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A thought

layer over another a dash, an intrusive thought's win annex the muddled mind and seizes control

oh its flat, lets try that out, too many thoughts, might be a way out, a rush of adrenaline, the sting strangely, a relief.

this works, something works. why not then, just a line, then two, then three slowly the sting isn't enough, the thrist yearning maybe deeper, might be better.

more slices, more stings, disassociating, the wave of regret the pain, calling back at me gnawing, whining I cave. the glimmer reflecting from my hand

like drugs, it just calls for more the sight of red, excites the way the layer builds that boundry, curling away like two like poles of the magnet, away is better.

the voices call me out again, I reach out, then pause, curling into a ball turning away from those around me fighting against it im not it,

a glisten, and the voices, a yell, another breakdown, a stifle I hold back tears cant form anymore. I need something . a leaf, a blade, I need this to spill out

a small figurine on the shelf, pushing through so many mountains, so much pulling it back so much it needs to to stand strong through, forgetting, how to lean, to rely how to be taken care of how to smile, to feel a rush of happiness, just an exhausted sigh

rumnrhymes

Everything, Anything

A river is just water, until a word gives it voice— then it sings, whispers stories beneath the moon.

A garden is soil and green, but call it hope, and it blooms in hearts that forgot how.

Even silence, when named ache or peace, starts to echo louder than thunder.

A single word— can burn like the sun, or soften like a morning fog. It can build a home from air, or tear down walls made of stone.

Emotions, they become rain when I write, or colours spilling from skies no one has seen but me.

Poetry makes the powerless mighty— a pebble turns to a planet, a glance becomes a galaxy.

Because anything can be everything, and everything, just anything waiting to be named.

-Y.C

Often I'd remember your passing figure The silhouette of the one who'd linger her breath caught as if trying to whisper Not an echo is heard, yet your figure still lingers,

Sometimes, retract, recoil and restrain The eyes yearn, asking for lesser pain fingertips dancing along a canvas so vast If only your mirror showed you through my eyes

Every whisper you shared held a tale to remember And each smile you hid could cause the heart to flutter an elegance you hold, and a gentleness you embrace Hidden to the world, unmasked in subtle gestures In every smile and letter bespoke, You hold a love so true.

They claim to see behind your eyes, oh, there lay a mystery, They can't unravel, or so to speak, For dancing there, behind the moonlight Within your eyes, a gentle adoration I see so clearly Every tear you hide, know I'll be there by your side Or just behind you, silent, supporting your valour And any moment you need it, just pause and take a breath For any venture you undertake, white roses shall blossom

A gaze speaks volumes, lingering or stern And in your silence, there's comfort But in your possession, a voice so sweet, laced with genuinenity each word like a blanket, protection from those which stab A young phoenix, hold yourself true against the world Silent gallantry, an ally in battles An elegant stride and serene luminescence A warm cascade of words you pour

Embracing the soul in comfort A hidden armour, a sweet rain If only you saw the reflection I see, You'd know why within the words I speak lay the truth

rumnrhymes

Everything, Anything

A river is just water, until a word gives it voice— then it sings, whispers stories beneath the moon.

A garden is soil and green, but call it hope, and it blooms in hearts that forgot how.

Even silence, when named ache or peace, starts to echo louder than thunder.

A single word— can burn like the sun, or soften like a morning fog. It can build a home from air, or tear down walls made of stone.

Emotions, they become rain when I write, or colours spilling from skies no one has seen but me.

Poetry makes the powerless mighty— a pebble turns to a planet, a glance becomes a galaxy.

Because anything can be everything, and everything, just anything waiting to be named.

-Y.C

nasr-daher

From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

My name is Naser AbuThaher , and my world has been shattered by war. I lost my beloved mother and sister in an attack that took them away fr

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

old scars just fade away?

Spilled ink on scraps of forgotten paper - 28/Feb/2024

Clammy hands, slipping , losing grip Darkness seeping closer, bridging the gap Sinking deeper, screaming desperately Voices muting, overwhelming, as she drowns deeper.

Black ink spreading across the glass red beads across her visoion beads of glass falling across her skin, leaving their traces Shadows spread across the canvas, And the tears stream fighting against the desperate sea The claws cling on to her skin, desperately tracing her tears , leaving behind red beads of sacrifice

Tears swallowed by the sea, bloodshot eyes staring across the darkness As the red thread breaks, splits, lesions spreading across her body Flashes of red, stinging

Starign right across, a cloaked figure Engulfed in darkness, as the bubbles get smaller The figure steps forward, reaching out to the sinking corpse

Their fingers graze and death comes forward holding her hand firmly,and everythign splits the sweet melody of memories play as death squeezes her in his everlasting embrace

Stains scattered through my pages Slowly, dying away, eaten by time and you, once the morning moon, now a sinking corpse, a forgotten memory

And as I stare across the woods, Watching the traces die refusing to let newer wounds heal

Glancing behind me the places you once stood the memories we once shared all just a dim shade of grey disappearing slowly, without a trace

Is it even Real? then what would define that Your growing absence? or your faded tees lying across the highways torn, worn, deserted.

Slipping away

A glance your way, then two

a whisper, a request, a query

a tap? and then your name?

just once? not even twice,

now its thrice

It used to be telepathy,

a glance and you'll know

now as I gaze at your fingers

playing mindlessly at the screen acroos u, i realise,

ýou're slipping away.

The feeling is surreal, but somehow familiar it's lonely, and I'm afraid you will be too. as I stare helplessly, you let yourself fall, falling away, a growing distance between us.

you don't grasp at the air, for something to hold on to, or maybe you did, but i never saw it. the guilt consuming me whole, why didn't I see it sooner, before it happened,

or is it not too late yet? I wish to see that shimmer in your eyes again, as we talk about our memories and your emotions running free letting yourself be vulnerable in front of me.

My uncertainities making me nervous, a Pygmalion effect, my words not wording and my just tumbling I do not want to do the wrong thing yet again, i do things to make it worse

Echoes once cherished

Walking down the lifeless corridors, I glance towards your old retreat, and your voice plays your melodies, annexing my muddled mind,

Glancing towards your old retreat, the traces of your laughter and whimsical antics Your nonchalant gestures, and careless glances As we used to pass each other by

Sitting across your old abode, I try to trace your picture, fingertips playing across the canvas yet as the last stroke completes, ink spills across the sheet, leaving you, as an empty hole within my vivid schemas,

Now as time dwindles on, a numbness grows within me. For my futile attempts to preserve your voice slowly start defeating me

They say memory would last for mere seconds, unless watched consistently, yet as I play your tales within my electric confines there is all but no avail,

For the mirage of you, gradually fades again, shrouded by the mist of mind, that never clears away.

Within the mist, resides the forgotten threads of the past knotted and frayed woven into the tapestry of time,

But as soft whispers play the strings to your melodies in my head, I watch from the sidelines, at your figure drifting away

dissolving, diminishing, from memory's bittersweet canvas

Those days with you

side by side

Happier than most times,

closer than others

yet now, as time goes

circumstances change

try to stay in touch

and suddenly, we're farther than ever

But life moves on

and with it, people

pride-with-a-hint-of-prejudice

biology is like the self discovery journey of a bunch of cells

The flickering lights on the street, The shrill sound of shattering glass

The eyes that stare from a distance as they turn the doorknob of brass

The echoes get clearer, & the shadows come, creeping closer,

And the chills going up their spines, Just seemed to get worser...

#poetry #spilledink #spilled words #poet #poets on tumblr #gloomy #creepypoetry #ghosts #creeps #poem #poems in moonlight

The Endless Spiral of Guilt

Hours become Days,

Days become Years.

And the longer I wait for it to fade,

the stronger it seems to become.

There are times when I wish I could toss it away,

Times when I wish to break free from this guilt,

But never once did the numbing pain fade away,

Neither did the guilt of pushing them away...

#guilt #freeverse #freeverse poetry #poemsinmoonlight #spilledthoughts #spilledfeelings #spilledink

thesnadger

When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”

Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.

sylviawitch

This makes me happy.

Happy creating, everyone

A Fading Yesterday

The daylights dimming all over again and the chirping of birds are fading away,

The irony and complexion of just a day turns a thought, into a tree, into clouds drifting away,

My brain has stopped whirring a long time ago, And the colors of creativity flushed out of me And perhaps yesterday's story is gonna play In a loop, all over, again today