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The closer I feel to you, the further I feel from myself.
Searching for something I don't know.
Keeping my watchful and trained eye focused on something I might never find.
A  burning and meaningful way of being loved, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The kind that makes you ache when it's not around and long for its touch again.
Have I never seen this before, or had I not appreciated it when it was within my grasp? Did we have this, and now it's gone?
If it's gone, is it gone for good?
Are we hopelessly bound together, or are we hopelessly in love, just searching for a way back to what we once had?
i know being lost.
been walking around
these woods for a while now,
same trees and same moss.
remind me again
what side does it grow on,
the south or the north?
it's not like the difference
makes any difference,
but it might make me feel
a little bit better.
same traps
and same hunting spots.
i can't really tell
a noose from a ladder,
that's probably
why i'm still here.
been trying to see
the sun for a while now,
but there's nothing but leaves.
eventually everyone leaves.
i know being lost.
taught myself
the art of surviving
all on my own,
but i'm getting tired.
my water is gone,
my food is expired.
still hoping to find a way out
out of spite,
wondering what it would feel like
to be underground.
out of sight,
out of mind.
been walking around
these woods for a while now.
Summer nights had lost their luster
As a million fireflies dim their embers;
Only in nostalgia could we glance
Those scenes where they once danced

Lost are their glimmer—
The forests mourn their partners
For they've taken its tiny souls
Mystic glows that made them whole

Their embers were put to rest,
And murk swallowed these blessed;
Their shine that wanes to bloom
Now forever sleeps in gloom.
I saw a post about that we might become the last generation to see the beauty of fireflies, so well... I made this.
Now I don’t know what to do anymo'.
I am deep below my own trench,
and still falling into the deep, dark below.

Will I ever hit the bottom?
The point where there’s no further down—
only up? I know I feel like a clown.

But still,

No more confusion.
No more sadness.
Only hope and happiness, I guess.
Peace of mind.
With all the past behind.

I feel lost. I don't feel like me.
I feel like I’m falling.
I feel empty inside me.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
A poem from the heart of the fall—when you're too deep to see the surface, but still quietly holding out for light. Written from a place of despair, and maybe… the start of healing.
Farwa 2d
The wind blows as I sigh in a pained breath
Watching the moon brood as I sink into its alluring strength
So pretty, the pale moon contrasts with the sky
a light like a satellite, slice it in half like a knife
Shining through it all was my smile
shimmering in the summer weather, observing the scene in front of my eyes

Leaves from a dropping tree hide most of the existence
The swing of the past gravitates in a motion of the present
Shadows dance like a ritual
bringing back the captures
trusting the lore
Darkness fills the orbs
spells of the shores
mingle into my thoughts
swayed me away
to the mediocre array

Never would the willow eye be open
Never would the cracking hearts be broken
nausea of a sick addiction
choked, cardiac, into a numbing pain
Kind words for a mouth of thee
left nothing of purpose in those minds of machines

Let the pain go
Watch the stars above
nothing's there to hold
nothing's there to guide anymore
The digital clouds the beauty
Now left a hellish lot of duties
Why did you take away the only sunny ray of stars from the midnight
forever in misery like a lost traveller in the forest's nights

no guide
no light
weeping to the moon, who will never forget
Therefore, it's too young today
just like you were once
When the stars were still aligned
Except, when were you really young?
A question, a few healers solemn
Why is my mind doing this
Bringing up the past
Thoughts of
You're not getting bored
Are you?
I'm not too much
Am I?
Sorry
I just worry
You're just gorgeous
In my eyes
The only beauty
I crave
To have around
I keep thinking about you
Only to instantly dismiss it
I fear falling for you
I don't wish to get to that point
The point where I fear
Losing you
I don't know
At this point
I feel that
I just want you
To claim me
Make Me Yours...
Johanna 3d
cast a shadow here
set the scene, light spot! over here!
place this one about twenty yards away…
…background
and now slowly... too fast!
towards us head on... cut!
we forgot the bouquet of gerberas for her
have her hold them at a slight angle in front of her with a self-satisfied attitude… or something
wait now
ladybird... what was it again?
“snowflakes”?
“conflict moon and sun”?
“a rotating mirror”?
what is that supposed to mean?
what was I thinking?
where do these belong?
in which place? to what purpose?
what am I doing here? what are you doing here?
where did you come from, why are y‘all standing still now? stop the staring, at least don‘t forget blinking! creeps!
the pile of props is leaning more and more
starved, curiously waiting for an instruction
there it is, no fear!
however the vision...
must have seemingly gone lost on the way here
… it‘ll find you again. promise.
Lost in darkness in my life, in his eyes I found my light
When everything is wrong, he makes it right.
inspired by
You're the only good thing in my life by Cas
R Spade 4d
Does my clarinet  
blame herself  
when she  

screeches?  

I asked her —  
careful  
not to press  
the wrong buttons.  

She hummed along,  
nodded  
like a good girl.  

(𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?)

I’m the one  
who blows  
down her throat,  
pressing keys  
until she forgets  
how to breathe.  

Her voice cracked —  
guilt hung in the air  
like smoke.  

"𝘪 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯,"
she whispered.  
"𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦."

I strike her notes harder.  
She chokes out bits,  
broken pieces  
that only make me angrier.  

Your wheezing is because  
you’re fragile.  
Cheap.  
Not because of me.  

(...𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?)

"𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶,"
she sobbed.  

And I  
almost told her —  
𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗱𝗼.

But the truth  
lodged in my throat,  
behind the breath  
that made her scream.
this is def experimental writing so i consider it a rough draft! feedback is greatly appreciated :)
Kiki Jun 3
Asked her

   "Whatever?
    Whenever?
    Wherever?
    Forever?"


Sh­e said

   "Never"
Guess her name
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