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[deeyaaa04]

To be seven again. To read comics on the bed as the window is open and crickets are chirping loudly. The cool breeze on a day of spring fills your room with the smell of dewdrops at dawn. Your father tucks you back in bed as he fakes believing you have a headache with a smile. To be seven again and to cry at a math problem. To see the world through a rose coloured lens. To not sleep the night before a school trip cuz you can't wait to go. To search for everything in books and your grandparents' stories. To not know the meaning of aestheticism. To stop and smell every flower that comes by and take one for your mom. To not know the meaning of loss.

Oh what I can give to be 7 and feel whole again.

-deeya

[logorrheic]

Rise

Fall

Rise

Succumb

Rise again.

Fight

Lose

Fall

Bleed

Heal

Stand

Strong

Fight again.

Winner?

No.

Bruises

Scabs

Scars

Survivor?

Yes.

Heal

Heal

Rise again.

Violence

Terror

Hate

Crimes

Unfair

Injust

Afraid?

Alone?

Powerless?

Rise

Raise

Voice.

Fight

Defeat

Believe

Reach

Faith

Hope

Courage

Peace.

[Peace -HF]

[logorrheic]

These bones are not strong, This heart is unwise. But they’ll both learn in due time.

[Learn -HF]

[logorrheic]

“Think outside the box, That’s where new ideas are born.” I disagree The box is such a small composition How can you use it as a comparison? I say Let’s think outside the Earth Beyond the norms of humans Let your imagination have fun Beyond these worldly obstacles, That’s where all possibilities Are made possible This society Will simply bury you And cremate Your senses You must exhume yourself Rise Rise from the ashes!

-HF

[logorrheic]

The fog was dense that day

Your eyes could not see that far

Yet

You moved ahead with concrete steps and tired flesh

The air biting Rabid against your skin.

  Wading through the stench of fears you held within,

  Your soles firm on the slippery, rocks

You’re home

But so are your fears, Creeping in from the corner of the street.

The fog wasn’t poison when it found you.

It just eroded

those bridges

around you.

-HF

A/N the fog was “self-doubt”, that felt very solid sometimes. 

[logorrheic]

I wanted to fly,

You taught me to swim

I loved the sky,

You clipped my wings.

Now you protest,

When the water drowns me,

But you didn’t see,

We were opposites,

Not meant to be.

I may become the finest

Swimmer around

But my eyes will solace

In the clouds

Even when I’m on the ground,

It hurt, It really stung,

When water spoiled my wings

And my dreams to fly

Were permanently gone.

Only thing that helps

To dive in

Is that the water reflects,

the colours of “My Skies” within. -HF

[logorrheic]

White equals peace and purity, 

Black is for mourning, 

Love is Red

Green fertility, 

Blue is the vastness

Of skies and the sea,  

Yellow is for fortune, 

as it’s the colour 

of our golden sun, 

This is how we have defined

the colours we see, 

Let’s blend the spectrum.  

Mix the colours

on the canvas of earth, Until

we are able, 

To wash away 

that ugly shade

dyeing

our skin.

-HF  (logorrheic)

[logorrheic]

Just a random thought 💭