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Eli Jun 24
One petal fell, the other rose from the ground.
But the timing was precise.
Something hid the linings from the petal
to manipulate its falling, but who was it?
No one saw or heard. They said the petal was too sensitive, it fell on its own,
but why was the petal sensitive?
Why was the petal in the wrong for falling?
But the falling had its meaning, a reason, that made it the petals hope not to fall alone, it had a reason to hide, but not the fall?
Will anyone see? Will anyone hear?
Why would they never understand?
It's small and fragile, but if it can fall on its own, can it fall by a throw
Who did it? Who left unscathed?
Who laughed? Who caved?
The petal saw someone, who was it?
The one who rose,
It rose after throwing someone's dream, leaving them in pieces, and no one saw true..
They just said, '' one petal fell, the other rose.
For those who feel replaced.
Eli Jun 24
what do they write for me?
in the sky?
what do they have for me?
in their eyes?
where do i belong?
far by the gods and galaxies,
do i belong?
will i ?
To someone who feels lost.
Its gonna hurt either way but holding on is worse than letting go
You cant wait for people to become who they wanna or should be when you already the person you should've been
When they finally come to they senses it's too late
At this point you either still trying or gave up
You either give them another chance or go on with your life
At the end of the day you realize you dont have the patience for none of it no more
But you stay and fight cause instead of listening to your gut or heart you listen to your feelings instead
kaehaniya Sep 2020
wishing for calm
trying to keep it peaceful
i don't feel good, so don't start
it's a lot of bad things
don't start, i won't struggle
won't tell them ****
won't tell them
i wanna die
don't miss me, don't wish for me
make sure you outlive me
hope it goes down as g.o.d.
there'd be no me
it was god's plan
hope it was god's plan
found poem
9/10/2020
kaehaniya Sep 2020
awkward questions, awkward stares
told that i'm putting on airs
written out of all the prayers
i don't fit into the squares
9/8/2020
kaehaniya Sep 2020
and so she kept herself alive
purely out of spite.
9/2/2020
kaehaniya Aug 2020
thought he was doing the right thing too.
8/31/2020
kaehaniya Aug 2020
this is a song
it’s about math
it’s not too long
i’m sure of that.

math has always
been quite fun
and you’ll never faze
the endless puns.

math can be easy
math can be hard
but it’s never cheesy
it’s never charred

well, that’s all for this poem today
but math? it’ll always be there, in a way.
this was for a challenge - write a shakespearean sonnet about math
8/29/2020
kaehaniya Aug 2020
unmarked graves
have nothing to say.
were they the hunters?
or were they the prey?
“are we the hunters, or are we the prey?”
- ruelle // game of survival
8/25/2020
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