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.