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i am a piece of broken glass lost at sea,
i am sharp; quick; clean; unforeseen
i am slowly ground down into the sand—
softer and softer i go in its hand
i drift slowly nearer to the humans' humble abode
until i wash ashore uncovered, i groan,
i am stuck in the land of the living
sea glass is nothing more than what humans are giving,
i am a piece of sea glass in his collection
when he found me? i have no recollection
he is me and i am him,
people have no clue that he is my victim.
i feel a deep pull in my chest when i think too hard about the sea. its deep, unknown bottom, its darkness. the sea is a good metaphor for the world.
Kano.
Your name means promise.
And tonight, under this sky,
your mother makes one.
I vow that we will live.

We will not trade our days for dust.
We will not bow to a world
that forgets the taste of rain
or the voice of the wind.

We will feel the grass between our toes,
and let the earth’s heartbeat guide our own.
We will plant food with our hands
and eat it warm from the sun.
We will drink water that remembers
its journey through stone and root.

We will wear our hair as it grows from our souls,
no mask, no shame, no weight that isn’t ours.
We will dance to music that shakes our bones,
and laugh until the stars lean in to listen.

We will love so fiercely
that no shadow can survive in its light.
Kano, I vow to raise you in truth,
that you are enough,
not because of what you earn,
but because you are.

I vow that when you look at the world,
you will see beauty first,
and when you see pain,
you will answer with kindness and courage.

And when our time here is done,
we will leave with hearts full,
hands warm from holding each other,
and the joy of knowing
we kept our vow.
We lived. We relied on each other🤍
We relied on each other. We lived.
Kyle Jul 26
Hard rocks
Below my feet.
A songbird sings.
I start to weep.

A steaming teapot
Sat on the wall.
A cool breeze.
I start to bawl.

A lonely leaf
kisses the lake.
The branch softens.
It does not break.

A moss-coated doorframe
Water dripping down.
A splash on my forehead
Lifts up my frown.

Moonlight in the panes
Sharp like a dagger.
Cuts through thought.
My mind starts to stagger.

A hand-woven pillow
my head it shall meet.
The owl sings.
My soul falls asleep.
maaring Jul 22
What do you tell someone who told you They want to die. How do you make them feel better, when all they have given you is love and hope. But you have nothing in return

When you want them to stay but they trusted you enough to tell you how they feel alone, but you cant help but think “were they not happy in those memories?” “have they always felt alone?”  “can i stop it?”

“For how long”

“Will they actually do it?”

Do you sleep after someone tells you that?

What if their all you have

What if their the reason you live?

Then what?

What do you do, when they say they love you, but mention the last time they'll ever lay eyes on you

What do you do

When you love someone so much you can’t even fathom not having them in your life

Just to find out they want out.

into a place where you aren’t there.

A place where you no longer know them

What do you when you love someone.

And all you can do is cry for them because you know you can’t help how they feel

When you want to be there for them no matter what

But this time you can’t/

Because they don’t even want to be a part of life

How do you tell them life is worth living but really, if it was worth it why would they feel that way to begin with.

How do you tell someone you want in your life so bad,  to stay in a place that hurts.

Knowing that if they ever left your side permanently you would  cry and cry and cry until oxygen was no more

When you, yourself were willing to die for them.

What do you do when you love someone that much

When they laugh you laugh with them because it fills you

When you see them, life gets better

What happens when you need them more than anything

What do you do when you love them more than you love yourself

And knowing their gone is worse than failing at everything you do

What do you do when you have a best friend

Who no longer wants to live.
The person i love the most told me she was "over' living.
Marwan Baytie Jul 18
He:
You're asking me why I'm silent?
I don't know... maybe because there's nothing left worth talking about.
We've started living from a lack of death, not from a desire to live.

She:
It's as if we're waiting for something to end us...
But even the ending keeps getting delayed, and the scene gets longer.

He:
Do you remember how we used to feel the pain? How we used to scream and find relief?
Now even the pain has become cold... as if we're forbidden from enjoying it.

She:
Not even crying over it.
We've started to stifle the pain, stifle the scream, and stifle life...
But we don't die.

He:
It's harder than death... to keep living, while nothing in your lives.
There is nothing more utterly heartbreaking than living a life unexpressed, a life without art.
We all carry art within us; truly, we are living art.
May your expression exist in its truest form.

-Rhia Clay
Yuzuko Jul 14
I am not sure yet
is life even worth living
it just seems pointless
Life has given up on me... and me on it...
Its lossing a will
or am I?
Again and again
The again fatigue.
The ache of it.
I’ve taken my surfing board to sea
too many times to count,
trying to master these waves
that never seem to cease.

They keep on coming.
Crashing.
Breaking.
Unrelenting.

But I...
I keep getting up.
Crying, trying,
Again and again.

Fatigued.
Tired.
Exhausted.
There must’ve been meaning
to the waves I crossed,
to the rage I dared to face.
Surely they meant something!

But they don't stop.
Not yet.
And neither do I.

Because maybe...
maybe I was never meant to master the sea.
Maybe I was born to dance with it.
To laugh in the face of the tide.
To scream and fall and rise like fire
Not to win,
but to become.

Maybe it was never about what others had
but what I’ve carried,
what I’ve kept,
what I refused to let go of
even when it nearly cost me everything.

Maybe it’s okay to fall.
To lose my balance.
To crack open.
To come undone
in the arms of the ocean
and still find myself whole.

And maybe...
just maybe
the waves will always come.

But I will rise.
Again.
And again.
And again.

Until peace meets me
not when the waters calm
but when I know
I was the storm all along.

I shall sea tomorrow.
Again and again.
But this time,
I will have fun.
Life is worth living!💛✨️🥹
Arii Jul 10
The purpose of living has always been up for debate.
It’s always been humans making use of their lives
to ponder the reasons why we’re alive at all.
It’s always about knowing
the “why” and the “how,”
in the process failing to
see the “should” and the “will.”
It’s easy for us to agree that
the world is a canvas;
malleable and flexible,
blank and waiting—yet
we’re so desperate to find an answer to our reality
that we forget that
there’s more to existing than clawing at
infertile soil and dormant seeds, more than
painting our own rain and sunshine, more than sobbing
on our knees to marble and gold.
It’s ironic when you think about it,
there’s not much more to life
than going through the motions
and yet
there’s so much more to life
than just existing. They always say
that there’s a difference between living
and existing,
but when was the last time anyone actually stopped to realise it?
“We want to know what separates us, what do others respect about us? More importantly, what do we respect about ourselves?”
The quote this poem was somewhat inspired by
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