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Khyati Jul 2020
Some wounds can't be cured
by band-aids which cover.
In fact the abstractness of such scars,
can't be numbed
even by anaesthetic hangovers!
Jamie Jul 2020
I shiver and shake
Goosebumps
all over my
skin
My breathing
is laboured
I don't want to be here.

My fingernails
drag across
my arms
The skin
leaking
I don't want to be here.

I promised to
stick it out
but I knew
not of the
things I know now
I don't want to be here.

The lights are
too bright
the voices are
too loud
the air
too thick
I don't want to be here.

I told you
I warned you
If He doesn't do it
then I will
I don't want to be here.

And that is my final promise to you,
one that I intend to keep.
Alek Mielnikow Jun 2020
if there is pain
there is hope
but if you are numb
you'll never know
if you can cry
please do
if you want to cry
please do


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by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
The poem has nothing to do with Yemen, but to update you on that, the situation in Yemen is getting much worse, which is odd and unfortunate to say considering what the situation is already.

A ceasefire between various forces, which began because of the outbreak of Covid-19, has ended, and with its conclusion the country has erupted into violent clashes.

The Houthi rebels are reportedly hiding the severity of the Coronavirus outbreak among their territories, making it more difficult to aid.

And UNICEF is reporting that its $479 million appeal for Yemen is less than 40% funded, and unless it receives $30 million by the end of June, operations concerning WASH - Water, Sanitation, And Hygiene - will have to shut down. "This means UNICEF will not be able to provide fuel to operate water pumping stations, or de-sludge sewage, or maintain crumbling water and sanitation infrastructure", Marixie Mercado, spokesperson for the agency. "It means we will not be able to distribute basic family hygiene kits that include soap, which is so critical for preventing both cholera and COVID in a context where millions don't have access to hand-washing facilities."
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How can you help? Assimilate, donate, and spread awareness, or ADaSA.

If you go to my Instagram account, @alekthepoet , in my bio there's a link to a Linktree, and the first two boxes will provide you with information on what is going on. The first link will take you to a report by Human Rights Watch, and it details the travesties that make up the crisis. The second link will take you to a report by the Council on Foreign Relations, which goes into detail on the political and military side of what is happening and why.

The other boxes provide multiple reputable organizations that you can donate to, or aid in other ways. As you can tell from the information above, those trying to provide aid need money and resources, and they need them soon, so if there is anything you can donate, or you can ask someone else to donate, please do.

Finally, letting others know lets them do the above. Whether that's just bringing it up in conversations, reposting on various social media sites, or sending the information in a large newsletter, it will all help if you direct them to learn and donate.
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Am I doing anything else besides the above?

Yes. I will contact various people in the US Congress to get something going there, both in offering more aid and stopping the supplies of weaponry to the Saudi Arabia military. I know it sounds vague to say "get something going", but it's more complex than that and I promise there's more to it and that there's a reason for my vagueness.

I am also putting together a fundraiser, of which the proceeds will go to the organizations above and will include shirts, stickers, and a catchy slogan that can help us in raising awareness. I'm in the logistics phase, so bear with me, and in the meantime donate to the organizations directly because they desperately need it now.

But I hope to have it up and running soon.
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Hopefully the above info helped. And I hope you enjoyed the poem, which is still what I do, though less these days.
Aleka May 2020
I can see it...
It’s light...
My destiny.
I’ve finally reached it.
My suffering was worth it.
Now I can rest in peace.
I close my eyes.
The brilliant light,
Taints my blindness
Into a garnet red.
I take a deep breath,
And hold it’s welcoming hand.
My mind.
My heart.
My soul.
Are at ease...
As I fade into nothingness...
Aleka May 2020
I want to fly away...
I can hear her whisper...
A soft, tender melody.
I want to fly towards her...
But my fears,
They won’t let me.
Because of my cries,
She won’t hear me.
I walk towards her light,
Ignoring my pains.
Is that light as bright anymore?
Are her whispers as gentle anymore?
I’m almost there.
Her melody and light invade me.
My body,
It goes numb.
My mind,
It Shatters.
So... I realized not a long time ago that I really enjoy writing and reading poetry. I wrote this. It was one of my fist poems, apart from school assignments etc, and I’m very proud of it.
liakey Apr 2020
numbness falls over me;
like a thick wool blanket protecting me from the cold of a dark, winter night

insulated and warm,
my feelings fade away.
yet the coldness surrounding me remains,
constantly inviting me to play.

I wonder how long this numbing will last?
when will the sun rise again and another empty night like this will have fully passed?

returning with the day is the pain of this freezing terrain,
reminding me just how little from the darkness I’ve really strayed;
I know this is only a temporary wait to sustain.
Amna Khan Apr 2020
I am no longer here
or at least
it feels like it.

Sitting here
in the land of the dead
is too overwhelming.

Spiraling
down, down, down
but I'm still intact.
How? Why?

I'm immobile
like the intricate patchwork
below me
dead;
just like the cruel substance
that I'm made of.

All the gravestones are scoffing,
mocking the only emotion
that i am capable of;
GRIEF.

Mourn I must;
that the woman
who gave birth to my father
the only anchor I had
that still remained
is dead.

The gravestones chant,
in a language that I can understand,
"All must die.
Mourn no longer
than necessary.
Forget the dead.
PITY THE LIVING."

They are right.
But I will mourn
my deceased anchor
for a while longer;
otherwise, numbness
will take over my horizons
and there is no going back
from there.

So I bury the dead
but before I leave,
I do not forget
to dig my own grave,
for the time is inevitable
before Grief hands me over
to the unforgiving hands of Numbness
and I join those gravestones.
skyy omalley Apr 2020
On my tongue, a fiery sensation
Burning my throat and the roof of my mouth
A pepper with an intense flame
My nerves are stimulated, even the slightest stroke is felt on my skin.

The pain of the pepper doesn’t last long.
My tongue becomes bored.
The flavorless taste is what I was used to
But tasting a pepper after living without it, made me addicted.

It happened on a date
He slipped a pepper into my sandwich
At first the spiciness was unsettling, but it soon began to entice me
Thinking he had hurt me, but instead I enjoyed the thrill.

I know it’s wrong
So many spicy things is bad for your body
It is not something I should enjoy
But the taste is engraved on my tongue, and it’s too late to quit this strange hobby of mine.
Arawyn Apr 2020
Sometimes goodbyes are the best thing that can be said,
we end much suffering from one word that changes the aspect of one's humanity.
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