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Farwa 3d
Purifying myself

Trying to be the best

Love is nowhere

Time feels like a mess

Clouds hiding the lights

Silver contrasts the dark

The moonlight strains the glass

The tears drop for a lost cause

Steam of white, fog her eyes

Blinding her from seeing the light

The world becomes a bland interest

That lies behind a strange interest

Brown orbs of her eyes

Become dry like nothing’s lies

The salt on her curved lips

Sipping the hot tea of hope and plea

Moonlight disappears behind a cloud

Leaving a grieving shell on the ground

The girl’s eyes widen with horror

As her hopes disappears from sorrows

The tremble in her system

The emptiness of absence

Heavy eyelids droop

Watching the moon brood

The dime of unknown beauty lies

Beneath the tree, besides the creeping pesticides

She longed for anyone's eyes

The hope crushing like silver lines

Her eyes burn yet again

The lies she told herself yet again

Even if she lost the silver lights

Of the only friend that lies way above all cries

Small sphere, shining in the sky
Emotions on paper.
At 6 o'clock on a Friday, I saw her.
Through the window, blocks away.
To and fro in her wooden swing,
She showered my soul's dry bay.

No care for the world, she sat there
This window blocked half my sight
Though distant, her miniature figure,
Felt cradled in my sight.

The sunset glistens her hazel eyes,
They shine as she parts her hair.
Yet time stood still as I watched her there,
A fleeting dream caught in the air.
alex May 22
The world lies serene from up here,
bright blinding lights
seem dim,
people like insects, crawling
insects like dust, clinging
and scuttling to their dark corners.
A place above all
where I can forget.
As I watch my feet swing
over the edge,
I'm not scared nor sad,
not thrilled either,
Just am.
From up here, even chaos looks calm.
The allusion we perform
So that people perceive us
The way they want
Maria Etre Apr 2
XS
When I fear my heart
has become too small
for the love
it carries
failing
to
express
the muchness
of
it
all
Ruheen Feb 20
I could be in the smallest room in the world and still feel small
I could be in the most open of fields and still see walls
I'm tiny, hunched down
Humility, but worse now
I'm drowning, but they love me
On the ground, it's killing me
But I still look up
Waiting for the sky
To
Fall
On
Me
There are waves on ceiling and they're stuck on green
Don't care for flowers so I picked dead leaves
There's a roof in my leak and stars on my wall
Pineapple lights but they won't turn on
There are words in my chest
And a man in my closet
Who throws my clothes off their hooks
Tells me to be honest
"Let that little girl out.
Turn the lights on.
Smile for more than a moment.
Or you'll be stuck in the smallest room in the world
Feeling small."
Aaron Layton Feb 13
A sky full of stars, a shimmering sight,
Whispers of dreams in the soft, gentle night.
They dance like the wishes we’ve hidden away,
Guiding our hearts as they twinkle and sway.

Each flicker a story, each glow a sweet song,
Reminding us softly that we all belong.
The moon stands as guardian, glowing so bright,
Lighting the pathway through shadows of night.

In the silence of space, our troubles grow small,
With the canvas of night, we can have it all.
So let’s gaze together, with spirits so free,
Under the universe, just you and me.

A sky full of stars, with hope intertwined,
In their radiant beauty, our solace we find.
With each fleeting moment, in silence we share,
The magic of starlight, a bond that we wear.
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