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Jamxsky 1d
Smiling in my silent screaming pain,
It's like pushing the wall of hope in vain,
Then my heart aches to the bone,
Freezing me in the room to be alone.
Sometimes it's okay to be true to yourself, 'cause our emotions are valid and recognizing them is a matter for our growth and peace of mind.
Jamxsky 7d
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Pagod na 'kong humagilap,
Mabuti pa'y ibulong sa alitaptap,
Ang kompiyansang di mahanap,
Baka sakaling ito'y kumislap.
For those who are struggling to find inner confidence, just a reminder that you can find it along the process; always remember that as long as there is an open door for improvement, don't hesitate to enter.
Repentant Feb 4
Streetlights hum a lullaby
to neon dreams.
Cracked pavement blooms
with graffiti roses.

My heart, a tangled vine,
unfurling in the dark.
Too many words unsaid,
a choked-back symphony.

Phone screen glows,
a cold comfort.
Another night adrift
in the digital sea.

But somewhere, a connection flickers.
A shared breath,
a whispered "me too."

Maybe tomorrow,
the static will clear.
Maybe tomorrow,
we'll find our bloom.
Vulnerability, relatability, short lines, imagery, modern language, social commentary, experimentation
dead poet Nov 2024
i'm still running, running fast;
i'm running fast... i'm running fast -
this was never meant to last!
Nipuni Ranaweera Jun 2024
Clipping my poems
so that they look cute
on instagram
so that they huddle
like chickens bound in a
butcher’s lorry
making way for pictures
feet-  in –a tangle,
like snipping a plant
for Bonsai
you think it’s the branches that you prune
but it’s really the roots that you
mangle.
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