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47 · Jul 6
The Ceiling Knows.
alia Jul 6
I told the ceiling my secrets.
It blinked once,
then cracked a little.

Didn’t speak,
but it listened
better than most people do.

Now every time I lie down,
it stares back like
it’s holding
everything
I’m too tired to say again.
45 · Jun 29
You, Somehow
alia Jun 29
It wasn’t fireworks,
or some big spark.
It was the way you spoke,
calm and low,
and suddenly,
I couldn’t imagine
quiet
without you in it.
heh 😏
40 · Mar 24
..Unnoticed..
alia Mar 24
I stand beside them, close enough to hear,
But somehow, my voice disappears.
They talk, they laugh, they make their plans,
And I’m just there, empty hands.

It’s not that they hate me, I know that’s not true (at least I think so),
But somehow, I’m never thought of too.
Not the first call, not the second glance,
Just a shadow in the background’s dance..

They don’t push me out, but they don’t pull me in,
Like I exist, but just barely fit in.
I wave, I smile, I try to be seen,
But I’m fading out in the space between.

Would they notice if I walked away?
Would they ask me why I didn’t stay?
Or would my name slip from their minds,
Lost in the shuffle of passing time?

It’s not their fault, they never see,
How it feels to be almost, but never fully me.
And maybe one day, I won’t have to try,
To feel like I belong, instead of just getting by.
...heh...
alia 1d
she tiptoed on teaspoons,
drank sunsets from a straw,
taught a goldfish to waltz
in a teacup of awe.

her shadow wore slippers
made of old lullabies,
and her laughter?
a jellybean storm in disguise.

she planted her dreams
in a shoebox of stardust,
whispered,
"grow wild, not wise."

when asked her name,
she smiled sideways,
and became
a question mark in the sky.
alia 7d
They said she swallowed galaxies,
one constellation at a time.
No fork, no plate, just trembling hands
and a hunger that made silence cry.

She walked barefoot across the sky,
stealing light from planets
no one dared to name.
They called her cursed.
She called it dinner.

Her eyes?
Two black holes.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.

And if you ask her why,
she’ll only smile
with moonlight in her teeth.
alia Jul 9
I try.
I try so hard.
But nothing I do
is ever right enough.

They act like they never forget,
like I’m the only one
who ever makes mistakes.

And this week?
I’ve lost count
of how many people
left me bruised
with words they didn’t even think twice about.

I hate this.
This version of life
that doesn’t feel like mine.
Why can’t it go back
to when I could still smile
without faking it?

Why does it feel
like I’m the only one
who’s always breaking
in silence?
31 · Jul 12
My Prince
alia Jul 12
They say he’s out there.
My prince.
Maybe in a hoodie,
maybe in a crown.
Maybe late.
Definitely confusing.

He’s not on a horse.
He’s probably on his phone.
Scrolling,
not knowing I’m waiting
like a plot twist.

I don’t want saving,
just someone who sees me
like I’m not background noise.

So I wait.
With sarcasm,
lip gloss,
and slightly too much hope.
19 · 2d
Bubble Thoughts
alia 2d
my mind is full of bubbles,
not the kind that pop with a pop,
but the kind that float,
fragile, iridescent,
carrying pieces of unfinished dreams
and words i never said out loud.

sometimes i catch one,
hold it close,
and wonder if it’s mine
or just a reflection
of someone else’s sky.
2 · 1d
Twilight Zone
alia 1d
I slipped between seconds,
where silence hums in pink and chrome,
a heartbeat off from real,
but realer than what I've known.

your voice? it echoes backwards,
your gaze? it bends the night,
and suddenly I'm nowhere
but everything feels right.

half-asleep, I'm floating
through a hallway made of sighs,
every door maybe,
every mirror tells me lies.

you smile in slow motion,
I reach, but you're already gone.
is this love or delusion?
or just my twilight zone?
Inspired By Ariana Grande's Song
Twilight Zone

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