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the snow
undissolved
amid my heart
wanders eternal
as does my avidity
its difficult to accept
“to move on to forget”
six feet yet unreachable
how will this feeling melt
my everything lost tomorrow
‘we’ wander, separate, absent
as I hang by the blistering icicle
I want to accept but never forget
will a 'farewell' do me as to liberty
my tears frozen yet sentiments warm
let our memories perpetual we coexist
as you’l love in summer and I will in winter
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Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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Implant within me a seed monthly, though the pulverization derides me. Let it conjure hope and solace to shatter my reality as venomous weeds entwine it, sickening me as I lay still in the liquid birthed from my own fruit. Implant within me a seed; let the feral roots ensnare it, suffocating my every breath and cell until it ruptures--obliterated within my frail and aching tree. It be destined to return but stripped of the avant-garde its predecessor once possessed. Implant within me a seed; it’ll part for months, leaving my psych mangled as blood seeps through trypophobic perforations crafted solely by its hand. The seed, thriving as I decay, renders its final blow the day we die. Implant within me a seed; force it into a sanctum where it does not belong, and let fate, warped and distorted, contort my marred soul. That which I once refused to acknowledge shall now delude my senses, forcing me to reach for those who feel not love but only pity for my aberrant roots. Implant within me a seed; let me perish within its absence, yet perpetually suffer under its presence. Wound me with my own creation.
Your end creates you
It will return to rip you
Plant it, watch it die
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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Betwixt our deceptive connection
Lies told, to always end in
I’ll never have a profound perspective
As my skepticism results in your grin
When our paths crossed
Like two sailboats in a panoramic sea
I believed you were mannerly
Though, sprouted unexpectedly was your immorality
My standpoint was already set
My conception was that you’d abet
To all the curves, bumps, and facets of me
Though you’d never devote to me
You’d only break me to debris
Every word transmitted from your “soul”
Carried no true sentimental worth
Yet I believed you, over my mind you had control
Desiring for your concealed lies to rebirth
Lies and gas-lighting were brought upon me
Despite your affectionate expressions
I thought truth be told, that I was free
But I’m now trapped under your early impressions
Doubting and doubting your false affection
Perhaps you don’t know how to express emotion?
But deep inside, I know that’s untrue
That I’m just someone to be used, at least to you
Though acceptance is quite challenging for me
I’m unsure of why I still trust you
As you treat me like nobody
Though these lies will forever pursue.
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2024
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“A fight of voice exceeds one of fists.”
Bludgeoned, broken, cast away,
Time devours, your name decay,
Ascend beyond the gilded throne,
Unsung, unrested, still overthrown.
Happy Women's History Month!
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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I yearn for not but your devotion true
A sacred bond you must uphold
You breathed me in the breath I drew
Yet love runs from you faint and cold
Have I transgressed? I toil in vain,
Yet still, you shun my desperate plea.
Affection spurned, a heart in pain,
Forsaken in this MISERY.
Hey, sire, would you ever love?
“I do not, I do not care.”
Can you take me seriously?
“You’re young and stupid.”
Not a day by without the wonder
Of the lack of sentiment you bring
Reflection, though not a blunder
So in your fault I now can sing.
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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Snowing-- a hiemal, deathly air
Their frigid, frostbitten fingers hold nothing
Uncomfortable silence washes over all there
A petalless, thorny rose someone is clutching
Her corpse, defunct, stiff yet motionless
Skin, once warm brown, now ghastly
Her grinning face, now emotionless
They thought she would die lastly
Life has limits, death endures eternity
From her loss, not a single tear was shed
She, a daughter, never within confraternity
No one ever cared to hear the words she said
So she lay, her arms crossed against her chest
No flowers were dropped upon her frail body
Instead, the thorny rose stabs her breast
Unhuggable cacti she could embody
On her prickly torso, blood streams
No one shall wipe liquid and spikes off
No one shall pay respect, it now seems
They simply do not really care; they scoff
So there she’ll lay, unloved and disrespected
With not blooms and gold, but many a thorn
Only snow showers her, quite expected--
That no one would dare to mourn.
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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Betwixt the pulse of our heartbeat
Simply present, head-heart linking
Dwelling in time stretched blissful peace
Awareness becomes unblinking
Till your fatal entry
My heart leaps with indignation
You ask through penchant, profound plea
Of my being; you’re quite brazen
Rewrite the irate of my aggravated heart
For to love you is to part with my conceit
And as for my esteem, I’m going to depart
My sense of self depletes
Terminating sentiment from my trembling frame
The connection amidst us, so revolting
But I can’t stop, the tale is the same
Therefore I bid farewell to my sanity, a new relation is molding
So I accept, our hearts coalescing
Mine beats like drums, so invigorating
It’s held to be self evident that words won’t suffice
The thrill exhilarating as our hands intertwine
You’re beginning to damage me
Remaining nonchalant, I turn a blind eye
I ignore the pain accelerating through my body
Though it’s starting to shriek and cry
I now comprehend the circumstances I’ve been thrown in
The urgency to abscond, it’s right
Attempting and attempting to break of this connection
Though I’m trapped in this, the solution will forever remain unidentified
My gaze shifts towards your face, despair coursing through me
You’re aware of your actions, your ego you know of
But in the blink of an eye, fate hits; you drop me into the sea
My blood spills everywhere, as I remember; I forgot how to love.
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2024
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From today onwards, I have the right to write my own life
I don’t want my future to be shaped by the opinions of others anymore
I will reject anything I don’t want
and I refuse to be gaslit as I have been before
I hate prejudice and injustice
and refuse to sacrifice my needs for others
who wouldn’t give anything in return
I have the right to be happy
I have the right to get what I want
I have the right to make the people I love happy
and I will pursue this mindset forever
In my life, I am the director
the main actor
and from now on, the scriptwriter
I won’t let others change my fate, I will be me, and I will be free!
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2024
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[Perhaps this is apart of my twisted delusions? Oh, mundane, antithetical, to dream of a median--a deranged, psychotic thought.]
[“I ponder the chains of order; perpetually asphyxiating a ‘disobedience’. Why, why we need of persecuting the good?”]
[Malice subsumes those who yet to temper, and sorrow enshrouds those refined. Crux, crux, I call to, whom ignore my solemn cries.]
[“A fate of malevolence albeit conduct--oh, love, abhor, equity seldom be attained.“]
[Is it merely viable?]
[“Or am I just simply insensate?”]
[Ah, break me free of the binding chains-- one of rectitude, the other loathe, as if there’s no point in between.]
[“Told of finding peace, tempted to defile, disequilibrium.”]
[Why serenity remain beyond touch?]
[“Is it plausible to grasp?”]
A fate of dystopia.
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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“She seemed happy. I didn’t overthink the fact that she didn’t sleep well, wasn’t exactly open, and would always say yes to me; I thought it was anxiety from being in a relationship. I, too, experienced something similar; it was just a part of being a teenager for me. I was such an idiot. I wish I thought about her more.
There was a day when I had a biology presentation; my phone received a message from her, but I was too stressed and knew she’d understand if I didn’t check my phone. I eventually finished, deciding to check her message before going to sleep; I’m in the hospital, I love you, it said. I felt my perceptions shatter as I picked myself up and ran to the hospital. I didn’t know what room she was in, but demanded to see her. Her nurse explained to me that she had been assaulted by her mother. I felt a wave of relief knowing this injury wasn’t fatal as my heart suddenly shattered– the nurse told me she had leukemia. That her body was too weak to survive.
Those wrestling practices she told me about? They were a lie. A mere compensation for abuse. When she said she would always stay 17? She knew she would die. She just didn’t want to hurt me. I cursed myself as I broke open the hospital door. There she was; strapped to several IVS, pale but bruised, a breathing mask over her face. It wasn’t fair; with leukemia, she was already living with death. She was never meant to leave this way.
I felt so much hate towards myself, I didn’t think to blame her parents for years after her death. I felt as if I could have prevented it; but that wasn’t my job. It was her parents’ job to protect her, and they didn’t. Instead, they hurt her, and it was years of grief and emotional turmoil I experienced until the acceptance that— her parents were the villians. It wasn’t my job to help her survive, it was theirs, and such a failure compensated for their deaths. In fact, I’m glad they died.
Though through my sorrow, I shoved past the doctors and ran up to her. Her hand was in mine, though it was too late; I could see that her skin had lost color. My throat welled up as I felt our worlds cracking. Reality awakened me; there was a sandy texture in her hands. As I looked down, I saw a crumpled up piece of paper— it wrote:
I will always be with you.”
Copyright © Reya Suri | Year Posted 2025
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