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I don’t like the days and I don’t like the nights.
I only like parts.
I want to enter the part where I enter dreamland.
Even while awake later.
Just outside flying with the wind.
No distraction.
Being what I want to be.
For once and for all.
I want peace and dreams.
In the dark and sometimes in the light too.
But not too light, I became allergic to light.
Cause this life has left me burning and not able to face the brightness of another difficult day.
And the sounds are so horrific that they take my soul to leave it lost in space.
And my body cannot move.
It’s lying there still.
No one questioned.

Scars lined up

My arms.

Darkened shadows

I proudly wear

In day hour.

A numb torso

Breezing past,

With freezing hope.

There is beauty.

In still parts.
If you focus on the pain
Mild sore aches or strain
Does it fade away
Enough for long as
sun does with shade

Measurements of mixed context

The more we sit inside
Idle minded led astray
Nature's chemistry in flux
Diametrically perplexed
Medication stimulating parts of the brain
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Ivy Chakma Apr 28
To you I am like the winter snow,
There is only this much of me you will ever know,
There are darker parts of me buried under the snow.
There is so much a person will know as much as you are willing to show. No one can ever know all of you but you. You man seem as beautiful and fascinating as the snow but know one will know the inner dangers covered underneath the snow.
As time passed
We forget to laugh
Invested in materialistic
Some burdens
******* apart, the joy of heart
As time passed,
Not even mirror can tell
Us apart,
When we came crashing
To ground,
Coercing the internal
As time passed
We forget to love
Our own ‘vitality’
ali Feb 19
my friendship is yellow

my friendship is being your favorite color

you are falling and you don’t realize until you hit the bottom and your fingernails have dirt underrate them from digging and digging because your skin has been white-hot burning for so long the air against your skin as you free fall felt like relief

and i know i was alive once because i can still hear ocean waves crashing in my ears

flickering embers 

distorted by ***** wine glasses

you aren’t here

but i’m starting to think you never were

through the swaying leaves of almost-summer,

not yet humid but enough to wear your favorite green sandals,

enough where you are not yet care-free,

but you can almost taste it

like strawberry juices dripping down your chin
I will write a paragraph
The pamphlet will be announced

They put our photos at that document
The passage is remarked

All left the speech, went to the image
Mine, that is the great fault

All these me in great advantage
The war inside me made great damage

I said after I heard some words
If they saw hers the projects will be advanced

The jealous took my hearts
My heart divided into parts

Every part became heart and enemy
Carrying weapon and army

I shouted and cancelled the project, finally
the love makes one see te world into the eyes of his beloved
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