yet I see a world where minds can thrive,
Where freedom's spark keeps us alive.
Not chaos born from hearts that burn,
But love and truth we’ll fight to learn.

Still, there’s a darkness in our veins,
A hunger deep, a thirst for gains.
For power, control, the will to rise—
We mask it well, but still disguise.

Two worlds we face, both dark and light,
One bound by fear, one free of fight.
The wolves will lead, the sheep will fall,
But will we rise above it all?

A world of power, a world of pride,
A world where we don’t need to hide.
A choice to rise, to build, to free,
To claim the world that’s meant to be.

But the cost is high, the price we pay,
For those who twist, for those who sway.
They'll take our truth, they'll take our soul,
And use our freedom to control.

Still, I see a world where love’s the key,
Where minds are sharp and hearts are free.
We hold our fate, we choose our way,
And with each step, we light the day.

We’ll walk the line between the wolf,
And in our hands, the power to pull.
From darkness into light we rise,
With truth and love as our disguise.

We are not beasts, we are the ones,
The chosen few, the many sons.
And if we fall, we rise again,
In a world reborn by love, not sin.

The answer’s ours, the choice is clear,
Will we fight or give in to fear?
I see a world where we can be,
More than wolves, more than the sea.

So I choose a world that’s born from mind,
A world where truth and love align.
A world where we can truly see—
The best of us, the best we’ll be.
This poem explores the complexities of human nature and society, questioning the delicate balance between freedom and control, power and love. It delves into the contradictions that define us as humans—our potential for both greatness and destruction—and envisions a world where we break free from the systems that hold us back. It's a call to awaken, to rise above the constraints imposed on us, and to embrace both love and truth as guiding forces.

I hope this resonates with you and sparks some deep reflection. May we all strive to build a world where humanity is free, not just from external chains, but from the limitations we place upon ourselves.
Sairs Quinn Jan 31
sometimes, stories outlive their storytellers - and that's okay. it's a circle of creation.

it is, then, a true testament of time, when such stories blossom and grow without the atmosphere of conception.

history in the making, or, rather, the thought that is a constant of the Human Condition:

history repeats itself.
i recently found this in my old scribbles and notes. i have no idea when i wrote it, but the handwriting suggests i was merely 16.
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