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She Who Is Called A Monster

Her world once ran on her behalf, 

She freely enjoyed her stuff, 

Brushing the town so confidently, 

Proudly showing her beauty. 

 

Walking towards a long road, 

Her body broke, 

Pain spreading deep into her bones, 

Yet she holds on to hope. 

 

Inside her tiny little body, 

She carries majesty,

That's what is called a baby, 

A forerunner that will l...

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I Know

I know how heavy it can be,
When you carry your burden alone on your shoulders.

I know how painful it can be,
When the person you love the most hurts you deeply.

I know how tiring it can be,
When you walk through a hallway that feels far from over.

But I know,
That I just know what I know.

And it’s about your story now,
Maybe it’s better for me to just say, “I don’t know”

I jus...

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Under the City Light

Under the city light, 

People gather, different sight. 

Their smiles are bright. 

 

In the darkest shade, 

There’s no hesitance; 

Everyone just enjoying themselves. 

 

An old lady catches a glance, 

Greeting me with a sense of joy. 

She told me, "Just enjoy!”

Sink in together to humor we both share.

 

Just in the blink of an eye, 

She leaves. 

...

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Me and Mrs. Mosquito

Under the glow of the room’s lights,

Where there was only I and my solitude,

I tried to clear my cluttered thoughts,

Preparing myself for the next stride.

 

It was tranquil with no voice,

Giving myself a sense of poise.

 

Until then,

Mrs. Mosquito came.

She circled me for a while.

 

As instinct drove my hand,

I thought of striking her.

But her buzzing soun...

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A Woman's Inner Dialogue: More Than Just Butterflies

"I feel butterflies in my stomach whenever I see him. 

He looks so perfect. 

Is this what people call love?" 

 

A gentle voice whispers, 

"Don’t rush! It might be nothing more than admiration." 

 

I ask, 

"But what about these butterflies? 

They seem to linger, not just pass by." 

 

Another voice replies, 

"Love is more than just butterflies. 

A wis...

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A Cup of Coffee

A cup of coffee is the art of blending diversity.

Bitterness and sweetness blend in together,

A duality that creates delight in every sip.

Black and white merge,

Revealing the meaning behind every shade.

Different formulas for each connoisseur.

 

A cup of coffee becomes an alchemist for human senses.

Bitterness is an elixir for those who crave the essence.

Sweetness is...

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Mark

At a crossroads, veiled in mist, where shadows pass faintly.

A mark inviting questions.

Touching the silence, where hesitation binds the feet.

Is it truth or merely an illusion? 

 

No, the mark carries meaning. 

A determinant to declare a stance. 

A call to the conscience. 

A choice between walking or dying at the crossroads. 

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Dialogue Between Two Closed Doors

Two souls talk between two closed doors.

Their figures are drawn by shadows,

They cannot truly see one another.

 

Their voices are muffled,

Faint vibrations bounce off the door’s surface,

Each message distorted and unclear.

 

The closed doors create a gap through distance,

No one can fully see the other,

The connection remains blurred, unrealized.

 

 

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A Trilogy of Poems about a Sunflower

Sprout

Born as Helianthus annuus,
the little sprout grows, chasing after the light,
filling life in a nameless void.

It is Heliotropism,
a gentle motion that wanders,
swaying within the light,

Soon, its wanderings cause it to bloom,
It embraces life in joyful brilliance.

Bloom

It blooms
in the mystery of Fibonacci’s formula,
granting space for the growth of each seed,
balanc...

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Hello

Step by step, I softly tread my way,
Upon this path, the sun casts a gentle ray,
Tracing my silhouette in a joyful way,
Its warmth embracing, as if to say:
"Good luck!"

In rhythm with my steps,
A harmony blooms in the air,
A chorus of birds unveils a melody,
Its name, a song of Falling in Love.

A flash of crimson dances, sparking the scene,
Drawing me close to sip its fragrance,
Its...

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Children of Heaven

These children have shining eyes yet sharp,

A strength carved deep upon each face.

 

They are not princes or princesses from a fairy tale;

They are real, present on the earth of Gaza, full of pain and trials.

Their story is recorded without the embellishment of fantasy,

Sending a message to awaken the human conscience,

Which has dulled under the glitter of a fleeting world.

...

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“Welcome to the Show!”

Gaza is forced onto a boundless stage,

A spectacle of endless conflict,

In a world where roles are chosen by power

 

Trump says, "Welcome to the show!" 

He knows his role, he knows his lines, 

Staging a political performance beneath the guise of humanity

 

Upon the stage owned by the United Nations, 

They send hollow promises to Gaza, 

Leaving them choking in the ...

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Glitters

I am a soul 

The beauty of the form you see in me is glitter 

Even the title that clings to me is part of the glitter 

I layer it piece by piece

Shaping myself into what you see 

That is the temporary me

 

I am a soul,

That you cannot truly know my true form

There may be times when I fall short of your hopes

I am not entirely good,

Yet that doesn’t mean I am ev...

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Epiphany

What does life really mean?

I see people willing to ride or die for money and positions,

And some just live their life till they get old,

And some just live their life in pursuit of the hereafter.

 

Then, what does life really mean?

I hold belief in the heaven and hell.

 

But, what does life really mean?

If life is about money, 

Then, how much wealth is enough to buy...

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In the Embrace of the Night

In my childhood, the night was always a scary thing, 

Its silence seeped into my soul, 

Its darkness created many shadows, 

I saw ghosts mocking me. 

Its reflections crept into my closed eyes. 

It felt like there was no place to hide. 

My little self was too afraid of being caught by them. 

 

Yet, with you by my side, I felt safe. 

You became a strong fortress ag...

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The Link

Back then.. 
At the sea, 
We made lines together, 
I held onto your waist, 
Making a line right behind you. 
When the waves came, 
We let them carry our traces along their path.
 
I remember, our linked selves being pulled by the waves back then,
Like carriages of a train, each tied to the other in perfect harmony.
As soon as the waves pulled the line,
you ...

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The Moonlight in a Peaceful Corner

Have you seen the moon shining gently tonight?

Do you like the shadows it paints?

 

The moon shines upon me, 

As my feet touch the earth in this peaceful corner.

I can feel the softness of its light.

I can see my shadow dancing with joy on the ground.

 

The moonlight in this place,

Creates a painting of happiness,  

Amidst the silence of life.

 

I like this!

...

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Where My Feet Won’t Go (Stuck)

A call rushed at me, "Just walk!"
Yet, something holds me back.

I’m not sure what it is.
It feels heavy.
I can’t tell its exact weight,
But I know for certain it's heavier than my body,
For my body surely cannot move.

It feels as though I'm tied up,
So much so that I can't even wave my hand,
Just to give a sign for help.

I’m not sure what it is.
Or perhaps, it's a bruise that has ...

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Ms. Hush Hush

Hush hush

She started it,

With her forefinger placed as a guard in front of her lips.

She forbids my laughter from unraveling,

Commanding me to remain focused.

She tells me about ghosts,

She wants to catch one,

Hoping to have a friend among them.

 

Hush hush

She starts to speak again,

Still with her forefinger guarding her lips,

A sign to forbid me from laughin...

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When That Little Boy Is in His Solitude

The little boy has cloudy eyes, yet no tears ever fall. 

The little boy often hides his voice behind a faint smile. 

 

The little boy grew into an adventurer, 

Singing along with the howling storm, 

Fighting the thunder that echoed across the sky, 

Confronting the sun that burned the horizon. 

The little boy has bones of steel. 

The little boy could be anything those...

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From Your Little Moon “Dear Mom..”

Dear Mom... 

Every morning, the scent of warm rice from the cooker,  

Along with the echoing rhythm of your footsteps,  

And the sound of boiling water poured into a coffee cup,  

Never fails to wake me up.  

 

It’s a harmony I always long for,  

A melody I always wish to hear,  

It is etched vividly in my mind.  

 

Dear Mom... 

Your voice through the phone gent...

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The Last Carriage

I sit on the waiting seat on the station,

Not alone,

Many friends are waiting as well,

We share the same destination.

 

Not long after, the train arrives.

I look at my ticket,

"Ah, not my train", I say.

Some friends board,

They wave their hands,

We exchange smiles,

I'm left with the unfinished puzzle in my hand.

 

Not long after, another train arrives.

I l...

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I Am Nobody!

I am nobody

When my career is gone

I am nobody

When my money is gone

I am nobody

When my name is gone

I am nobody

When my body is gone

I am nobody!

I am no body?!

I am a nobody who puts some glitter on

I am a no body who I call Myself

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The Old Man Reciting His Title

I am the Old Man 

My age? 

Ah, does that still matter? 

My title is called decrepit, or so they say

A title that wraps around my wrinkles 

A title that wraps around my blurred eyes 

A title that wraps around my dimming ears

Some say I have no strength, 

but isn’t my age my strength? 

Some say I have no power, 

but isn’t my age my power? 

Ah, does that sti...

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Echoes beneath the Shadow of Faith

The cooing of the dove grows fierce
Upon hearing that its land is no longer safe
Many have died without a trace
Many hearts have turned to ashes

The wind speaks to the dove,
"Do you not know, there is something that can wound without a cut?"
"Do you not know, there is something that can set hearts ablaze?"
"It has no form, yet it feels sharp.”
"It has no form, yet hearts struck by it fee...

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