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I am a person.

And I will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of me.

Not again. Not ever.

I am a person.
And I had to earn it.

But firstly,
I had to find out on my own
that I never even learned it.

Never knew that it existed,
let alone that I deserved it.

Never knew that there was more
beyond how others would observe it.

Left to tear apart the parts of me
that weren't ******* perfect.

Believed my body and it's ***
exist to only be of service.

That in the eyes of others is
where the sum of all my worth is

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴?

Every time I showed a piece of me
my mother ******* burned it.

Or a lover would reverse it.

Weaponizing all my flaws
to take it all and ******* turn it.

Suddenly my sensitivity is
where all of the concern is.

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

Cause when I speak, the space it takes
can sometimes be a trigger.

They're not the point of my story,
but put their ego in the centre.

Making it about them,
when it's something so much bigger.

Cause most people just hear failure
when they're asked only to consider.

And realize that maybe
they're not a big part of the picture.

That the child inside me paints
with the pain that is within her.

Dipping her brush into
those who have dismissed her.

All who mislead or betray,
and the ones that desert her.

She covers the canvas
with the sound of sad silver.

The colour of **** glitters gold
and makes silence shimmer.

It catches the light
and the colours all kiss her

I stand strong beside her.

It took a long time to find her.

We are a person.

And I will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of us.

So if you say that you need
to be blunt and sarcastic
in the face of my pain,
no regard how traumatic -
it's really quite tragic.

So I need to write something drastic.

Poking at uncomfortable ideas is
kind of my thing.

XxxxX
mica light
Apr 18 2025
Not again. Not ever.
Soumya Bajpai Apr 10
In the peak summer season, on a bright blue morning,
I saw 2 worlds as I travelled to my calling.
I saw a man sitting dehydrated in front of the sparkling blue lake,
And a man defecating right beside the cow dung cake.

I saw an ambulance sitting idly by,
And a son driving his sick father, unable to let out a cry.
I saw a girl with her head out the sunroof, enjoying the cool summer breeze,
And a little kid trying to hold down his kaccha house, down on the ground scraping his knees.

I saw a woman tending to the roadside hedge,
And another throwing an empty bottle at its edge.
I saw a bungalow’s water tank leaking,
And a man straining gutter water that was positively reeking.

I saw 2 worlds,
One with a necklace of stones and one made of pearls.
Under that same bright blue sky,
I saw 2 worlds - one that waited to be buried and one that longed to fly.
Here's to being grateful for all that we have and appreciating life while we have the chance!
A life of many,
A life of not.
To know any,
To know rot.
I have seen,
for what I have not.
I have done to know,
That I cannot.
Escape my rage,
For I have wrot,
Is my own cage.
A nightmare,
That I broken.
A sage of mirrors,
For I have sought.
No reflection,
No dedication,
Anything I have knot.
Everything is futile,
For it is eternally mine.
I had some musings of a circle and entrapment, to live like one’s died, so I wrote this poem.
Aaamour Mar 23
HER
Her skin sparkled and her eyes exuded love,one look is all that took that made me feel like I am in heaven up above

The night sky is incomplete without the stars,I was incomplete without her

She was the beam of light in my miserable world,in her presence my mind twirled

Her thoughts as pure as snow kindness followed,all I ever wanted to see was just a smile on your face my love

Imagined our love as eternal as the waves at beach,in your absence my heart would screech

We picked the most beautiful flower for your bangle,God chose you to be his graceful angel

To our abode from the grave my tears trailed,the rest of my life your love was jailed

All the days we lived loved and laughed together,wish we could do them forever

Weeks turned into months months into years,every moment without you felt blue my dear

All the joy in my life vanished, now death is the only thing promised
lover may die but true love never does....
Danielle Mar 18
"It's a growing pain, like the sky watches me, as the water burdens my very life, a grotesque scene in a tranquil swamp, surrounded with all the flowers I only see as I lay there. It will be my forever lament, a maim into my soul, for the love that gets the best in me, it did the best of me, it is truly a crime."

Words told like a bestowed prayer, it vanishes through the wind as she lays there, submerged by the swamp.
Blaire Blues Feb 26
The dainty names
in which he paints.
There they’re kept—
folded and whatnot
in his pocket they rot.

The cries never fold
To these names that he holds.
Anyplace he walks,
he’s always full of daunt.

When will he ever tackle those lost hearts,
and soothe the tortured wards.
maxx Feb 22
I trace the blade like a promise,
carve my pain into skin—
maybe if I break enough,
you’ll remember how to hold me.

Maybe if I bleed,
you’ll come back,
just to see
if there’s anything left to save.
"i'd slit my own throat just to see if you'd mourn me"
maxx Feb 22
The world didn’t end like I thought it would,
just got quieter—
like the space after a slammed door,
like a name no one says anymore.

I buried you in the parts of me
that don’t see the sun,
but grief still blooms there,
soft and unwelcome.

I thought I'd be ready.
I thought leaving would feel like freedom.
But all I have now is the echo—
and nowhere to run.
kind of inspired by doomsday by lizzy mcalpine but also im heartbroken and its my own fault ****
maxx Feb 22
I see you in the space between streetlights,
where the wind tastes like October
and the leaves whisper your name.
I told myself I wouldn’t go back there,
but memory is a cruel, old house—
doors always open, floorboards aching.

You left your sweater in my closet,
a ghost I never learned to bury.
I wear it when the air gets cold,
pretending it still smells like you,
pretending I don’t feel like the house we built
has been condemned.

It’s funny how we used to love the fall,
how we swore we’d never be like them,
the people who left when things got hard,
the people who stopped saying goodnight.
And now, I walk past strangers
wearing your face in their shadows,
and you, somewhere,
are learning how to love without me.

I don’t know what’s scarier—
the ghosts, or the fact
that I let myself become one.
inspired by halloween by noah kahan, but not incredibly obvious
Saanvi Feb 19
Her beauty is breathtaking,
As she lies strewn on the cursed ground
Raven hair touching and staining the azure lake.
She looks like a tragic romance novel personified.
Hands bent at odd angles,
Dress a bit torn.
It seems she simply got lost in this forest,
Her once pink lips are now disappearing as maggots crawl out of them.
Did she drown in this harmless pool?
There's no blood.
Perhaps she just let go..
Even in death, one can look so pretty..
I can imagine her youthful smile, now her skin is forever frozen.
Did someone come looking for her?
Or did she slowly disperse in the wind?
With nobody caring where she went away.
The sunlight casts a golden sheen on the lilies floating in the pond water.
The now dead woman was perhaps an angel crawling out of the water.
No, she is not a woman.
She is still an angel,
Sleeping peacefully.
What a pity, the cool ripples of the water that once seemed inviting, just suffocate
At the end of the day.
What can give you life and beauty
Can also **** you in the blink of an eye
And that too ruthlessly.
To float in the water,
Like an angel with clipped wings,
Suspended by the weight of waves..
May seem like the dream to live
Until the waves crush your lungs, stop your beating heart, make your skin pale and mark bruises on your hands.
What might appear beautiful,
Can also be hollow and empty.
Beauty consumes and claims its spot without any mercy.
To surrender to all passions of life without thought and logic, to become one with the blue of the sky and the ocean, even if it costs me my life...
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