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Maya Duran Sep 10
i.
To catch a boy in the wake of summer
Leave out a cup
Brimming with melon-colored milk tea and tapioca
Make sure to capture his smile
When he spills some on the counter

When it is still warm on the cheeks
And independence has yet to be fully realized
You catch a boy by offering him the futon
Night after night after night after night
You don’t think to ask your mom and
He doesn’t seem to mind the basement stench
But you overcompensate with your words anyway
You’re good at that

Kesha plays like a hymn in the cathedral
Of his boyfriend’s second car
But you catch a boy with the menthol sound
Of Cavetown at dusk in your hole of a bedroom
And he sits on the bed and watches you paint
As his notifications are piling up with passive-aggressive texts
Summer tastes like lemon and cough drops
This is the first poem in a series titled "Cavetown wrote a song about your ex and we played it all summer long." The series is about the best summer of my life, although the poems may appear bleak upon first reading. It is about falling in love and the budding of a best friendship. About seeing and being seen.
Ikigai Poet Jul 5
My heart is driven by the hymns of selflessness,
The falling sakura leaves touch the strings,
Playing a beautiful melody on shamisen.
I'm resonating,
One with the nature,
My heart beats fifty dying stars a second,
Such is the magic of a heartbreak.
The ecstatic hallucination,
The vicious pleasure,
Raging sanity,
Evaporates.
Become one with reality,
Let your wounds sing the hymn of pain.
-Ikigai Poet
Heartbreaks are often powerful.
A Yorks Jun 7
Surud belha ume ina,
Nusan takme in dunaš una,

Zul nusanipe sehejaheš,
Kam nusanipe dabantina šaheš.

Zumurrud-belha nukume,
Ta'rix nime mellik šaš;

Iršekki betir nupe,
Meten marikeš inne;

Belha, mellik antakmentu.
"Emerald"

"A hymn to my country,
Which gives life to me,

Whose waters glimmer,
Whose seas are blue.

Our emerald-country,
Your history is millennia;

Your enemies many,
But they have never had victory;

O land, live for millennia."
I will not silence my voice when I know the Truth reigns;
Why should I hold back God's message when man could be saved?
Though all the world abates me,
Though sin and death suffocates me,
My voice shall shine like a sun in the rain.

I will not dampen my joy as God lives in my heart;
How can the Fire in me ever be taken apart?
While grievous trials test me,
While dreadful woes may contest me,
My joy shall burn as a diamond for art.

I will not darken my mind and forget what God said;
Who could be able to live without God's Word in head?
Lest fleshly lusts distract me,
Lest satan's traps counteract me,
My mind shall feast on my Savior's sweet bread.

I will rejoice in Christ Jesus, my Light and my Rock;
He fills my heart and my mind, and my voice He unlocks.
I lift my praises to Him;
I live my life ever through Him.
Let us rejoice evermore as we walk:

Jesus my Savior and Jesus my Brother and Friend,
Jesus my Lord and my glorious King beyond end,
You are the Lamp to my feet;
You are the Light to my path,
Jesus the Son of my Father in heav'n!
Hark, while the wasteland breathes out silent whims,
And see, as night's aura cloaks distant trees;
A sinister echo of ancient hymns,
Floats up, in a creeping midsummer breeze.

As the miles sum up - an anxious bearing,
Rushes a vague fright up the fragile spine;
But with the city lights on watch, nearing,
This unsettling fear slides down the incline.

The unattended anxiety does go,
Which this travel in the dark did arise;
City lights torch a new fret although,
But far less weary, it, in question, lies.

Wearisome measures of the restless nights,
Merit resistance by the city lights.
Based on what traveling away from home to another city feels like to me.
Kyra Apr 24
She paused, an almost smile flitted across her sorrow sunken face.
Her blonde hair reminded me of someone I used to know
Her blue eyes, while clouded, reminiscent of warmth.

She returned to her hymn, the mourning pitch rung in my ears.
"Do you sing for Beauty?"
"Do you sing for Truth?"

She never answered.
Corey Mar 24
Hymn

At night, my gaze is lifted to your grace.
I sink into my skin, relaxed upon the knowledge
that you are constant.  
Your quiet luminescence lights my way.
Your still movements sway in me,
like the ocean tides to your will.

And yet, when I fall I am not broken.
In me you will always stay.
And when I speak to you I have not spoken,
you know what I had meant to say.

At night, my gaze is lifted to your grace;
it holds me in its embrace.


Lament

For the nights that you've abandoned me,
I ask that you see my growing frustration.
My body becomes filled with a rage
that's fueled by an unhealthy obsession.

For in those nights I am weak, brittle;
feeling as if I've lost my balance.
In those nights I am broken, hurting;
on my knees sobbing in your absence.

And in those nights I search for you,
that you'll let your light seep in
But you show me that you never left,
I just chose not to see where you'd been.


Thanksgiving

You return like eyes opening;
the darkness parting to your beauty.

I'm reminded how well you know me
and that you always knew me.
You knew me when I was at my best,
and when I'd fallen to my worst.
You showed me there's safety in stars
and picked me up when my body was hurt.

I am thankful for your constant grace,
your willingness to effortlessly forgive;
your careful happiness that shines through me
and will continue to shine as long as I live.
Badshah Khan Feb 17
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 56

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

In your divine love I been blazing merrily
In the sensible course of sacred flames
But none flames, scarcely disturb me or avidly ****** me.
When I eagerly hymn your sacred name, Oh my Beloved!

Oh My Beloved' I am ferociously blazing,
Every broad day and lovely night.
In your divine love, Oh my beloved
Indeed, I am blazing ferociously;
Not in fierce flames, but in wane!

Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
She was a fantasy
I played over and over
in my head
like a hymn
recited on a Sunday morning
while waiting for forgiveness
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