Was it so easy to leave me behind?
Everything we built over time,
Now falling apart in front of my eyes.
It's not like I didn't see it coming;
I certainly saw the signs.
But I refused to believe,
That such fate could be mine.
How foolish could I be,
To have ignored this for so long?
I thought you loved me,
But I clearly was wrong.
With each falling brick,
You were slipping away.
Why did I have to meet you,
If you were never going to stay?
Saumya Thapliyal
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Saturn
I am one with sidewalk chalk and I do not know
How to skip stolen creek rocks
I am untangling their mess
And I sleep in piles of spaghetti noodles
Fallen hair and ink pen doodles
Fade into blue balloons behind sweaty palms that
Fade into backhanded slaps and pink lip balms
I am the self that knows not a self
I am second, yet
I am the self that is first and everybody else is quiet
They fall away into nothingness, all to watch me fall
To follow suit and It is okay, because
I am the self that is not here nor there
And I am the self that grows wisdom in her hair
And I am the self that observes thoughts and patterns
Curves and hurts and bursts of prayer
I am the self that is full of despair
The self that remembers everything, all the time,
And do I know what I wish to forget?
I am the self that aches to forget, that prays to come into some knowledge or quote
Some new niche some new shoes some new food
Some girls do not like me and I am the girl that wants to understand everybody
I am the student who walks the teacher home
I am the socks that do not fit my feet right and I am the
Words that sink back down my throat at night
I am waterfalls, falling down is my forte
I hold you in my hands and I pray not to let you fall through the cracks
Like sands
I hold you in my hands and I have something to pray for
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I’ve been reading a lot of poetry lately. I’ve been needing all of the beautiful words.
1. Jessica Q. Stark -Hungry Poem with Laughter coming from an Unknown Source
2. Ada Limón- Bright Dead Things
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Scars
I felt compacted, suppressed. All of my feelings were dismissed. I was crawling, weeping, screaming in private, but all they saw was someone put together, a rose instead of a weed. What they couldn't see is all the pieces were a lost puzzle that could never be put back in place. Strong, adversity, tough, I hate those words. My garden was dry, I needed to be watered, but they kept walking past me. Why should trauma have pride, my scars say wisdom but the pain whispers I'm not enough. My mindset bleeds, all of my energy has become negative black smoke. I'm suffocating, why can't I feel happiness. The sun has been gone for far too long. The anxiety keeps building more wounds, will I ever be able to smile? I'm exhausted from my melancholy path.
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You keep reminding me
of all the places
where I haven't been loved
where my body is thirsty,
like the sea sand,
ready to absorb as much as it could
each time a wave comes in.
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Me and you,
A story incomplete,
A secret half told,
Half yet to unveil.
Known faces yet strangers to one another,
A tragedy where the leads never find each other;
Call this chance or call it fate,
Because such was our story,
That even luck couldn't change.
Acquaintances who were meant to be lovers,
Ending up being just a name to each other;
But deep in my heart,
Your name will remain engraved,
Because such was our love,
That even fate couldn't erase.
Saumya Thapliyal
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