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 972ยฐ 
Aegis Vistoria Penumbra
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š     ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ    ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข     ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—     ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ     ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—     ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•     ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š     ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถ     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณ     ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆ      ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 881ยฐ 
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you arenโ€™t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
 604ยฐ 
The last Poet
Do you ever just ponder
And wonder of life
The splender of nature
Of wildlife?
Nature is a wonder
Life is beautiful
 543ยฐ 
Sean Maloney
Words donโ€™t speak-
Not like eyes do
We can promise ourselves for months
But the look we give one another says it too
Thereโ€™s no secrets between us
It all spews out in a simple glance

I donโ€™t hear the meaning in your words
I hear whatโ€™s going on in your head-
The ideas put onto the screen
Youโ€™re so readable to me
As if I know what youโ€™ll say before Iโ€™ve seen

I can feel love next to you
I can see love in your eyes
I can hear love in your voice
I can be in love with you
And thatโ€™s all I want to do

Iโ€™d say donโ€™t leave me now-
Donโ€™t leave me ever
But I see in your head-
I see the same dreams, forever
 434ยฐ 
M Ignacio
Let the silence between us
bleed into / a space of absence
and unbury the flesh
within the violence /  
to part deep / the blackness
of starlings / heart held  
melting into the sun /
so beautiful / so cold
that even wings / the shape
of fire / eviscerate
into memory
when absence is presence
 352ยฐ 
Shivam Sehgal
I saw a person in the same disguise,
looking straight into my eyes.
Strange: it wasn't me this time.
He had a fire, burying itself inside,
like a dying ember, in the forest mist.
But I recognize that shimmer in his gaze.

I saw it: I saw
My strange reflection swiftly walked closer to me,
and it whispered in a mystic way,
You were meant to burn.
A poem born from a moment of stillness โ€” the kind of silence that speaks. It's about identity, loss, and the flicker of purpose hiding in pain. Sometimes, our reflections reveal the fire we've forgotten.
 280ยฐ 
Meliah
My breath quickens
to nothing.
Gears grind and shift,
music pounds,
friends call,
laughter rings.

Bright lights flicker
with glimpses of people
chasing release.
What does it mean
to escape?

I imagine myself
eyes closed,
sinking deeper.

Relief in underwater calm,
all-consuming pressure
wrapping me close,
a quiet embrace.

Fluid and slow,
I move.
The world above,
a muffled dream.
Overwhelming sounds
fade beneath the waves.

To breathe
with no air.
To float
and finally
let go.
To find relief in silence, in quiet presence.
 274ยฐ 
Amber Silas
Walked down the road to Weird tonight
Haven't been there in a while
A wired jaw smiles not
Now my bones are in a pile
 263ยฐ 
Prosper Anyanwu
The most beautiful flower will wither away!
But you my beloved, even in death your smile still lingers in my heart.
And your dazzling eyes still daunt me in my sleep!.
 203ยฐ 
Leanne
Iโ€™ve never felt so seen,  
Iโ€™ve never felt so bare.  
Yet this is the feeling  
Iโ€™ve longed for everywhere.  
You make me feel I matter,  
That Iโ€™m worthy of love,  
Deserving of attention,  
You make my spirit glow.  
My smile shines because of you,  
Your care brings light to me.  
The ways you show your love, so true,  
In countless forms I see.  
I ache to spend my days with you,  
More moments by your side.  
I donโ€™t feel I deserve this love,  
Yet Iโ€™m grateful for its tide.  
Itโ€™s not your task to guard my heart  
Or watch me day and night,  
But baby, Iโ€™m so glad youโ€™re mine,  
My sweet guy, my delight.
RLโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ
 195ยฐ 
Jacob Lyons
Breaking off the rotten teeth
And cleaning whateverโ€™s left
Hiding what keeps me awake
Blocking out days I shouldโ€™ve slept

Iโ€™ve become a tapestry
The colors continue to speak
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple the broken seams

Will they notice the moments where Iโ€™ve slipped?

An extra layer thatโ€™s losing shape
I canโ€™t keep my stories straight
Contemplating if I tape, glue
Or staple it to my face

And suddenly a single flame makes sense
 193ยฐ 
David P Carroll
Fighter jets in the Iranian sky
With engines that roar oh so high
They loop and they spin
Coming crashing down
Without a grin and
They didn't win and the captured pilots
Are now under the Iranian sky.
Israeli two F-35 fighter jets
Shot down by the Iranian army.
 172ยฐ 
Thomas W Case
We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls.  It's available on Amazon.  My two other books are also available.  Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
 171ยฐ 
Aditya Roy
Most women
Want to stab me in the back
But she didn't
She was just confused
The moment she held the knife
The world went quiet
Her heart throbbed a little
Better to take the pain
Than to take a life
Right?
 168ยฐ 
Lawrence Hall
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                        What Could be More American than
                    Masked Secret Police in Unmarked Cars?

Perhaps the suggestion has already been made:
ICEโ€™s Black Marias could lead the parade
 129ยฐ 
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
i wake up in the morning and open up my eyes
i can see the daylight as the sun begins to rise
i can here the birds singing in the trees
singing there sweet song in the gentle breeze

i can here the cockerel crowing very loud
sitting on the fence looking very proud
then i rise from bed to welcome in the day
and say a great big thank you to mother natures way
 120ยฐ 
Michael Sean Maloney
eventually the stars
all darken and die

there at the edge
of sea and sky

life is a voice
and silence death

divisible between
beat and breath
 119ยฐ 
badwords
I was not trained for thisโ€”
no welcome packet, no handbook for gravity.
Just a name that clings like static
and a voice that trembles when spoken too clearly.

They asked me if I had room.
I said I had weather.
They asked me if I would disappear.
I said watch me smolder, and stay.

I have loved like a lighthouse
with no shoreline in sight,
signaling to anyone
who mistook reflection for return.

Iโ€™ve held their names
like breath under water,
carved pathways through others
just to find my own again.

But I do not sculpt.
I do not steal 'the good stuff'.
I inherit fire
and ask it if it remembers me.

If you see yourself in me,
look againโ€”
I am not a mirror,
I am the window you opened
and forgot to close when the wind picked up.

Still, I arrive,
boots echoing in the hallway
of someone elseโ€™s myth,
offering only this:

I will not rewrite you.
I will not finish your sentences.
But I will stand hereโ€”
untranslated,
unsaved,
untouched by the need to be anything
other than true.
A draft I shared and forgot about that was requested to be posted publicly!

Wow-wee!
 118ยฐ 
Dianali
You hurt.
You will always do.
My favourite wound.

Every now and then,
I sprinkle salt on itโ€”

And if Itโ€™s healing,
With bare hands
I rip it open
in my heart.

Keeping your memory alive
through this pain,
tearing me apart
 117ยฐ 
Peter Gerstenmaier
Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine
๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ๐Ÿ‡ต๐Ÿ‡ธ
 114ยฐ 
Joshua Phelps
like a car crash,
explosions fill
my head

emotional wreckageโ€”
thoughts tangled
in dread

am i the problem?
or are they
projecting
instead?

i let go
of the wheel

just to
feel somethingโ€”

go off the rails,
โ€™cause sanity
feels surreal.

am i the problem?
or just
trapped in
my head?

because dealing
with this

is harder
than i ever
imagined.
inspired by Story of the Yearโ€™s โ€œTake the Ride,โ€

this poem unpacks the moments when self-reflection spirals into self-blame.
itโ€™s about losing controlโ€”mentally, emotionallyโ€”and wondering if the crash was your fault...

or if you were set up to break.

for anyone who's ever asked, "is it me?"

this one's for you.
 106ยฐ 
Renee C
Bigotedly, I held the same view,
Pacing a tank domestic and half-full
As the airbag now sprung from the hemisphere of my lungs,
Stone-hard and hysteric in the cradle of your palms.
 94ยฐ 
Qualyxian Quest
Troubled soul
Proclivities
Loneliness
Pretty please

Inner Harbor
Baltimore
Mr. Poe
4044

Misty rain
Seattle snow
Kinda tired
On we go

Yoko yo yo!
 88ยฐ 
Immortality
I can't close my eyes
tears gather.
I can't breathe
the air is stuck.
I can't gulp
my throat is tight.

I try to plant my dream,
but land is
barren

Still, I try.
Even my conscience
mocks me.
Itโ€™s that moment when giving up feels easier, everything is against you;
but you canโ€™t, because giving up just isnโ€™t you.
ยฏ\_(ใƒ„)_/ยฏ
 87ยฐ 
Bea Hespera
Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
Thatโ€™s why some things are better off dead
 85ยฐ 
Nobody
i draw with silver
lines, x's and spots
under a sleeve
so i never get caught

my canvas is my skin
and so with the blade i drag
across my peach paper
so they won't be mad

i'm sorry, mom
i'm sorry, dad
i'll never be the son you wanted to have
perfect grades,
happy and smart

i'm so sorry...
i'm sorry i have to tear us apart
 84ยฐ 
Kalliope
He sent me flowers

I told him I loved you

I could have just said thank you
A bouquet doesn't bloom just because it's given
 80ยฐ 
Elle MB
they are mine
their beautiful dark head
their deep brown eyes
their caramel cheeks
their sudden shrieks
their torrential questioning
their soft hands moving
their skinny legs wriggling
they were born
as a she
they belong to me
as them
I belong to them
they are mine
they/their/them
their love all mine
all my love for them
 78ยฐ 
Libelle Marcellus
Next time you donโ€™t want to be friends anymore,
Say it to my faceโ€”like you did before.
Cause laughing while pointing out my flaws
Feels like trying to kiss me with a chainsaw.
 64ยฐ 
nivek
dehumanize
-making killing
easier.
 63ยฐ 
Zack Ripley
If what they say is true,
that there's always room for improvement, maybe the opposite is true as well.
Maybe there's room for failure too.
Don't misunderstand.
I'm not suggesting you don't try.
But life is a process.
And failure, mistakes,
they're as much a part as progress.
So, while it may never seem like an option,
I hope you come to find it's OK to fail.
 63ยฐ 
Mia
You said it.
This is โ€œwhatโ€™s best.โ€
So please kiss my forehead
and put me to rest.
Leave the book
halfway unread,
on a whim.

Through vast, subconscious seas,
beyond the volatile storms of sand,
I feel you thinking of me.
Extend a charitable hand.

Tell me kindly,
we will never be
again.
Call it mercy.
 63ยฐ 
Yuz
ุฃูŽู…ูู†ู’ ุจูŽุนุฏู ู…ุง ุฐูุจู’ุชู ุงุดุชูŠุงู‚ู‹ุง ูˆูŽุตูŽุจู’ุฑู‹ุงุŸ
ุชูŽุณููŠุฑูŠู†ูŽ ู†ุญูˆูŠ ูˆูŽู‚ู„ุจููƒู ุฎูŽูˆุงุกูุŸ

ุฃูŽูููŠู‚ููŠ! ููŽุฅูู†ู‘ููŠ ู„ูŽุณู’ุชู ุฐูŽุงูƒูŽ ุงู„ู‘ูŽุฐููŠ ุฑูŽุถูŽู‰
ุจูุฌูŽูู’ูˆูŽุงูƒูุŒ ุฃูŽูˆู’ ุตูŽุจู’ุฑููŠ ู„ูŽู‡ู ูƒูุจู’ุฑููŠูŽุงุกู

ุณูŽู‚ูŽูŠู’ุชููƒู ูˆูŽุฏู‘ู‹ุงุŒ ูƒูŽู…ุง ูŠูุณู‚ูุทู ุงู„ุบูŽูŠู’ู…ู
ุฑูุถูŽุงุจูŽ ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽู…ูŽุงุกูุŒ ููŽู…ุง ุฑูŽูˆูŽุชู’ูƒู ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽู…ูŽุงุกู

ุจูŽู†ูŽูŠู’ุชููƒู ุจูŽูŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ุถู‘ูู„ููˆุนู ู‚ูŽุตููŠุฏูŽุฉู‹ุŒ
ูˆูŽุตูุฑู’ุชู ู„ูŽู‡ูŽุง ุดูŽุทู’ุฑู‹ุง ุจูู‡ู ุงู„ุงูุณู’ุชูู‡ู’ุฒูŽุงุกู

ูƒูŽุฑูู‡ู’ุชู ุงู„ู‡ูŽูˆูŽู‰ ูููŠูƒูุŒ ู„ูุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽูƒู ุทููู’ู„ูŽุฉูŒุŒ
ุชูุฑูŽุงูˆูุบู ูˆูŽุฌุฏููŠุŒ ูˆูŽุชูŽู†ุณูŽู‰ ุงู„ุฏู‘ูุนูŽุงุกู

ุฅูุฐูŽุง ู‚ูู„ู’ุชู: "ุฅูู†ู‘ููŠ ูƒูŽุณููŠุฑูŒ"ุŒ ุชูŽุถูŽุงุญูŽูƒู’ุชูุŒ
ูˆูŽุฅูู†ู‘ููŠ ุณูŽู‚ููŠู…ูุŒ ููŽูƒููŠููŽ ุงู„ุดู‘ูููŽุงุกูุŸ

ูˆูŽุตูŽุจู’ุฑููŠ ุนูŽู„ูŽูŠู’ูƒูุŒ ู…ูŽุง ูƒูŽุงู†ูŽ ุถูŽุนู’ูู‹ุงุŒ
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูƒูู†ู‘ูŽู‡ู ุฑูŽุฌู’ู„ูŒ... ุชูŽุฑูŽูู‘ูŽุนูŽ ุนูŽู†ู ุงู„ุดู‘ูŽูƒู’ูˆูŽุงุกู

ุชูŽุฑูŽูƒู’ุชููƒูุŒ ู„ุง ู„ูุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽ ุงู„ู‚ูŽู„ู’ุจูŽ ู‚ูŽู„ู‘ูŽ ุบูŽุฑูŽุงู…ูู‡ูุŒ
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูƒูู†ู’ ู„ูุฃูŽู†ู‘ููŠ ุฃูŽุณู’ุชูŽุญูู‚ู‘ู ุงู„ูˆูŽููŽุงุกู

ููŽู„ุง ุชูŽุฑู’ุณูู„ููŠ ุจูŽุนู’ุฏูŽ ุงู„ู‡ูŽูˆูŽุงู†ู ุฑูุณูŽุงุฆูู„ู‹ุงุŒ
ูˆูŽู„ุง ุชูŽุณู’ุฃูŽู„ููŠ: "ู„ูู…ูŽ ููŽุงุฑูŽู‚ู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ู†ู‘ูŽู‚ูŽุงุกูุŸ"

ููŽุฅูู†ู‘ููŠ ูˆูŽุฌูŽุฏู’ุชู ุงู„ู‘ูŽุชููŠ ุชูŽูู’ู‡ูŽู…ู ุงู„ู‚ูŽู„ู’ุจูŽุŒ
ูˆูŽุชูŽุณู’ู‚ููŠู‡ู ุญูุจู‘ู‹ุงุŒ ููŽุชูŽุญู’ูŠูŽุง ุงู„ุฑู‘ูุฌููˆู„ูŽุฉู ูˆูŽุงู„ู’ุฅูุฎูŽุงุกู
A draft by me + gpt addings = this piece
 62ยฐ 
Srishti
โ€œThe past is never over โ€”
it stays with us,
like a nightmare living in the present.โ€
past always walk beside us.
 53ยฐ 
Yonah Jeong
A well in a coffee cup
A well bucket...time seems to fly by
coming through the wall

Behind my neighbor's back

A deer's hesitation on the asphalt
A witness to the morning moments
A warning of a handshaking traffic light

Forest roads, Integrity.
 52ยฐ 
1DNA
Fully cooked batter,
Sprinkle of half-baked sighs.
A recipe of truth โ€”
Never a lie.

Throw out the salt;
Add aged cheese,
A dollop of sugar,
A dash of chilies.

Donโ€™t mention the sweat,
Nor the quiet cries.
Because
Itโ€™s the recipe of truth โ€”
Never a lie.

Serve the truth,
Or leave it dry.
Maybe a pinch of water,
But never a lie.
My life slogan
 52ยฐ 
Zaynub Elshamy
our moods can not help but fluctuate
        dealing with a flawed state
            sometimes quite true
                     deep blue
                    then bright
                luminous white
         can take over our senses
leaving us with actually no defenses
 50ยฐ 
Haritha Seby
Feels like I wonโ€™t fit anywhere,
not in rooms, not in hearts, not even in air.
Like I was born out of place,
a wrong note in a song no one dares to play.

Feels like I am not worth anything,
not a glance, not a second, not a kind word.
Just a shadow walking through noise,
an empty chair no one remembers to miss.

Feels like Iโ€™m a burden,
a silent load they carry with gritted teeth.
Their kindness feels like mercy,
not love. Just tolerance. Just time ticking.

Feels like God made a mistake
when He placed me in my motherโ€™s womb.
Like He flinched when He saw me forming,
like He whispered, โ€œNot her,โ€ but it was too late.

Feels like He regrets it every day,
watching me stumble in a skin that never fit,
watching me ache for meaning
in a world that turns away from my voice.

Feels like I should end it myself,
not to escape, but to give peace to them.
To stop being the sigh in their silence,
the tear they hide, the guilt they carry.

Feels like if I leave,
the sun might shine softer,
the room might feel lighter,
and no one would have to pretend anymore.
 47ยฐ 
Em MacKenzie
Iโ€™m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
I already pulled at my hair.
โ€œItโ€™s normalโ€ he says
I swear just to debate,
cause he doesnโ€™t seem to care.

And Iโ€™m bleeding through
my scar tissued skin,
the layers only grew
still I find a way in.

Iโ€™m getting greys
at an alarming rate,
Iโ€™ll be down to the last strand.
Check or fold the plays,
the cards arenโ€™t that great
Iโ€™ll be down the my last hand.

And Iโ€™m bleeding through
my thick nice sweater.
Itโ€™s a shame as itโ€™s new
and weโ€™re reaching the cold weather.
It will stain the soft fabric
I may just grab the bleach,
but I always made it a habit
to always keep it just out of reach.

Iโ€™m getting greys
at an alarming rate
pretty soon Iโ€™ll be bald.
On hot coals she stays,
though she shifts her weight
and watches her soles scald.

And Iโ€™m bleeding through
my clogged and blocked pores,
and the remaining few
are becoming septic sores.
Iโ€™ll shed another layer
of a non-protective bubble,
and my hair will continue to get greyer,
I think Iโ€™m now in some trouble.
Starting to feel my ageโ€ฆ
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