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your eclipse Sep 21
maybe i'll
always be
insignificant;
the ignored;
unworthy
--don't look at me.
He said that I was a burden.
So I lit a cigarette and sobbed on my father’s couch, the tears dried up, but my heart never stopped crying.
Arrow May 13
I've had dreams
Uncountably many
Some of fairies
Some of vampires
Some of kings
Of their vast empires
But the best of
Dreams I've dreamt
Is the dream
I dream everyday
Is the dream of you
Which I can't tell if it's true
But I guess it is a dream
Cuz a girl like me
Isn't worthy of someone like thee
Alind Bokodi Mar 16
You know what I have noticed?
People get tired really quickly when you try to talk about your pain
Like...Why are you crying?
“It doesn't help anything”
“It doesn't make me want help you
I can't help you”
((I won't help you)) is what they mean to say
Crying doesn't solve problems no..But I don't do it for you
Maybe I cry because it makes me feel better
Better to open the gates and let the water leak through a little everyday
Instead of waiting to to be so full I overflow all at once
Maybe I’m just done trying to pretend I am strong
Is that so wrong? To be a little vulnerable?
To let myself be a little weak..sometimes
It is not my job to secure your comfort when I am in pain
When I am in need of protecting
When the rain is collecting in wells above me
no longer calming
Saying. to me
Beneath its breath
Care for Not yourself
but for the ones who deem you
unworthy of caring for
You are the reason
The reason for the storm
When did the rain become my enemy?
Spouting such lies as it cries above me
In song
I like the melody
But the lyrics seem wrong
At some point I have to see
That it is my twisted reality
That distorts all around me
What the rain is really saying,
And it gives really good advice
If I just let myself hear it,
Is
Care for yourself, and Not for those who deem you unworthy of caring for
You are the reason
The reason for the storm
This is an old poem I wrote forever ago when i was frustrated by always having to pretend I was perfectly happy and somehow linked that with my love, and others' disdain, for the rain.
Badshah Khan Feb 9
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 30

BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem

Genuinely am I worthy?

As a divine being?

No, I am unworthy.

But when I fondly recall you,

And chant your name Oh My Beloved’

I undoubtedly remain worthful,

More than divine being and Soul,

As my noble heart and regal soul carefully restored,

With your Divine love Oh My Beloved!

Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem

Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust)
ren Jan 9
no
i hide them–
hide my feelings that is,
i don’t let them loose,
afraid of what they’d say
or how they’ll look at me
but they already look down on me,
already talk bad about me
so what does it matter?
why won’t i let it out?
i wish i could scream and shout
but they’re trapped,
trapped in my head
with no key to let them free–
all they want is out
but i have to keep telling them,
no, out is not where you belong.
Freja Jep Jan 2
Maybe I should stop eating, Say that I'm not hungry
Maybe I should fly to New Zealand, Say that I couldn't afford a ticket back
Maybe I should cut carrots, Say that I was hungry
Maybe I should take the bus, Say that I wasn't fresh

Maybe I should trip over a knife, Say nothing
- Freja Jep
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