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 Poetry

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

This scene feels like what I one saw on a screen

I searched: Aurora Borealis green

I’ve never seen someone lit from within

Blurring out my periphery

 

Her smile is like she won a contest

And to hide that

Would she so dishonest

And when you try, you,

gotta fake it till you make it,

Till you do; till it’s true

 

She can’t withstand what I’ve been through

The ephemeral lustre of the empyreal blue

Blurring out the periphery

Of my life’s tapestry

 

If “I love you” war a promise

Would you stay back, just be honest?

Be that someone I could confide

When I’m not woke, under my pride.

 

I know I’m not the only one

Who regrets the things they’ve done

Sometimes I just feel it’s only me

Who can’t stand the reflection that they see.

 

I wish I could live a little more

Look up to the sky not just the floor

I feel like my life is flashing by

But all I can do is watch and cry.

 

We’re not the only ones

And I don’t regret a thing

Every word I’ve said

You know I’ll always mean

It is like world to me

That you are in my life

But I won’t to live

And not just survive

 

I wanted to play though, thought

I could do all just on my own

But even superwoman, sometimes

Needed superman’s soul.

 

To be loud and love

At the highest count

Means to lose all the things

I can’t live without.

 

Let it be known that I would choose to lose;

It’s a sacrifice, but I can’t live a lie

Let it be known; let it be known that I tried.

- And it was like snow on the beach; weird but just so beautiful.

How is it like to see

A world of black and white

What about the blue sea

And that of stars at night?

 

What about the fresh greens

With varied shades of two

What about the flowers in the garden

How do they see them too?

 

What about the bright yellow sun

That will leave you blind once you stare

How do they know when to run?

When they see clowns dressed in rare

 

What about the bustling streets

Lit up with colourful cars

What about the various treats

Coloured like the red of mars

 

How do they know, they’re hurt?

If they don’t see red?

What if their toast was burnt?

Do they end up sick in bed?

 

The colours of my life

Whether it’d be red, blue or yellow-

Oh! Wait, I just realized

They can see the colour of white marsh mellows

 

All the items messed in a shopping cart

Whatever colour they are meant to be

What matters is the colour in your heart

Whatever it’d be anger, sadness or any other thee

 

Colours do matter in life, I always believed

Until I met someone that see colours of two

Don’t let your pitiness leave you deceived

They’re life is like a movie from the 1952s

                                             -AYISHA SHAFEEK .T…

Angel's Heart

We spend nights, asking “what if,” blaming ourselves,

Overthinking, self-loathing, left on a shelf,

We couldn’t change a thing, though we

Wanted to help,

Being strong for others, while we cry by

Ourselves

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 If I have love for you, I will always have love for you

Love never dies, it just gets buried within.

Genuine love doesn’t  fade, if it does it wasn’t love.

It might have been attachment, limerance, or something else, not love.

A love that’s soft, like coming home on a Saturday

Evening a love that truly is LOVE.

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I’ve noticed that when I walk past them.

I seem to ignore my heartbeat.

It makes me wonder if I truly understand

What live is if love isn’t being expressed it’s challenging to comprehend if I am truly being loved.

Whenever I see them , there’s a part of me

That wants to run towards them, hug them like we used to, but something has changed.

It feels like I can’t love them the same way anymore.

Rifa Lesna 
9 A
(2023-2024)

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