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real

favourite thing in the world is when the pages of a book go all soft and yellowy and the edges are slightly fuzzy and rounded. these books couldn’t give you a papercut if you tried they’ve been loved too much. they love you too much

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If it was possible to like work part time and afford a place on your own anywhere it would change everything like the lives that would flourish the art that would be getting made the ideas and love and beauty that would be expressed it would change the world and they don’t want that…. They do not want that at all

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i got this one professor in my environmental law class, he takes no political sides, he shit talked everybody with no exceptions, he has no filter, he wishes death on corrupt officials who exploit the environment, we just hear him shit talked in every class we ever done and I learned more about the exploitation of law and environment in my country from him than I will from any other lecturer, he a real G and I liked him for that.

also there are no exams.

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Thief.

the boy never really felt love before

before he even feel it, someone stomp the love right in front of him

he's now terrified and furthermore

his heart now wonders the world without aim

the boy became a teenager, now he's confused

feelings are conflicting in his heart like wet cement being mix

his heart came to a stone-like, seems to have never been used

he search everywhere for the person to become his fix

seems that person didn't even exist,

the teenager now reach adulthood, he seems to forget about his stone heart because of the live he lead

every night he come home from his job, just to stare at the stars that seems to have never moved

when it rains, he stare at his bedroom ceiling at night with no thought in his head

hoping he quickly fall asleep in his loneliness and never wake up,

but he always wakes up

bringing his stone heart also

hoping somebody would break the stone

and steal the heart inside.

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Wreckage

wreck upon wreck under the shining star

the little kid doesn't get far, his body got tattooed with battle scars

under the raining bomb, the night were cold

the little kid burning desires to lives, slowly turns to mold

people living scraping food crumbs, day by day

the difference between classes among people were night and day

everyone at the top doesn't care

while the bottom tier drowning in fear, some called it a nightmare

that's just how the world works though,

mother earth doesn't care how fucked up this timeline goes

her cousin, death, always on the clock

death shift would never end, until doomsday comes to this forsaken rock

despite all of this, we humans are still blinded

by the sight of the waves, the scenery, and the beautiful graves

waiting for ourselves to be underground with mother earth

rotting away, wondering the reason of our birth

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I'd love to stroll along with the cold wind 🤤

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tremble

how do you make a poetry that makes you feel happy anyway?

the one that makes your feelings starts jumping away

the one that felt like a warm breeze on the highway

the one that sounds like the ripple of the river on the middle of a summer day

because in the end,

sadness is just a corpse of happiness that had been stomp

then there's blood that forcedly sacrifices out of the happiness, there's where the tears are from

depression is the corpse decaying caused by neglect

the paradox that terrorize depression always comes sprinting with bulldozing impact

a coward i must say,

he always turned his face away from the problems

trying to run away, he doesn't realize the cycle has controlled him like an asylum

his heart is still stuck within the ocean of emotions

waiting for a tsunami that'll washed away the hurt caused by the lonesome

so who's at fault, really?

himself doesn't even know what makes the sadness roaming freely

"maybe it caused by the trauma he endured", "maybe because he's lonely?"

his hands still tremble at the sight of a challenge

nobody sees it, but he crumbles, wishing himself this instant to be shot out of a fucking cannon.

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half past ten

these unreal interaction starts making sense

when the heart introduced to ache it becomes colder

i always question what is the purpose of we met

now i surely know how does a raging heart be quiet

crawling among these hills, interpret

the cold breeze on my shoulders jumping apart

trying to forget, but the person's didn't even let

burying all the dreams before it even starts

how funny fate could be

cruel cruel cruel cruel

dancing among the stars however she wanna be

cruel cruel cruel cruel

digging her own grave with her bare hands

the clock says it's half past ten

her nails breaking apart, continue

whatever he's telling you doesn't have to pretend

bruises within bruises cover her hands

he's crying, looking up to fate dancing about

stopped, she's done

whenever time slips within the back route

the ocean is still calm

her rage hiding deep

death is still calm

stalking everyone who is to keep

but time

time is still nonsense

even time doesn't know what he is

even time doesn't go where he pleases.

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arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

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this is me fr

Take naps to ignore people

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I just want someone who is my escape from everybody.

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everyone leaves in the end anyway.

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it's that season where the flowers bloom

it's that season where the sun touches your room

the season where feelings blossom

without worry because the sun is among them

running, running, running

among the grass that is stunning

with you will be godly

can't find you, around this broken city.

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i sometimes get anxiety in social media that is literally ANONYMOUS, like who's gonna judge you?, another unidentified people?!?!?

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the thing with machines

nobody expected you to run smoothly

like a machine with an oiled up body

so go at your own pace

there is always the last place