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Samy Sadn May 21
I started late
Running with the world, 17 years after.
Chasing a dream
I wasnt even sure was mine.

Along the race line, I met many souls.
Some broke my heart,
Some I broke.
Like muscles torn
The more they break,
The stronger they become.
Or at least,
Thats what they say.

But is the pain really worth it?
Maybe if I blink enough,
I’ll wake up at 43.
And finally know.

They say numbers are infinite,
But have you ever met someone
Who tried to count them
And lived to tell the tale?
Do you think it’s too late?
Samy Sadn May 21
I was 18 once,
Thought the world would wait for me.
Took a year off , just to grow my hair,
Sure I still had time to chase my dream.

But in the blink of an eye, I'm 33.
Working a job I never imagined I'd do.
Grateful. Happy. At peace.
Yet always wondering
What if I had walked with the world, instead of watching it pass?
Do you ever feel like you knew you had potential back then, but wasted it?
Then there are those moments which touch the soul,
and you wish you could freeze them in time.
Sometimes, mere moments of kindness can heal years of pain.

-Rhia Clay
Artis May 20
The Last Day

What would you do
On the last day
Of your life?

If you couldn't turn back the clocks—
They were broken,
Frozen in time,
Only showing all the time you have left,
All the time you have wasted.

Would you:
Finish that book
That you said
You would come back to—
But never did?

Make peace—
Tell everyone
You were in the wrong?

Hug them,
Tell them:
"It's okay,"
And laugh
Like you used to,
Without a care in the world.

Would you
Go lay in the grass,
Watch the midnight stars
One last time?

Would you
Finally set yourself free,
Not hold back,
Let go of the guilt—
That once held you by a string,
Making a nice web
For you to sleep in?

Would you call
The love of your life,
Who melted away—
Vanished like the night
After years
Of saying: "No, I can't"?

Would you
Tell them to come over,
Shower them with roses
One last time?

See the sunset
One last time,
As you hold them
In your arms—
As you tell them
You love them,
Let everything out,
Let them cry in your arms.
They say, "I love you" back—
But really,
Your "I love you"


        
         -

                       Means goodbye.
What would you do? ❤️‍🔥
I touch you in a place
most look past,
a place within reach.

It is within this place
I feel most alive.

The space between hearts,
the space between fingers,
interlocked, soft and slow.

No one really pays attention
to the space mid-heartbeat
only the beginning and the end
of palpation.

But here, I taste the air
and come to life.

It’s not heavy.
In fact, I am weightless.

But I feel it
in the hopes that you reciprocate.

No different than the space
between minutes,
simply ticking.

The world is not ours,
but that isn't a reason to be afraid.

When I think about you,
I visit this place,
not afraid to knock on your ribs,
with every intention
to exist closer to your heart
dee May 20
I suffer from the chronic consequences of elongating my own obstinacy.
Every single coordinated action rises from fear
So my heart can drive in the name of patience.
something short
AE May 20
Right at the seam of the blue lake
childhood runs through the sand
I, cautiously keep my feet on the rocks
leaving behind new footprints
laughing about what still makes us kids
leaning against the fallen tree trunks
that never abandon us to find our balance

I reach out, with both hands
and between *******
are worlds, and worlds, and worlds
I´ve shed my thoughts
into the silence of nights
nowhere to run,
I´m holding the gun.

I´m the one
trying to outrun,
hosting the hunt,
running at the front.

I´m my own prey,
gasping for the airway,
catching myself at the bay.

I want to be targeted,
not for you to misinterpret
I´d love to witness
my breath quickness,
how you´d hunt me-
then I´d be free.

With every breath I count,
there are few I miscount,
there´s one I´d steal
from you, to heal.
20/4/25
Beneath the weight of the moon, won't we
resemble all these shattered constellations

And finding a good place to feel sad; is my
reflection melting out of your eyes– a scene
of when tears cascade down your cheeks,
when I always seem so far away

As the echoes of all bygone aspirations fade
into the hue of cosmic dust; my voice fails in
calling out your name – as every fallen star
falls out of its spark, betrayed by the dark

In Time, and Again… is where we rediscover
the essence of falling in love again.
Maria May 9
for times gone by

When I was small,
I used to sit on the sofa,
And look out to the garden.
It seemed the whole world.

Impossible to get bored, it was,
So full of life and colour.
Each day, each season,
Something new.

When the daffodils weren’t dancing,
The apples were ripe.
And if not the apples,
Then the holly and snowberries.

One day, the garden,
It greeted a sweet visitor.
A blackbird. I saw it and
Watched it with marvel.

I gave him a name, though I won’t say.
It was my secret you see?
He kept visiting,
This blackbird.

Once, I drew him with my pencils,
Trying to capture,
His beautiful feathers,
The way the light played the scene.

Time moved on quickly
And life only got busier.
Hardly had time to sit and
Look at the garden.

For some time, I’d look for him each day,
Slowly dwindled to a few.
There must have been,
A last look.

Time alone passed, and I visited
My parents at home.
One day, I thought of him,
And looked out. But he was not there.

The blackbird does not come anymore.
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