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Nylee 1d
I'm mature at times and immature at lengths
I need to keep my tongue to go off a roll
I regret a breath later, I'll regret it till the end
So hard is to make do, my assessment calls
I need to think through it, the pitfalls
Blink and compute, what comes from the mouth
Is it true, kind and necessary?
Am I calm, steady and ready?
It's not a net—
it’s the compassion
of knowing
when to let
the question
go—
like a kite
too wise
for wind.
Nylee Apr 3
Head to toe,
I am trying to stretch my toes
Lying on the bed.

Crying on quite late
It's like world wishes well but out to get me,
It's some kind of curse or a blessing,
I don't quite know.

I would hope to run and go
But there is no hiding.
In this simulation
We are trying to play,
But needless to say
We are quite good at losing,
Nothing is really of our choosing.

Miracles come in if you let them in
Trust is a game, quite demanding.
I don't know, which road I am walking
Indeed it's late, I could be sleeping,
But here I am pondering
The ideas come in a bind
I dont feel the world rise
the thirst is untimed.


Toe to head,
My weary feet, the growing heat
still up upon on the bed.

Recall the day, the miles they trod
Each step a choice, a nod from God?
Or just the path laid out for me
In this grand play, for all to see?

My legs feel heavy, muscles tight
From battles fought, in fading light.
My heart still beats, a steady drum
Though sometimes lost, and feeling numb.
My hands lie still, their work now done
Though yearning still, for someone's sun.

My thoughts still race, a restless tide
Where hopes and fears can't truly hide.
My eyes stare up, into the dark
A silent question, leaving its mark.

My head now rests, upon the sill
Of sleep's soft door, against my will.
Perhaps in dreams, a truth I'll find
Beyond the thoughts that cloud my mind.
From toe to head, I'm just a soul
Trying to make myself feel whole.
  Mar 27 Nylee
Vianne Lior
Soft hush
a lilac hush,
spilling from heaven’s cufflinks.

Dust-throated wind,
draped in violet lace,
forgets how to whisper.

Once,
a petal kissed my wrist,
feather-light, sugar-spun.
(It melted before I could love it.)

Beneath the boughs
time folds like an origami swan.
A child presses footprints into fallen silk,
calls for lullabies.

Glittering
a secret only the butterflies know,
written in ultraviolet sighs.

Stay.
Stay.

But the season is shifting,
jacaranda knows no permanence.

A lilac hush
soft hush
dissolving into sky.

The ground is a love letter
written in violet, waiting for rain.

03/04/2025
Jacaranda's have bloomed in my school.
Farewell :(
  Mar 27 Nylee
S R Mats
Serene, float among green growth,
Buds desire to open, join the flotilla.
Gentle one, you are like the waterlily
Which grow across the surface,
The still surface of my pond.
  Mar 26 Nylee
November Sky
Tears
are not afraid
to get wet—
tears will find
another way
through—

Like rain cutting
new roads
through rock

Like rivers tricking
land to let go

Even the smallest
drop knows—
water moves
what won’t
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