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Ahlam Jun 25
take me by the hand, show me your city
speak sweetly, make my heart dizzy
show me your life, your story
hold my face and kiss me sweety
admire my eyes, make me feel pretty
oh darling come and take me somewhere sunny
hurry up and pick me, before it becomes rainy
take me for a swim, kiss me on the beach even if I taste salty
let's watch the sunset, while you hold me
and stay there in silence, until I get sleepy
let the waves be our melody, a song for you and me

wouldn't that be lovely?
Tuyet Anh Jun 20
People count the years
by candles and quiet tears.
The twenties, they say,
are when we wait
for the first cry
from a miracle
just learning to breathe.

But some of us, like me,
never quite grow up.
Peter Pan weeps
each time the rain brushes my shoulders.
I come alive again
only in fleeting moments,
like the string that’s slipped
from a flying kite.

Just days ago,
that child stirred again —
flickering like a candle,
reaching toward her teacher,
a man with nothing
but quiet grace,
yet rich in the kind of ways
that make you believe in yourself.

She longed to share
a small bright win,
a spark like a candle’s tip —
just enough to set a heart aglow
beneath the gaze
that once gave her
presence
when the world turned away.

For the first time,
I wanted to tell
someone —
so fully —
like a child
unafraid to confess,
trusting there’d be
an empty seat,
and eyes that wait.

I once thought,
on the day I might break,
as wax melts
over a birthday cake —
would God have mercy
and let me return
as my teacher’s daughter?

But now I know —
even the most beautiful dream
can turn to dust
if we forget to hold the present
while it’s still here.
Even something lovelier
can still feel
like a passing crush —
picked up with wonder,
and dropped
when wonder fades.
From The Desk Where Mr. C Sat
Zywa Jun 20
People want rocks
build their lives on them
Houses that last

People want to hammer
their existence in memories
that last

People don't want to be nameless
but the name Love
will do

People want to believe
in the people
they need

People want to believe
in the power
of their dreams
Collection "The Big Secret"
Hall Jun 8
I wish a day could stretch beyond its twenty-four hours;
allowing dawn to linger while I savour breakfast in calm;
no frantic check of time as I pour my tea;
no rush to dash for transport or meetings.

Morning light would flood my window long enough;
for slow stretches and thoughtful planning;
I'd arrive at work with minutes to spare;
settle into tasks without scrambling notes.

Lunch would become an unhurried affair;
a proper break with laughter that lasts;
afternoon hours would hum with clear focus;
projects advancing at a steady, unrushed pace.

Evening could unfold like a second dawn;
time to practise hobbies or wander with friends;
family dinners would not be a race against the clock;
conversations deepening as hours drift by.

Social outings need not end at curfew's chime;
late-night talks stretching into starlit freedom;
then at last I'd choose my rest: eight, ten, twelve hours;
each second mine, reclaimed from life's tight measure.
a fun little fantasy of mine
A M Ryder Jun 6
I will not wish the time away
But when it's time to go
I hope I wake up on that day
And never get to know
I hope I leave a thousands lives
Improved and without strife
And so I hope the end arrives
Amidst the joy of life
Zywa Jun 2
My love wishes for

one more day and one more day --


that you stay alive.
Collection "More"
Jeremy Betts May 27
Have you ever said,
Even internally,
"I AM FUUCKING DYING!"
Wanting it to be true but it never comes
So you find that you're innocently lying
What it this?
Deaths missed kiss?
Life mocking my last wish?
Am I not allowed some kind of bliss?
Common questions
That have passed through many a mind and uncountable lips
But ask for the answer
And find emotion rear an ugly head creating an eclipse

©2025
Shivam Sehgal May 20
Time has passed, yet I still feel

those breezes cross my skin-

I pull the blanket close, but no,  

It’s never thick enough.  



Instead, her softness lingers,  

a tide that pulls me under.  

I love this blue, this ache,  

this slow and weightless drowning.  



I want to touch the ocean,  

to weave my hands through waves of hair,  

to hold her like the night holds moonlight—  



but you’re a desert’s mirage,  

a shimmer just beyond my fingers.  



I WISH I COULD CALL YOU  

THE WAY I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU.  

JUST I WISH!
It's all about love...
Ahlam May 16
Oh cruel world, bring me a witch
with an ancient cap and a magic trick
who has seen the unseen, touched the untouched

Oh magic witch
cleanse my soul of this evil being
of this poured poison I never drank
this energy that draws them near
again and again
making me desirable to them and only them
they see me, trap me, torture me
caging me with soft hands that beat my soul behind my back

Oh magic witch
grant me a spell
of youth, of love, and mind-wealth
let beautiful saints be the only ones-
to see me, adore me, to be their breath
make me their breeze, their hush of light
the thought that eats their mind each night

Oh magic witch
have mercy , break this curse
free me from its binds
and grant me this one wish
to be easy to love
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