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The purpose is still burning
Even tho everything is jaded
My heart light faded
No one can take it from me
It's mine forever meant to be
Reignite my purpose
And you'll see
josef 22h
i guess i’m a hopeless romantic.
want to buy petty little things
to see a crack in his pretty smile

want to pick buttercups for him
so i can see the glow on his face
yellow, radiant, much like him

on a summers night drinking
cheap beer and kissing him
knowing his taste over *****

in his bed listening to his
billy joel and nirvana cds
not noticing them playing but

his green eyes piercing my soul
as he side eyes me and smirks
laying in my arms warm embrace
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The sun shines brightly,
But I can’t feel its warmth.
This house feels dark and empty,
Especially when I look back at the night we spent together.
You held my soul, and I begged you not to ever let go.
If I had known what I know now,
You wouldn’t be haunting me.

Those days are gone when we held hands
And laughed together as the world spun around us.
I can still smell the floor wax and sweat,
'And I can feel the blisters on my pads from the nights we spent skating,
Like we were skating away from the truth.
This relationship was never meant to last

We loved like a fever,
But we weren’t strong enough to withstand the storm.
As the waters broke through and swallowed you,
I knew I would never love again.

I’m tired of this game, tired of chasing that high.
It feels like I’ve loved nothing at all.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes,
And even though she feels like home, you were the only one I would live in.

I wish I could be under your pressure,
So you could shine like a diamond.
I know we were both young and in the rough,  
But when you left my world, I lost the light of my life.
The colors of the world faded,
And the dreams I had vanished,
All because of the promises you made and the debts you kept.
I hope one day you’ll remember the times we had together.

The sun shines brightly, but I can’t feel its warmth.
Colors bleed into black,
And time seems to have frozen in place,
Even though I cry through the ice
.You’ll never be mine.
Oh, why can’t we rewind?

Back in those days, when we went on festival rides
And attended high school *****.
We kissed under the starlight and pinned ourselves against walls,
thinking we knew it all.
And this song would never end, because we would keep on singing.

If I knew what I know now,
I would have stopped chasing after that love.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes.
I know it's not super polished, or fancy.. it was hard to even write this. It's inspired by a journal entry from my first major breakup as a teen, with what was at the time, the love of my life. The things/feelings I experienced for years after the breakup were....traumatic
You are a beautiful person
Really happy am I, to have you as my cousin
Sweet and caring by nature
Unquestionable, is your character
Stoked was I, to meet you last year
And of course Dr. Karthik and little Ninad
The three of you share a super cute bond
And Chikku is such a dear
He even came to Mumbai last December
Though it was a very short visit
With all of us, was he an instant hit
Of course, we don't speak a lot
But I find your presence a source of comfort
You are extremely innocent
Though naive, certainly are you not
Moreover, you are quite humble and unassuming
Which, in this cruel world, often means everything
I would love to meet you again in the near future
May you and family be blessed with all that you hold dear!
Poem dedicated to Pavithra, one of my sweetest cousins
Andrew 2d
Kids, f&ck you up
They don’t to everyone
But to most they do
They will bring out your childhood
Making sure you’re reminded of it
Every little bit of it
Some of them say we were split at the start
Off I go stumbling, a half-cocked Cortes
After Venus who has part of my heart
"This gold is for God," my grinning mouth says

Some of these brothers were split right in two
By saw on the rawest end of the deal
Standing right next to that heavenbound crew
Of me does this old world quite worthy feel

Some of my feelings are split as of now
I want to stand, ask, and be justified
But as indignation pulses my brow
Holy teeth rake and scrape out the inside

Perhaps I'm just grinding salt into flesh
Trying by brute force to make the two mesh
Written in March 2024
This life has had it's way
This place has had its way with me
This loss that burns so cold
Won't back down it will never go away

These dying breaths are fading now
Seems like breathing has lost its charm
That flame i once felt inside
Seems the glow finally died

The memories i had of you
And the place where we ran through
Streams and waterfalls
The memories are fading now
Just like the strength that carried us through
Dreams and waterfalls

Is this what it will come to?
A drowning pool of hopeless heartache
A pond where memories die
Slowly drained and washed away

If i had the strength i would lift us up
If i had some more undiscovered ways
But this time it is real
This time i will surely die

This is the last goodbye
The final words of regret
This is the last goodbye before i die
Imtiaz Ahmed Apr 17
I feel like I'm stuck in a world full of strangers.
Invisible to everyone I meet,
Visible to everyone I haven't met.
Living in a land, somewhere in between,
waiting to return.

I crave for that familiar connection.
You know it all too well,
that instantaneous, gravity defying,
tear inducing, stomach turning,
gasping for air like someone has stolen your lungs,
smile for no reason,
the fuse being lit for that
spark
of a connection.

But yet when I make myself visible,
make myself vulnerable,
lay myself open,
as if I were on the operating table,
It's still not enough.
Even ripped open, I seem to find no cable of spark,
no artery or vein of connection.

Yet I am hopeful that someone will come along,
and take up residency,
put the gloves on and pick up the scalpel,
and transplant themselves into my soul,
return me from limbo,
and give me a way out.

Perhaps then,
I won’t be
stuck in a world full of strangers.
Breann 6d
I could’ve spoken,
could’ve screamed.
But some battles
aren’t mine to fight.

He saw it all—
the looks,
the lies,
the way they tried
to dim my light.

So I stayed still,
not out of fear,
but faith
that justice
has a better voice than mine.
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