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If you have a story
tell it in minutes five
you'd drive your audience away
if that were twenty-five !
 3d Aishu
amrutha
I would paint your sky a thousand colors, if I could
And inspire the restlessness in your heart;
I would give to you a million stars, if I could
If I could, I'd gift you a new start.
Left
with nothing
but heartache
— we run from the pain

Left
with nothing
but promises
— the words in refrain

Left
with nothing
but yesterday
— tomorrow a lie

Left
with nothing
but memories
— a final goodbye

(The New Room: November, 2024)
 3d Aishu
Liana
Don't cry
Just breathe
In----out
Relax
Everything's okay
So what if you don't sleep?
You'll be okay
You've done it before
Just don't cry
Don't run
And only scream silently
Because no one has to know
My thoughts while not being able to sleep the night of 11/22/24
(I was in a cabin with other people for camp)
The day is yours
only if you're participating
if you aren't present
your life you're wasting !
 3d Aishu
Natasha
Is it when two souls come together to unite or a drug that inhibits the mind, intensifying the senses of your heart combined.

An instinct that we crave to feel deeply emotionally attached.
Like oxygen we need to breathe, the removal of it deepens the need.

They say love is blind you can not see.
Is this the one who's captured me.

Minds in a daze lost in a maze.
Jolting you out of control, engulfing your body and soul.

Taking your hand alluring one in with that magical flute to captivate every inch of you.

You're lost in a trance enjoying the dance longing for it to last.
Increasing the desire not to drown out the fire.

Illusions of what we are led to believe.

Chemistry hits and that attraction exists, fireworks explode releasing pheromones, heightening the primal instincts inability to control the burning impulse.

Why is love inclusive and has many faces?

It's a basic human need; it's in our nature to proceed.
 3d Aishu
Aslam M
When  messages are not answered
You are on the bottom of the list.
Wearing specs with thick lenses,
Having a hearing aid,
And walking with a cane,
I can see through people as clear as crystal.
22/11/2024.
 3d Aishu
Anxta
My left hand bleeds crimson onto my paper,
As my right hand writes the words.
The brittle yellowed pages quake as they
Turn into a battlefield of my sensations.
Violent waves bury
the rough, course sand in my heart
Each crash pulling me closer
To the tender abyss.
Broken record in my brain
“This will never end. This will never end”
The waves will keep crashing
The pages will remain yellow
And I’ll be left
Forever caught between the ink and the abyss.
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