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POETRY OF THE WEEK

The Hidden Soul

 

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I think I'm in love with you

Or maybe I just found a soul

as damaged as mine

 

for a minute I thought

perhaps for the first time

I won't be alone

 

as both of us will stay beside each other

seek refuge in the miseries of one another

and explore both of ours deepest scars

discover its beginning

Learn its past

 

"Did it sting?"

"What caused you to do this?" make others uncomfortable

And simply

be there to remind ourselves

"life gets better" "this isn't the end"

"we have God and each other"

 

except I'm a fool

who waited too long

for you to make the move

 

now that you left

I can only give you glad tidings

and move forward

and wish to find another soul

just like yours –his ship has sailed

 

 

-Samia Islam

-IG: @samiaisanidiot

His Ship Had Sailed...

 

The roots are blooming,

the ground is starting to be filled with entities

The roots are intertwining with every possible sense

 

The roots are tangled up with anger

But anger… anger isn’t a bad thing as they claimed

 

Anger is a revolution Anger is a savior,

anger is a rebellious sense Anger is the womb for every unborn possibility of worthwhile lives

 

Anger creates, creates and creates

Anger inhales the life right into the bodies

 

“Anger” will always remain a significantly immense sense that words won’t justify.

 

 

- @Reemamaybex

Perplexing Inwardness

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She left me suffering with caraphernelia

 

'How can you be demolishing the beauty?'

'Why would you?'

'I don't think I will forgive you for this sin'

'you are so hopeless'

'you know what

loving you is exhausting'

 

 

Although it was just f(IV)e statements it surely felt like a millennium

Had I lost it all?

Did my castle just crumble?

 

The only thought that I had on my mind was 'who was I going to blame for this?'

Being honest I had no one else to blame apart from myself, I had to find a way to blame her.

 

 

 

light years away from a touch

 

shivers

pour liquor into my liver

leave me alone

I don't even blame her

I barely even understand myself

 

On the verge of being suicidal

The memories with her worked as medicine

Kept me living year after year

 

I got so much pain

It has aged like fine wine

It’s just that I stop myself from crying

Those tears are all I have now that she has left with me  

A few months later, I almost sent her flowers on her birthday

Silly me

She probably doesn't even remember me

 

The other day I saw a vase fall and break into 100 pieces

Reminded me of our first date

Everything apart from peaceful and romantic

A roller-coaster ride in a fine dining environment

Craziest ride

We both knew that was a last call

Never meeting again

Never caressing each other

Never coming back to loving each other

 

Fate really played with my life

As I said I had to someone else to blame, so blaming Fate and her

 

-ZAR