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Marwa Arbani Poem
A silver spoon or a knife
They are both made out of metal
One showed strife
The other one disguise as a skettle
The edges are sharp, the wounds are real
But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable
“I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear
It got me doing the unthinkable
I would rather feel delusional
Appreciating cracked moments
Than turning Emotional
Waiting for love from the ones that see it optional
Maybe the touch of knifes make me sore
But deep inside, we're wanting more
A touch, a word, a glimpse of grace
A fleeting moment, a soft embrace.
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The day I saw you
I felt alive
I was so aigris
Now no more despise
I really liked you but
I was scared of surprises
So I shut my mouth
And loved you from sunrises
The day we spoke
I felt screaming butterflies
The day I saw you
I know we were born for each other’s arms
I unlocked another soul
Singing and crying out of love, no despise
Here I am writing after a while
Now everything is gone
Didn’t get to walk down that aisle
Reality shot me with a gun
Away from each other by miles
At least we had a lot of fun
With you i used to fake a smile
Now i feel free cheers to day one
Another start another life
Another chance another style
Another me so goodbye.
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Too skinny, too fat that's all i keep hearing
Those insults are like a thrifted piece of furniture
As much as you want to cover them with paint
The original painting keeps appearing
Maybe words do hurt and are tearing
Maybe spend your time on thinking about
About something more pioneering
Being nice isn't as complicated as engineering
Maybe be, to people’s lives, less adhering.
Maybe be God fearing
Too skinny, too fat that's all i keep hearing
Maybe words do hurt and are tearing
If you can’t be a decent human being.
Consider disappearing.
Or apologising and volunteering
To make this world worth living.
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Heart, river, shiver, cold, masticate, wicked.
Laying by the river
Staring at my reflexion so I don’t cry
My heart is shivering mid July
Why would I wait for an apology
Maybe I should move on shouldn’t I
I still wear your jacket that you gave me
In the cold weather, I didn’t get to say goodbye.
But I forgive you, at least now you are happy.
Oh boy fly high
When I look at the sky I see you in the clouds
Rest in peace, I might join you soon. I can’t lie.
Those wicked acts won over you.
“Only if things would of been different” as I sigh
I will try to masticate all of this
It's getting dark, so I pull up a cigarette.
I walk away as I try to fry.
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I was really drawn to you
I thank God for the day you were born
So I can really see you
And I am sure that one day id move on
But it's hard for to be gone
You left my heart torn
Days and days I would yawn
Because I didn't get enough enough sleep
I was there getting ready, for me to feel seen
But then I go home
Feeling disappointed because you didn't care about me
I can't see myself marrying you
But if u get married I'd leave earth and be gone
Straight up jump from a zawn
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Losing a friend sucks
Losing hope in your crush sucks
Waiting for people to change sucks
Finding out you comfort hoodie in dirty sucks
If I keep going I’d cry and that sucks
So let me change one letter
And turn the word into bucks
Or let me put my headphones on
And go watch some ducks
As I am back I am happy to see
A standing ice cream truck
One letter or two are changed
The meaning and the tone changed too
How did I go from sad to happy
I have no clue
Stop sticking to negativity like a glue
Go enjoy life and leave the queue
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As long as I breathe, there's hope in the sky,
Dreams yet to chase, and wings yet to fly.
No mountain too high, no night too long
As long as I'm living, I’m fierce, I’m strong.
Mistakes may come, and storms may stay,
But I have tomorrow to find my way.
As long as I rise, as long as I try
Anything’s possible under this sky.
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They see me stand, but not too tall,
They think I’m small, too shy to call.
They don’t know the fire I keep,
The dreams that wake me from my sleep.
I’m more than whispers in the crowd,
More than a voice that’s not too loud.
They don’t see the road I’ll pave,
Or how I’ll rise, unshaken, brave.
They see the surface, don’t look deep,
But I’m a storm that won’t be steeped.
Underestimated, I stand and rise,
Beyond their gaze, beyond their eyes.
One day they’ll see, one day they’ll know,
I’ve always been ready to grow.
So let them doubt, let them ignore,
I’m destined to open every door.
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I look in the mirror, but don’t recognize,
The person I see, with unfamiliar eyes.
I want to shed the skin I wore,
Leave behind the past, forevermore.
The echoes of who I used to be,
Feel distant now, they don’t belong to me.
I crave the change, the clean slate,
To leave behind what sealed my fate.
No more the girl who once was torn,
No more the heart that felt so worn.
I’ll change my name, change my soul,
Become someone new, someone whole.
I’m ready to break, to fade away,
And find the strength to seize the day.
To leave the past in the past, unseen,
And build a future, fresh and clean.
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made out of clay to fit a mold
not always molded how we would want to be
well, most of us share the same mold
but the mold gets boring for society
we cry and laugh, our emotions are bold
suffering will not take away your integrity
walking in a straight like just how we are told
leaning away might cause anxiety
You know what they say about molds
they are kisses from you past identity
living life until we become old
however be yourself until the infinity
made out of clay to fit a mold
not always molded how we would want to be
well, most of us share the same mold
but the mold gets boring for society
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