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I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
“I like smiling in the rain” I say
“Why?” asked the sunny day
“ No one can see my pain”
I say as I sit and smile, my pain dripping off me disguised as this beautifully deadly rain.
Rewrite was edited, used to say
"I say as I sit and smile while my pain is disguised as rai "
 Jan 2022 The Foodie One
Sevki
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
 Jan 2022 The Foodie One
ruqayyah
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once done
to all the boys
i have loved
satan was his favorite angel
and he still let him fall
then what's the hope for the rest of us
a dead line receiving a desperate call
 Jan 2022 The Foodie One
A Poet
Here you are,
even now,
bruised but alive,
s̶u̶r̶v̶i̶v̶o̶r̶
 Jan 2022 The Foodie One
lila
at what point does one
become tired of living
and simply exist
first ever haiku :)
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