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elja Aug 11
wars have been thought,
battles have been fought.

agonising whines,
in heartrending times.

a bewildering trench,
led by a fair *****.

no compass,
no torch, i am indeed luckless.

my heart has been a target,
of a far-reaching bullet.

the ***** who has the key
to my heart, is dear to me

only can she open up
the heart that has been under lock.
unrequited love does feel like a never ending battle.
elja Feb 15
it is not that
i hate being ALIVE
i hate BEING alive
elja Feb 1
some people are trying
to collect stamps
or oil cans

yet here i am
trying to collect
the pieces of my broken heart
i still need so many pieces
elja Jan 29
he saw her scars
and asked her
"why did you do that?"

and she answered
"some days it's for the pleasure
and other days it's for the pain"
yet it heals me every time
elja Jan 24

use        my
sc a t te red


to collect
m y                e   v          e     n

MO r   E
**** TEred
                       h    e   a   r  t
oh dear, and it truly is scattered
  Jan 16 elja
Zayyaanah Solomon
I am Medusa; stone cold
I am Hera; a queen
I am Persephone; powerful
I am Athena; a fighter
I am Aphrodite; a lover
I am Artemis; uprising
I am Demeter; sustaining
I am Hestia; of hearth and fire

I am Olympus in its full glory.
basically, this poem is about the hidden power you carry and the strength you don't realise you have.
elja Jan 15
i am just a child
in a world full of adults
how could i not recognize my faith before
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