Preeti

is it better to speak or to die?

[literaturesthetic]

Kids who grew up counting stars,

once chased by the moon,

who ran barefoot after fireflies in the narrow lanes

Are all dead now.

They take a side

without knowing the human cost —gaza, palestine, israel, ukraine

as if life is worthless,

as if dreams in those eyes are dust

Y'all will be persecuted

By your god, under the rules you fear monger others about.

Only then

the kids who counted missiles in the sky,

ran barefoot on the radiation waste,

for one bowl of rice and glass of water

Before water touches their dry soul

A strong light flashes in the sky

Brighter than the sun

The kids have returned

To the eternal peace.

A rest of peace has arrived,

Free from the pain and suffering,

And they will have everything.

Your religious book promised you.

Everything you greed about

A rest in the lap of supreme.

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Drone Strikes on the Dreams

Behind every headline is a real human- “A little girl in Gaza writes her name on her hand before bed, in case she dies and someone needs…

[mn-harper]

rage-

i am an

evil, awful, angry

person.

my rage sits in my chest,

and follows my fingertips' wake.

stockpiled and stuffed away,

set aside for a rainy day.

as if every morning,

i get closer to

inevitably imploding.

i am an

evil, awful, angry

person.

but—

i am deserving,

of time and of space,

of patience and of grace,

because i am human.

i am an

evil, awful, angry

person.

but aren't we all?

we say, "let he

who is without sin,

cast the first stone."

but spend our days coveting pebbles.

-harper

[literaturesthetic]

I leave before I’m left. It’s not pride, It’s protection. Not because I don’t care — But because I care too much. I watch them drift, Closer to someone else, And I tell myself, “It’s okay. nothing was ever meant to stay.” So I step back, quietly, Before they notice the space I once filled. Because silence feels safer Than begging for a place In someone’s heart That might already be moving on.

[nixscriptum]

[askyea-poesy]

She's a balance of strength and femininity. She's a blend of silly and serious. She's a dreamer with her feet still on the ground. The kind of person that can find the suns rays in a rainstorm. She is a once in a lifetime woman.

j. ironword

[quotefeeling]

“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”

— Unknown

[literaturesthetic]

life is not changing what you have, it is about choosing what you have not yet.

[literaturesthetic]

Stain of Ink

They say eyes speak That they are the mirror of the soul I could not believe until Mine collided with yours As Pure as devotion As True as existence of life you were clueless, my attention was undivided Warmth of your gaze Slowly unfreezes my heart With every passing second My soul was submerging in the ocean of you You had questions I could read all of them Don’t ask me yet As it is too soon for them What spring does You did that to me Flowers once again bloomed My heart began to race On the glimpses of you Your name was written All over me Observing for a while Stain of ink were on my fingers I am into you That’s what my reflection In the mirror was screaming 

[sanddollarpoems]

Sometimes I am mean to her.

Sometimes I call her names and tell her

That she's good for nothing.

Sometimes I try to hurt her

Because hurting her is what feels safe.

Sometimes, I watch her cry

And drown with her in the pain.

But I'm trying to get better

at holding her close instead.

I'm trying to remember to bite back the venom,

and tell her she's worthy of love.

I'm trying to be forgiving,

as forgiving as I am to everyone else.

I'm trying to give her gentle compassion

and remind her of her value.

Because how can I say I'm a kind person,

if I'm not even kind to myself?

[literaturesthetic]

i have been on the extremes— sometimes a blessing, sometimes a disaster. Either way, it ruins me more than anyone else.

[mtnlly]

Fragments Of Who I Was

Everything's different, the world has shifted,

The weight of the past, unrelented, unlifted.

I’ve shed the skin of who I was before,

Yet fear keeps knocking, clawing at my door.

I keep to myself, behind guarded walls,

Afraid of the future, of potential falls.

How did I let it happen so much?

How did I shatter from every touch?

How did I let it happen, again and again?

The cycle repeats, a familiar pain.

No one can see what I’ve just endured,

A pain in my chest, silent, obscured.

I thought I’d be better, thought I’d be free,

But the mirror holds a stranger, not me.

This fractured life, this fragile frame,

unchanged by time, yet never the same.

[literaturesthetic]

"IT"

IT has no name

But it exists

IT is here,

every hour and every where

IT resides inside my chest

IT keeps me awake all night

Sometimes wakes me up in the midnight

IT fills my heart with pain

IT suddenly makes me nauseous

IT leaves me in despair in joyful evenings

IT does not let me enjoy food

IT creates unfamiliarity within me

IT brings fear in my safe haven

IT chokes me in the mornings i feel most lively

Can't IT be stopped?

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[literaturesthetic]

Lost in thought, torn between writing to you or writing about you.

[literaturesthetic]

Fleeting Encounter

I saw him there, amidst the crowd, 

Where voices clashed and colors loud, 

Yet somehow, still, he caught my eye

A gentle face, a smile so shy. 

His laughter soft, his gaze sincere, 

A warmth that felt both far and near. 

He moved with grace through every stall, 

As if he’d cast a spell on all. 

I didn't mean to fall in line, 

To walk his pace, to trace his sign. 

Yet foot by foot, I felt the sway, 

A fleeting wish I couldn’t chase. 

[literaturesthetic]

I don’t know why I grieve so deep,

For things unseen, yet felt in sleep.

A hollow ache within my chest,

A restless heart that won’t find rest.

I miss what once felt true and clear—

Understanding, love held dear,

Truth and care so freely given,

Lost in dreams, no longer living.

It breaks my heart to fight so hard,

For what to others comes unscarred.

I yearn for ease, a lighter weight,

For that which fate won't reinstate.

So here I am, grieving long,

For things I’ve lost, for what’s gone wrong.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Trista Mateer, from “i still forget we’re not even friends”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— soulinkpoetry