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Ileana Amara Aug 2022
sometimes i still mourn & long
for the language we made for ourselves
but can no longer be spoken.

sincerely, ileana.
08.29.22.| they say lovers are like inventors; they create a world & language of their own — one that is both beautifully & painfully irreplaceable.
Ileana Amara Dec 2022
...
an ellipsis; three dots
to some, it is a pause,
others, a fragmented speech,
an omission of words

i find myself bemused...
how an ellipsis reflects my being;
a mystery difficult to be construed
for what is this ellipsis' meaning
but all the words left unsaid...

sincerely, ileana.
12.16.22.| long time no write & ironically, i come back with a poem about things left unsaid... i have never been fond of using ellipses, perhaps because i was always able to express how i feel but nowadays, it feels as though they seem to speak more than any language could.
Sikand Sandhu Nov 2018
You are a fantasy, my make believe

You are here
Forever here
Always beside me
and whenever you stroke my hair
All my problems would fade away

It's a shame I'll never get to know you
It's alright since you’re my relic of ages past
My hands have a fiendish touch
And you might as well just wither away
Ileana Amara May 2022
i tried to say goodbye to my grief,
the thing that has made a home
inside of me;
the mother of my craft,
the suffering i cherish.

but now i know,
she is a tenant of permanence,
inside me, she is a remnant
of both love and memory.

sincerely, ileana.
05.24.22.| more than half a year since i last wrote something, more than half a year since i wallowed in the depths of my grief. this time, i'd like to write again — not just of grief, but of love and life and people.

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