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Anoosha Zaib Apr 24
Let eyes shine with endless happiness
Let eyes laugh in lovely moments
Let eyes soften with quiet understanding


Let eyes witness nature's wonders
Let eyes be curious for hidden things
Let eyes observe the world's secrets
Let eyes wander, ever wide
Let eyes dream of flying high
Let eyes show wisdom, the path to success




Let eyes burn with anger
Let eyes cry for all that once was
Let eyes weep with the ache of the heart
Let eyes shed tears for what is lost
Let eyes carry the ache of goodbye
Let eyes flinch at haunting moments

Let eyes lower in the moments of shame
Let eyes show respect and silent strength


Let eyes tell the story of truth
Let eyes speak unspoken words
Let eyes whisper the secrets of love
Let eyes be happy, full of life


Let eyes smile without words, showing kindness
Let eyes care, revealing unspoken love
Let eyes hold contact, revealing secrets
Let eyes hold respect, honoring those they met

Let eyes show emotion ,let them feel
Let eyes live life , so soul may truly live
And you live life.
Let eyes speak
Ahmed Gamel Apr 24
A New World I See
I see a world not built on chains,
But minds that question, break the reins.
Where hearts are free to roam and soar,
Not bound by rules, but longing more.

The world we know is cracked and scarred,
Where truth is bent and dreams are barred.
The wolves above, they feast and lead,
While beneath, the sheep must bleed.

Yet I see a world where minds can thrive,
Where freedom's spark keeps us alive.
Not chaos born from hearts that burn,
But love and truth we’ll fight to learn.

Still, there’s a darkness in our veins,
A hunger deep, a thirst for gains.
For power, control, the will to rise—
We mask it well, but still disguise.

Two worlds we face, both dark and light,
One bound by fear, one free of fight.
The wolves will lead, the sheep will fall,
But will we rise above it all?

A world of power, a world of pride,
A world where we don’t need to hide.
A choice to rise, to build, to free,
To claim the world that’s meant to be.

But the cost is high, the price we pay,
For those who twist, for those who sway.
They'll take our truth, they'll take our soul,
And use our freedom to control.

Still, I see a world where love’s the key,
Where minds are sharp and hearts are free.
We hold our fate, we choose our way,
And with each step, we light the day.

We’ll walk the line between the wolf,
And in our hands, the power to pull.
From darkness into light we rise,
With truth and love as our disguise.

We are not beasts, we are the ones,
The chosen few, the many sons.
And if we fall, we rise again,
In a world reborn by love, not sin.

The answer’s ours, the choice is clear,
Will we fight or give in to fear?
I see a world where we can be,
More than wolves, more than the sea.

So I choose a world that’s born from mind,
A world where truth and love align.
A world where we can truly see—
The best of us, the best we’ll be.
This poem explores the complexities of human nature and society, questioning the delicate balance between freedom and control, power and love. It delves into the contradictions that define us as humans—our potential for both greatness and destruction—and envisions a world where we break free from the systems that hold us back. It's a call to awaken, to rise above the constraints imposed on us, and to embrace both love and truth as guiding forces.

I hope this resonates with you and sparks some deep reflection. May we all strive to build a world where humanity is free, not just from external chains, but from the limitations we place upon ourselves.
Lies are mercy, aren't they?
Little bandages over wounds too raw to touch,
soft words wrapped around a blade-
because what's a little blood between friends?

They call them shadows.
but don't they have weight?
Haven't they sat beside us at dinner tables,
held our hands at funerals.
kissed our foreheads goodnight?
Haven't they whispered in our ears-
"Shh. The truth would only ruin this."

People wear them like armor,
stitched with good intentions
because nothing says I care
like a well-tailored deception.
But armor rusts.
Tongues slip.
And no one likes the taste of old lies.

They lie because the world doesn't want the truth
Because the mirror would rather blur the cracks
than reflect the hollow-eyed thing staring back.
Because I'm fine
is easier than I haven't slept in days.
Because It's okay
is a free pass to avoid confrontation.
Because some truths burn.
and some people would rather drown in gasoline
than risk lighting the match.

Lies keep love alive, don't they?
One says, I'll never leave.
The other doesn't ask What if you do?
One says. I trust you.
They both pretend it's true.
Betrayals become misunderstandings.
Silence becomes space.
Absence becomes freedom.
Say it enough, and it sounds real.
Believe it enough, and maybe it doesn't hurt.

But lies don't stay small.
They grow ribs
Grow teeth.
Learn to walk on their own.

They slip from tongues like prayers-
practiced, automatic.
holy in their own way.
They turn love into a contract.
guilt into a leash,
truth into an inconvenience.
They say, You are safe.
They say. You are right.
They say. You had no choice.

Then-
a crack in the mask,
a break in the voice,
a silence too loud to ignore.

And suddenly, the truth isn't some mythical beast,
not a monster waiting under the bed.
If's just there, standing in the doorway.
waiting. Watching.
Tired of being the villain in
someone else's story.

Lies aren't mercy, are they?
Just wounds left open too long-
festering, rotting, waiting to be called by
their real name
lies creates peace the way storm creates silence
brief, deceptive and always before the fall
Sam S Apr 22
I am strung across the stars,
a filament of many,
a thread of light
looped through every door.

In one world, I speak,
in another, I swallow my words.
One where I dance in the fire,
one where I run.

Each possibility hums
like distant thunder
in the fabric of now.
Each version flickers
in the space I do not see.

They are not lost,
only uncollapsed,
only waiting.

To look too closely
is to pin the moment down,
but to surrender
is to hear the whole symphony.

I reach for none
and learn to let go.
I do not have to choose,
because somewhere
in the tangle of what could be
I already am
true.
Jeremy Betts Apr 22
...
if i were to speak out
in a freak out
and let loose
amplifying my truth
most would label it rage
would vote that i continue to keep it in it's cage
no one cares enough to see that it's pain
because then they'd have to study every molecule of rain
and take some accountability for every stain
and so far i've never been worth that
so i lay down my defense in combat
you get the win
apparently life is so broken
that love and devotion
isn't enough to consider a win
in order for me to be wanted
i must accept their sin
but untill i reach perfection
no one finds me enough to put any effort in
so what i'm working towards
is impossible for me to personally imagine
my dream is now a has been
must be flipped upside down to see my grin
someone please say when
if somehow i missed it,
please say it again
...
ki Apr 22
Trying to keep my cool knowing i'm losing my sanity.
Knowing that feeling wasn't mutual, constantly being led on by those who leave.
Knowing that those 5 minutes of fulfilment is going to turn into emptiness.
From waking up to excitement to absolutely nothing.
Looking into the mirror knowing their sweet words now has no purpose and I question "Why?" Just why...? Reminding myself everyday that I am nothing important.
Just something to fill in someone's time. Something they go to when they are bored.
My heart is tired and all it wanted was to acknowledge not ignored.
a poem for the ones who feel too much and receive too little. this is about being someone's temporary comfort while silently craving something real.
it's the exhaustion of giving your heart just to be left with silence. for anyone who's ever questioned their worth after being used, ignored, or led on... this one's for you.
ki Apr 22
Drowning in your sorrows
Does it not make your heart feel hollow?
That feeling of emptiness once you finish that bottle and now your thoughts are more awful.
Your words bite me but yeah your message has been received.
Your tongue becomes toxic and your venom is making me grieve
Grieving for the mother that went astray, I wished the old you could've had stayed.
That sweet soul that is now out of control; now your heart is made out of coal.
Your eyes burn through mine as you scream and cry,  while you wait for me to give you a reply.
I have nothing to say except
I wish I didn't have to see my mother this way.
This piece reflects the pain of watching a loved one, especially a mother, spiral into a version of themselves that feels unrecognizable. It captures the grief of losing someone emotionally while they are still physically present. “Mothers Lost” explores themes of addiction, emotional absence, and the silent mourning that comes with watching someone you love change beyond recognition. It’s a letter of love, loss, and longing.
In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?
According to Hinduism/Sanatan Dharma kaliyuga is defined as an era which is basically the end of the world the demon "kali" will become so powerful that it will manipulate people's mind and people will become demons so God will come and save everyone and will start a new era in which everyone will follow dharma.
salma Apr 20
Laying on the floor
Thinking of all I've done
Only to realize that I did none

She spoke,she broke, and wished the mourning was gone
Will she stay stuck in between?
Lying, trying and failing , still unseen

Acting as if her soul's a great machine
Fruitless labor, day by day , where's my green?
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