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My Hidden Shadow
Hidden beneath every smile, There is always that pain, grief, and regret Always buried in the dark. But just as the shadow is, It can never be hidden. It is light, yet heavy. It is seen, but cannot be felt. What is this shadow I am carrying? It is so faint, yet heavy, Seen and felt. Just as the shadow is also revealed in light And hidden in the dark, That is how heavy, but light, Hidden, but felt, my pains are The pains that appear only when the light shines, Exposed to my heart. They say that I should forgive and forget, But what if the truth is much deeper than that? There is no way I can let go of my shadow; Instead, I become one with it... Some regrets, pains, and unforgiveness in my heart. I tell myself that it will all be... But is that really the truth? Pain of betrayal. What then is it to truly become one with my shadow? Does accepting my shadow mean Letting go of the past pains and burdens? I really wonder daily, How can I fling that rock that sinks me down... One question I never really ask myself: Am I really ready to let go and accept? The journey was never easy, And it is not meant to be. "Help me," I cry every night, Searching for help that never comes... They say only I can redeem myself. Is that true?
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Yesterday
New
The crying sunglasses
The Crying Sunglass ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I never fancied sunglasses, not until my eyes could explain what my mouth couldn't. My eyes drowned in the pool of their own tears. How cruel was I to cause my eyes so much pain and keep them behind dark sunglasses. My eyes were wide open, but the actions that could cause them so much pain, they overlooked. From my eyes, I saw the betrayal. I sensed it, but the beautiful lie was the creation of a perfect artist that even wowed Michelangelo, that these same eyes convinced my heart it was nothing. The art on the wall became the very painting that hides the tears of the sunglasses. Should I blame my eyes or my heart for using the one thing that was not manufactured to fit into my lifestyle as an armour? Then came the vastness of River Nile that calmed my eyes, dried them up. I put the sunglasses away. The eyes were now more radiant than they had ever been before. ━━━━━━━━ Mamadu Jalloh ━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━ ◆ ━━━━━━
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The Silent Stitch
A delicate needle of bone and of grace She pierces the leaf in a quiet embrace And gathers the silk that the spider has spun To pull through the green where the teardrops were shed And tailor a home where her heart can be fed We curl in the dark when our spirits are torn Too frightened to fight with the weight of our grief Forgetting the soul was created to mourn That beauty is shaped when the fabric is worn And strength is reborn in the light of the morn Why drown in the silence? so helpless and deep When even the smallest of creatures takes stand? The power to heal through the coldest of storm Will guide every step till the shadows depart And crown us victorious, whole in the heart So why do we fear to awaken our part? — Brésis
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New
I love him...in not the way you think but in many ways.
I love him…no in a weird obsession way you think bahah, But in a way that’s in many different ways mostly as my best friend, I love the way you say okay or oki instead of k or kk I love how you changed to kk/k to okay/oki for me It meant so much to me, Because people don’t really get that Because I hate kk or k it makes me feel like you are bored of me or don’t like me anymore or makes me think you are so tired of me you are getting dry sometimes depending on the person you are but thank you. I love the way you call me ‘gorgeous’ and not ‘hot’ Many guys/girls call me hot but I don’t always like it It’s just 3 words not much passion in it like the word ‘gorgeous’, so thank youuuuu. I love the way you are such a dumbo that it makes me laugh and know you only have 3 braincells pffft. I love the wayyyy you are not dry…I meannn you are sometimes but meh I LOVE ITTTT, You the best, I love the way you are weird like me BAHAH just kidding I love the way your favourite colour is red, Might sound bit weir or a small thing to say huh? But I love dat because it’s you, And finally…I love him for HIM, Not romantically. - Afiy-fireflys
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Classic
The Dead
Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold. These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality. Blow, bugles, blow! They brought us, for our dearth, Holiness, lacked so long, and Love, and Pain. Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.
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Resurfaced
Eyes can tell everything
A girl i saw her today at a bus stop, I just see her face she was young, her eyes have beautiful dreams .. It seems as though she wanted to tell everyone thing but she didn't know her eyes beautiful expressions told everything about her past and dreams .. I want to talk her but there is some thoughts stop me. She is so much beautiful with her eyes .
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Resurfaced
The Cost of Fear
I once again leave behind The very things that tie and bind My heart to my soul so that the flesh Continues its useless labor, toiling under the sun Skin flayed and burnt as if upon an altar But no gods respond to the odor and smoke No deity looking down with pleasure No source of guidance or hope or radiance Just blisters and broken bones Betrayals and cages for those With no homes Send them to a land that they've never seen Send them off where the map ends Send them where they won't ever return And maybe your land becomes a few shades brighter They wonder why the amount of anger directed Towards those that are whiter But it completely ignores the tyranny and murder Committed against those who are deemed free From law and order All because no one told you to respect your elders And that no one is trespassing when the very land is stolen And you're so upset about how they're treating children Unless those kids are too brown for your liking Then you only see the monster lurking beneath the surface Ready to pounce on those with nowhere to go, Preying on the weakest and hoping it makes you look Endless In your rage and animosity No hope for those with ancestors in lands you can't spell But we're supposed to accept mediocrity as superiority All because it puts your fears at ease.
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