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[sh3lin]

I Learned to Write

If we are puppets or characters of story Then why do String feel loose? Why does my hand trembles Before I choose? Did you leave the pen near me on purpose? If you wanted control —fully — why does it feels like you wrote only the beingning? Why do I dream beyond the script? Why do I step outside the line? Or you were just playing untill you get bored? I was never your puppet Never your character It was only the fear— Fear that your hand Might learn that mine can write.

[sh3lin]

A Voice Beyond the Script

Are we just ink on page old,

Written to act, to do as told?

Are we just voice made to say,

The lines you wrote, the roles we play?

You write the script, we play along

We bleed, we break, you call it song,

Is this your way, is this your game

To watch us struggle, call out name?

If we are puppets, tell me why,

We feel so much, we dream, we cry?

Why let us reach, why let us fall,

If in the end, we have no call?

But I won't dance, I won't obey,

Won't be the fool in your display

I'll tear the page, I won't obey,

Won't be the fool in your display

I'll tear the page, I'll break the away,

I'll write my story on my own way

[sh3lin]

The Burden of Loving as a Writer

A writer always falls in love with every new thing not just with its face, but with the challenge: How can I unveil its beauty in a way no one has before? And when he does not fall in love, even the moon feels pale, even the rose doubts its red. But when he truly gives his heart, when he truly loves he makes you eternal, your laughter pressed into paper, your breath woven into ink. You will not age. You will not vanish. You will live, decade after decade, in the immortality of his words.

[sh3lin]

Fractured Bonds

A group of three friend is cursed No matter what one will leave By desire, or by misfortune Time decides the breaking point. It creates unforgettable And the leaving feels like glass A mirror, shattered It still reflect the image But never the same as before From the outside, it looks whole A flawless mirror to the world But inside the cracks remains And what it reflects is only half of what once was.

[sh3lin]

Control your body don't let your body control you.

[sh3lin]

The world is prison

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All the world is a prison Where no one can break free Without the will of God, you see God send us here to learn To realize the crime we've done the world is a prison Where freedom never wins The wardens take those who roam But leave the captives alone Some depart early it's true For their crime were fewer to view the world is a prison Where we get freedom To soar like a bird in the sky But still I ask what was my crime?

[sh3lin]

Stuck in the Mud of Love

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In a field where flowers grow, I walk with a heart aglow. But the path turns thick and brown, And slowly, I start sinking down. In the mud of love, I fight, Caught by her, though she’s out of sight. Her eyes are stars, her smile bright, Yet I’m stuck here, day and night. Each step I take, each look I give, Sinks me deeper, hard to live. She walks on firm ground, carefree, While I’m trapped, she doesn’t see. My calls unheard, my love unseen, In this swamp, where my hopes lean. I’m stuck in the mud, love's trap tight, Dreaming she’ll save me, day and night. Oh, to be free from this hold, To walk away, to be bold. But love’s a snare, deep as flood, And here I stay, stuck in the mud.

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She's Everything and Nothing

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She's not a stranger.

She's not just anyone.

She might not be the one I end up with…

But she's still someone I can't forget.

She feels like everything— someone I connect with deeply, someone who feels special, even without doing much.

But at the same time,

she feels like nothing— we don't talk much, we're not close, and maybe we're not even meant to be.

Still, I feel something for her that I don't feel for anyone else.

It's like we understand each other without even saying a word.

She's near in my heart, but far in real life.

She's not mine, but not a stranger either.

She's everything and nothing…

both at the same time.