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Jay May 10
Real love doesn’t disappear, it settles. It sinks into the soft earth beneath our memories, nestling into the hidden folds of life where even time can’t quite reach. Silence may reshape it, soften its edges, but it never truly leaves. It lingers in a fleeting glance through a crowd, in a quiet song playing in an empty room, in dreams that stretch beyond the morning light. I know I have to go now, the lines have already been drawn across the stars. So I’m trying to follow them without questioning the path. Still, if the universe is kind, if fate forgets to lock the door, then maybe, just maybe, there’s still a chance we could find our way back to each other.
Wondy May 9
i feel lost
like i'm in a big forest and there is no light no map to guide me
to show me where to go
no one there to console me or help me to get to my destination
is there even a destination?
even when i'm lying in my bed
i feel like i'm running
my mind is running
i feel lost
even when i don't have anything to do
i want to fly
away
away from all of this
all of this thought
all of those feelings
i want to stop feeling
feeling this
I tell myself, I'm not a mother,
In this lifetime, this plane.
Maybe in another.
I just quietly hold this pain.

But in my soul,
I held you whole.
My sweet little one, it hurt more than I can say to let you go.

As you lived in me once before,
I hope to feel your soul once more.
I'll cradle you and tend your little wings.
My heart it aches, for the promises of someday always stings.

I bled you out against my will,
I dream of who you could have been,
Or could be still.
A part of me was lost with you then.

One day, I hope to hold your tiny hand in mine.
Some day, I hope to hear your wanting cry.
One day, I hope to see your sweet green eyes shine.
Some day, I hope I'll never have to say goodbye.

I want to feel your heartbeat beneath my touch.
I want to sing you lullabies and hold you tight.
I want to give you the world, it would never be too much.
I want to chase away the darkness, wash you in the light.

I tell myself, I am a mother,
In this lifetime, this plane.
No whispers of maybe in another.
In the here and now.
It erases that old pain.
Those little wings will find me-
I know it somehow.

I know it somehow.
KindyGifty May 9
In four walls, I resided
An inmate of love, yet confined
Papa gave me a sword but never taught me to wield
With Mama's haven of wings, my growth did yield
One day my father told me my day has arrived
The doors swung open wide
With the call of freedom, one step outside
But with a misstep, I came stumbling, fell
Papa never gave me guidance to navigate life's compelling spell
No instructions on resilience, no words of might
I face the world, without a fight
Their protection, a double edged sword
Guarded me from harm, yet left me unexplored
Now, I wander, lost, alone
Fighting shadows with no might, gloom unknown
Regretting the closed mouth, the muttered words
My life of questions, no answers heard
Papa's sword, that he passed unto me, a symbol of strength and pride
Now lays in rust, unused, struggling to survive
Mama gave me wings, but never taught me to fly
Now I falter, wondering why?
I don't love who you
are,                                                             ­                       
                                                                ­                                                        
I love who you used to be                                                               ­                                                     
                                                                ­                                                      
 I keep hoping that not too          
 far,                                                            ­              
                                                                ­                                                      
  that person is still
  lurking                                                       ­                               
                                 ­                                                                 ­                        
   I get a glimpse now &
   then                                                             ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­                 
 that keeps my hopes
alive                                                            ­                        
                                        ­                                                                 ­               
I keep on wondering
when,                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                                
you'll tell me he's
arrived                                                          ­                            
                                                                ­                                                
Every once in a
while,                                                           ­                           
                                                                ­                                                    
he shows himself to
me,                                                              ­                                            
                    ­                                                                 ­                                       
in a look or a smile                                                            ­                                                    
            ­                                                                 ­                                           
and it is so reassuring                                                       ­                                                               
                                                                ­                                                  
but those glimpses are so few                                                              ­                              
                                                                ­                                                      
  it leaves me questioning                                                      ­                                
                                ­                                                                 ­               
  Why do I stay with you?                                                             ­                             
                                   ­                                                                 ­              
What's this loves direction?                                                       ­                           
                                                                ­                                                  
My heart still won't give up                                                               ­                   
                                                                ­                                                    
it's missing what is gone                                                             ­                     
                                           ­                                                                 ­            
but I know it's been long
enough                                                           ­                     
                                                                ­                                                  
and he's not coming home
Piyush May 8
Somewhere, promises fell apart,
Somewhere else, a new vow starts.
Someone's heart is making gains,
While someone else is counting pain.

You've found comfort in someone new,
Yeah... I think I always knew.
Your city's crowded, your time too tight,
No space for even a moment’s goodbye.

Why does the world never stand still?
Why does it always go against your will?
I'm at the verge of losing my sight,
Yet I see you there shining bright.

I see you standing there,
Facing the world alone here,
So strong, like you don’t even care,
While I still break with every stare.

My final day is here,
The sky will be bright as ever,
But my dream isn't here,
My life is lost in this player.
"My Life is lost in this player"
Jordan Ray May 7
I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the way your laughter used to sound.
Still, I’m over here —
barely whole,
but waiting,
willing,
if you’d reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
I have no guidence.

Searched on every summit
for some lost elusive cure,
and for the alchemy to make
me feel like I was pure.

Violently, I've torn through
the marrow of all I am,
begging every single deity
I've known for their hand.

I have no peace.

Maybe healing will never surface,
Maybe muffled by the sand.
A doctrine for the hopeful,
Who will never understand.

Wounds have always held
Daggers that were never removed.
What if pain protects the heart
Because it never is renewed?

I have no harmony.

Singing broken hymns can birth
another's hymn of praise.
Unspoken cosmic laws that state
Examples must be made.

I am never truly broken,
I can wish to be in time,
But I remain a quantum sonnet,
That is void of any rhyme.

I have no exit.

Maybe there is grace that lives
Within my wilted plea.
In knowing, I'm exactly
Who I knew I'd always be.

In a life of pulling chains,
Tethered to a hopeless mind.
What is left within a soul,
To see a purpose that's divine,

Without the residue of ash
From embers charring bone?
Without emotions echoes,
That have turned it into stone.

The cold sweat of empathy
For the fellow misbegotten.
Or wihout the twitching nerves
Of a body that is rotten.

I have no dreams.

I cannot find belief in me
For false restoration.
No longer a beggar for
A hollowed-out salvation.

I walk with aching fractures
To a rapture born in rust.
A fate I feel deep in my core,
That all is made of dust.

I have no reasons.

What's the purpose
For this riddle I weave?
Is there truth in what remains,
Or is truth in what will leave?

As I stand, a withered body,
weeping now without a plea.
I am all I ever was,
All I've known I'd ever be.

I have no future.

Zafar Shaikh May 5
I stand at the end, looking upon the new road ahead.
I step on to a new journey, with its map unread.
I am unaware of the destination; how do I advance?
"I am just a piece of paper here", said the map at a glance.
I carry along with me a treasure trove of experience and memories,
To which I still cling upon for an appease.
I find it tough to leave the treasure behind,
Together that I earned with my people in our grind.
I learn about the road on every turn as I proceed,
I reach the fork and validity of my decision makes me worried.
For the demand of each path, I pay a similar cost,
Not on the way, but in the pool of my thoughts, I am lost.
1DNA May 5
Right from the start, I messed up bad.
"Please be happy, don't be sad".
What pathetic words from me,
as I watched you drown in sea.

Didn't pull you out, didn't lend a hand,
But stood tall and high in the land.
Didn't bat an eye, as I watched you cry
I turned away and let time fly.

Soon after, I was back again
To find lost joy I might've lost there then
I came closer, thinking it would be found
I would be safe, as I'm on the ground.

But then, the waves grew loud and big,
as I stood off-guard like a fragile twig.
I couldn't escape; I couldn't flee.
You became one with sea.
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