I will be the sun to its moon,
when darkness claims you in gloom,
I’ll find a way to make you smile soon,
to help your broken heart bloom.

And when darkness pulls me down,
I wish your light would wrap me all around,

be the hand that I can hold,
when nights feel cold,
be my ears 
when I'm filled with so much fear,

be my eyes when my vision blurs,
and act as my feet when I feel unsu...

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The sea was our lingua franca,
where its waves filled every stanza.

I found myself writing less and less about myself,
because all my emotions were filled with you and nobody else.
You slipped into every verse, as though they crowned you,
so I wanted to learn everything about you.

I also began to learn about longing,
through the wind, across the sand, and into the far horizon.
My memor...

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When doubt speaks louder than hope,
sometimes we may forget the way home.

But the hopes we once
whispered to God,
in the darkness we thought
would forever fill our hearts,

if their light could be seen,
perhaps they would look like stars,
little sparks that bring light to the dark.

And perhaps, when you count the stars
that once shone along your path,
you may remember your way home...

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If love is a flame that burns the wood and disappears,
leaving only ashes as the memory of its passing,
then let me not fall in love.
The stars may keep witnessing from above
how I might disappear with my tears
and end up breaking.

But if love is a promise pulling us like a string,
and its flame burns its way into a ring,
while the world keeps changing
and death becomes only a distant t...

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Today, I am dust upon the windowpane,
just another nothing learning the mundane.
Or perhaps, I am drops of rain,
with no certain place to call my lane.

But I am not the reflection you see in the mirror,
yet I am someone drawing nearer.
I am too many things,
if you’re asking.

But You were always bigger than my aim.
When I was ready to give up,
all my broken pieces were finally being s...

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Some leaves dry in their own time,
while some fall out of their own rhyme.
Though a thousand raindrops fall through every night,
And some battles are carried through the quiet fight.
Still, the sun promises to continue to shine,
and the branches reach, their hopes in line.
 

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I pedal my bicycle through the waking bustle,
my eyes take in so much life in the hustle.
two boys locked in a tussle,
a mother in the middle of buying mussels.
while nature greets me in a gentle rustle.

For all this time, I’ve been watching only my pedal,
I had believed I held the most beautiful petal.
Until life made me see this moving cycle,
I finally learned to smile upon my bicycle.

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Like three little birds that made the silence melt,
flitting through my window,
soothing my sorrow,
somehow the night just knelt.

A beautiful lullaby rising to the sky,
you taught me how to fly.

Every word you said,
and every note you gently played,
it was a beautiful lullaby,
until goodbye made it too hard to play.
 

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The moon was written to glow in a borrowed light,
speaking a language only in the silence of night.
While on the far side of the sky, the greater light shines,
in ways no borrowed light can define.

The distance fate has long been stretched,
longing feels even more forbidden, yet sacred.
Not a second passes without the moon longing for its source of light,
yet its longing is not a language...

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The child was all alone, looking for answers,
but no one was home, not even a whisper.
No one told that child, “It’s okay to feel pain,
it’s okay to fall apart under the rain.”

The child learns to cry,
and still finds the strength to try.
When a wound blooms in his tender little heart,
tell me, who do we blame from the start?

And then the child became a parent.
Not knowing how to be p...

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“I’m not beautiful anymore,”
her words falling to the floor.

A mother was once a girl,
treasured softly like a pearl.
She used to linger a little longer before the mirror.
Tracing her reflection—she owned her perfection.

Her body learns the shape of another story,
the light falls differently.
The mirror became an awkward place,
her color seemed left to replace.

Fragile things—
her...

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The calmer water, as smooth as a mirror,
holding reflections without distortion,
casting the sky unbroken, the horizon wide open.

The ripples no longer rush,
the tides sink into hush.
My thoughts no longer crowd.
No need to shout.

The calmer water is where I finally found the answer:
that He is the reason for every intention.

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Sunlight in their small hands,
rising beyond all brands.

Their courage goes on shining;
they were once growing wings.

Until a missile left their building crumbling,
burying, one by one, their dreams—
the wings that once were growing,
now scattered, fading.

Time refused to stop
as tears continued to drop.

Their parents were seeking
the scattered pieces of their morning.

The in...

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I write your name
within the lines of my frame.

I forced you into my ideal,
but it was far from what is real.

The words I say
slowly pull us away.
The things I do
end up breaking you too.

So it was best for us not to stay.

I love you,
not in the way lovers do.

My ocean runs blue;
I am hurting too.
I have baggage to work through.

I should’ve known our love was never meant ...

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Watch me closer.
I’ll pull you a little deeper
into something darker.

One lesson after another,
I think I’ve become wiser
just by wanting to be happier.

Demons take control—
I almost lose my soul.

I wanna step further,
but the further I wander,
I’m pulled back to the same corner.

What is in store?
Too much I’ve ignored.

I’ve lost my feathers.
God, am I just a loser?
 

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If I were your dress,
not about fabric for the daylight,
nor about silk for the night.

If I were your dress,
not loose nor tight,
I would stay by your side.

If I were your dress,
I would make sure every gaze
never dares to call you a mess.

If you were my dress,
I would be happy walking with you in distress.

If I were your dress
that is how I confess.

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He is a young little garden.

Through the seasons, he always listens,
morning and night, he still stands in his patience.

When everybody has found a hand to hold,
he is left with only a faint glow of gold;

believing love is found
in all that’s grown.

Love will rise from dust, he trusts.

Weighing time between his thumbs,
when his heart begins to answer the drums.
A garden ready t...

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On the train that early morning,
while my tears were falling,
a little girl with the softest smile I still remember,
her eyes met mine in the mirror.

That little girl
I locked in my chest,
the reason behind my rose-colored glasses.
A place where hopes and dreams do not belong to classes.

letting down our insecurities, we fall into gravity.
thank you for holding me tightly.
You kept t...

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At the quiet, gentle turning of June,
a caterpillar is still becoming within its cocoon.
You are a different season,
where I slowly found a reason.
From the fragile days of our teens,
loving you means,
I stay along your side,
Even on days that didn’t go right.
I won’t place blame on your past.
I wait for what we might create to last,
on our big, new canvas.

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Some colors are questionable,
why do we keep returning to the same circle?
learning how to breathe inside a bubble,
digging for meaning beneath the rubble,
sometimes I feel I am a stranger.
On the road of becoming a winner,
where some leaves must fall into wonder.
God is the reason to be better,
so I learned.

From purple to the jungle.
I found a miracle.

I cannot meet all the expect...

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Fireworks blooming on a beautiful screen
Into fresh beginnings, people lean
While the calendar is still clean
There, January slowly colors it green

A turtle
from a former season in this jungle,
hoping to find more laughter

From the beautiful smile she always had to design,
she wished the world would feel less unkind

January held the days at the start of her ways
Her little hand too...

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I took the next train,
as rain found me again.
Fine traces gently line the window,
bringing back your gentle shadow.
But when I reached out my hand,
it could no longer stand.
You are a familiar old landscape,
with feelings I can’t escape.

Two eyes that once found each other,
two hands that once held each other.
They've chosen different destinations,
drifting toward their own constella...

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i am — b
for my be
a young lady on a journey,
trying to seek self-clarity.

My daddy told me,
be clear about your intentions,
be careful not to lose direction.
“But baby, I am here for your protection.”

My mother told me,
marriage is not about celebration or a diamond ring,
but about mundane things—even when you’re crying,
you still have to keep going.

My bestie spilled some tea
...

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The sea begins with a line,
its wave sweeping the shore
bearing a feeling that crosses boundaries,
telling stories it has waited to speak.

It trembles,
handing over pages
which have long been stored on the surface.
Then returns gently, honoring that quiet intimacy.

Its grains of sand draw the feet into the depths of memory.
For a moment, the comfort that was once hidden returns,
remi...

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A little shoe frayed at the edges
sweeps away the shadows
that are haunting a man,

and
tries to whisper back the pieces of him.

Pit pat pit pat,
it brings him back to the first track.

About who he once tried to become,
from the tiny footsteps that used to follow him
with absolute trust.

A little girl once wore it
for her very first steps—
with an unsteady stride
she never let ...

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The water they drink comes from the same well,
dug by their ancestors.
Yet the taste they receive is never the same.

The blood running through their bodies
is the blood their ancestors gave.
So why does one end up killing another?

Why is there always a part where women are raped,
when all they have ever done is raise their babies?
Why is there always a part where children,
who only wa...

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80, 90, or 100,
how many years will you breathe?

Maybe the next day,
my breath might slip away.

But don’t worry,
today I will make you happy.

Let’s make beautiful memories
that will last for centuries.

I’m going to hold your hand
to help you understand,

my love will never die,
even if someday
my breath comes to its final day
In heaven is our next ‘hi’

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She found love in a garden,
she believed people called it Eden,
where every touch meant forever,
and each devotion leaned towards the Creator.

She believed true love is when ribs meet ribs,
and she thought she'd found her missing piece.

She kept calling him fate,
where each flutter was a sign she couldn't negate.

But fate doesn't leave fingerprints on your doubts,
she blurred his tr...

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That day…

Beneath the heavy rain,
the flower petals drenched,
their beauty wilting under the weight of pain.

I thought I would always know how to handle the cloudy skies,
in fact, I never truly knew when the rain lies.
Sometimes, I don’t even have an umbrella to guard the cries.

I'm sorry, I didn’t know how to face you in that weather.
If only I had run faster,
perhaps I could have ...

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Lanterns line the way,

their light greeting every step astray.

For souls who are seeking what matters,

their glow is the answer.

Unfortunately,

my Dear Dorothy strays blindly.

Dorothy..,

she is a little soul who is still learning how to be happy.

But darkness lingers in her mind,

she loses sight of the peace she hoped to find.

Full of fear for the pa...

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The ripples of the waves that fall into the ocean,
I no longer wish for any part of your presence.

The moments when the waves crash,
I am already familiar with the pain.
Ripples that strike my body,
leaving a lingering ache.
I do not wish to endure it again.

I think I've learned to let go
things that should
or even simply want to go,
I won't hold them back.

I no longer wish for th...

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When you write on a sheet of paper,
the ink bleeds through to the other.
You might not believe me if I say
I can feel what you feel.

When you write on a piece of paper,
it’s as if I’m there
on the other side of it.
The marks aren’t deep,
yet the pressure,
the feeling behind them
reaches me.

Joy, sorrow, even nervousness come knocking
on days when I should feel nothing.
I try to cl...

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It feels like yesterday
the way your smile lit up the sky after all that gray.
Its warmth still finds me, though you’re far away.

But the next day,
you were gone,
and so was that smile.

The gray returned to cover the sky,
not yours,
but mine.

The world seemed to turn your smile into a joke,
applauding
as your leaving became their entertainment.

But in the end,
everything must ...

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The depth of the ocean,
like the vastness of feelings,
I cannot touch the bottom of.

I sail my ship toward a destination,
I realize that I am only human.

"God, I'm sorry... I choose to be angry."
I thought I had healed my wounds,
yet they are still bleeding.

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The rising smoke curling from the cup,
I try to sip what people call life,
Burning…
Amid the hush of my wandering,
when time keeps moving,
and people keep stepping toward their dreams,
I keep gazing
at the bottom of my cup,
where bitterness never fully lets up.
I want to understand,
when people say,
“every sip is not about taste,
but about the way you respond to it.”
I hope I can find
...

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Your lullabies stitched together my dreams,
from the smallest beginnings
to the big ones I could imagine.

The monster behind the door
terrified her,
but you slapped the monster.
Without fear, protecting your baby girl.

Through my late-night fear,
you taught me love always near,
a first forever, gentle, sincere.

Father,
here are my little confessions:
from my teenage years
until ...

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The warmth I used to remember,  
now you've become a stranger.  

Your memory stays in all I do,  
and my promise is to always return to you.  

When our journey takes us apart,  
you've become too quiet for words to tug.  

To the soul I once connected,  
let my story remain a secret,  
one that is deeply kept.  

And my promise to return to your rhyme,  
let me keep it without a de...

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I meet the gaze
through eyes that whisper the answer
for those brave enough to look deeper.

When there’s pain behind their smile
when there’s betrayal behind their wall
or when there’s a lie behind what they say.

They made me realize
not every eye
is glad to meet another’s eyes.

Even when it rains
not everyone
welcomes the umbrella that shelters their pain.

Father said, 
"O ch...

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In the vast, dim canvas of the sky,
the moon perches,
like a night-blooming flower unfolding
in the darkness. It says nothing,
yet its glow reaches anyone who dares to look.

The stars flicker,
like quiet secrets dancing to a slow rhythm,
igniting hope
in the folds of the dark.
And in that soft light,
I try to sketch you.

You,
who were once a hope I could hold.

For a moment,
I l...

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Metaphors sailing along the lines,
a language only silence dares to define,
when the world chooses not to understand,
she is a poem I’m still trying to comprehend.

Between pauses and gentle words,
she gives birth
to what the world needs to hear
a beauty that unfolds from within.

She hides her wounds beneath layers of metaphor,
her words are silent confessions that softly overflow
a q...

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When your body bleeds,
the world turns near,
with gentle hands to calm your fear.

When your tears fall,
the world rushes in with soft embrace,
to hush your sobs and dry your face.

When you smile,
the world throws a celebration,
to rejoice in the blooming of your elation.

But what about me?

When my body bleeds.
no one turns.

When I cry.
the world does not listen.

When I sm...

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The flower buds have appeared,
a sign that new hopes have revered.
Something whispers, "a new day has come,"
as morning light breaks through the drum.

Let your feet take their first stride,
on dirt, grass, or rocks that hide.
It doesn't matter what lies beneath,
each step will help you find your breath.

Don’t be afraid! just softly say,
“Today, I’ll be okay!”
Even if doubt steals you...

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I used to fly,
touching the softness of clouds,
dancing with the wind, thinking I had grasped everything.

My wings...
once showed the happiest version of me,
when I thought I had conquered the sky,

Mother,
she was one of those who always saw me smile,
with wings attached, like fate, as if I were born to fly.

But today,
the wind that once felt like a friend now feels foreign.

And...

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A paper boat sails across the sky.
If you ask,
Why did it choose the sky?
Imagination knows no bounds, anyway.

His tiny hands
break through the air,
guiding the boat toward its soar.

Don’t hurt him by saying,
"You are wrong."
Everyone has the right
to define their own.

In the imagination of being found,
he believes he is an existence.

And through the form of imagination,
he i...

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You’re always searching for a home,
one that shelters your soul.
But have you ever wondered
if it might live beneath your armor?

Perhaps the softest place to land
has been inside you all this time.
Even if it feels abandoned,
what if you dusted off the corners,
gently, without needing to be whole at once?

Don’t force the finding.
Even if you find nothing,
perhaps it’s just “not yet....

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They are not dumb,
They are numb.
They just believe
The world will never let them grieve.

They are searching for a way
To believe they’re okay.
In quiet moments, they often say,
“Sorry, I can’t go back today.”

They need strength,
Not to hold back their tears,
But to admit their inner length,
And name their fears.

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He drew secrets behind the mist of fears,
Brought sfumato to sweep across her tears.

Wrestling the world to come and understand
The line between the real and the uncertain.

For the eyes still quietly pondering,
The details of Mona Lisa’s longing.

Imperfection,
Colored into legend.

___________________________________________________________...

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Cobwebs fill every corner of his room,
Covering stories that were full of bloom.
A pair of black loafers, left behind,
Amid meanings time has failed to find.
Thick gray dust covered its past,
His mind became a silent blast.
Time is increasingly leaving its sediment,
Marking the weight of what time once meant.
Whether in the space of memories or now,
He stays in my heart, and that’s all I ...

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A part of them wants to stop talking
But from another side within,
a different voice, calling…
“Dad, I’m tired”
“Mom, I just want to cry”
To their parents,
they want their voice to be heard.
But they choose to swallow it,
afraid of being a burden.
That child...
hides behind the name.. “an adult.”

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A heavy knock striking the door,

Shakes the room with stone walls.

Truth stands to come,

Is it being lost, or going home?

What am I really afraid of?

Death, or what’s going to come of?

It is both death and being called home.

God… I want to give You a smile, not dark foam.

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