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 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
5 seconds
to 5 minutes
to 5 hours  
to 5 days
to never.
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
the heart is fragile
there is a reason its shielded by a cage
the heart needs the eyes of a person
who knows love
so do not hand such a delicate thing
into the hands
of the blind
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
your words were like poison
your words were so addicting
"i love you"
but i should have known that your poison
would strike my heart
right after my brain
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
i am scared
of what you all think of me
that i am not real poet
that what i create is not good enough
that what i write is not valid
"this is not what you call poetry!
this is just a sad sad tale
called your life"
i dont know where this is all coming from but i just started feeling really insecure in all of my work all of a sudden...
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
your voice
was like a lullaby
that put me
into a peaceful sleep
every night
but now
you are an absentee
but
i sleep unperturbed
because my lullaby
is the only one
that i need
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
ive seen things through other peoples eyes
but now it is time
that i go out and venture into the world
with the two i have been gifted
i need to see this stuff on my own and have my own opinion on things
 May 2020 Christain Justina
noor
she looks in the mirror
and loves what she sees

she loves herself.

don't wear that
don't eat that
don't say that

im saying this because
i love you
mommy says

she looks in the mirror
and takes a second glance
convincing herself
she loves what she sees

she thinks she loves herself

you look fat
lose some weight
why can't you just look
like your sister

im saying this
because I love you
mommy says

she looks in the mirror
and stares
hating what she sees

she hates herself
i am she
 May 2020 Christain Justina
ryn
Cast in stone
and cement,
pocked with lights
from tiny windows.

Like towering tombstones,
they stood stoic
and expressionless.

Yet what was caught
upon the ripples
in the water
spoke loud and aplenty.

Silent voices
that recited nuances
of fragmented poetry
and character.

City by the bay...
Still but alive.
I miss the view of the bay.
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