The Green-Eyed Monster

And the one with green eyes— a monster, they say— lives in me. Soft. Naive. But her claws? Oh, you should stay away.

She drinks the blood from her own veins, and you call her the monster. You're right about her. But what about the one that lives in her?

The monster who fell in love with phantom-dark brown eyes.

She is the unluckiest of all, yet luck kneels before her, begging to be hers— as if she wears a throne inside her chest, where emotions know their place.

Because the monster knows her. They live. But she lets them feast on her.

They call her a fool. Naive. But the real game? It's played by her.

And they— they are just the perfect prey.

- AzureMuse

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Leave a trace of warmth

Before your voice fades into quiet,
and silence fills the space we once shared,
leave something behind, Darling—
Not just the absence of your presence
but the radiance of your kindness,
a quiet light that will linger forever.

Let it be in the touch of your hand or
the soft press of a hug too brief.
Let your eyes whisper what words never could,
for one last time,
carrying the unspoken vow of your return,
even if it remains only in the echoes of our memories.

Not all goodbyes need to break the heart.
Sometimes, they remind us
that love doesn’t leave with the person.
It dwells in the corners of rooms,
in the spaces where we once kissed,
in places where our whispers of love once echoed.

So, leave a trace of warmth before you go, Love,
like the last notes of my favourite song;
Like sunlight filtering through the leaves,
a warmth that will remain
even as the seasons shift and fade.
Soft, gentle, and forever cherished.

When the days feel too long and weary,
and the distance feels too wide to hold,
and when my heart seeks the solace of your arms,
I will find you in the echoes of that warmth,
like a gentle reminder that love doesn’t always fade,
even when the door closes behind you.

- Kusuma

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Sometimes, I find no reason to be alive .
Is leaving mandatory?
Day after day, night after night,
I lose battle after battle against life.

Yet somewhere, someone says,
"Keep going, don’t give up."
Yes, we shouldn't give up.
We should keep going.
But for what purpose?

How is this supposed to be life?
Every time I think, "It’s getting better,"
Another problem knocks—
Uninvited, relentless, like the wind,
Leaving chaos in its wake,
Shattering me again.

I barely regain my strength
Before another round begins.
In the blink of an eye,
No time to heal, no time to breathe—
Just another sleepless night, haunted.

This is life.
Yes, our beautiful, elegant, charming life—
So hypnotizing,
A perfect blend of hurricane and nonsense.

They say life needs balance,
But where is the balance?
Are you baking a cake or something else?
Who dumped in all this salt—
Enough to gift me high blood pressure
And hypertension I never wanted?

And the sugar—gallons of it—
Enough to make us diabetic.
We’re already sweet people,
We don’t need more.

And bitterness?
Aren’t people’s words bitter enough?
Did life really have to add more?

God, what did you create?
Aren’t you tired?
How much longer must we entertain you?
At least give us a deadline.

You’re not supposed to play football with our lives.
At least don’t foul us.
But yeah… this is life.

A life where we don’t even know
How long we have to suffer.
You’re not balancing anything—
You’re just making sure we breathe.
And if we do?
You let go.
And the game starts again.

- AzureMuse

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It’s strange, isn't it?
When we were younger,
The world felt so alive,
A canvas with no borders.
We laughed without a reason,
Chased dreams without a care,
Every day felt like magic,
Like we had the world to share.

But now we’re growing older,
Caught in the rush to become,
The future feels like a question,
With no answers to come.
We thought we'd have it all figured out,
That the path would be clear,
But now it’s all a blur,
Filled with doubt and fear.

We’re standing on the edge,
Between childhood and the unknown,
Trying to hold on to what's familiar,
But we’re feeling so alone.
The world expects so much from us,
Yet we’re still learning who we are,
Juggling responsibilities,
While we’re still wishing on stars.

We want to chase our dreams,
But we’re afraid to fall,
The pressure’s building up,
And we can’t hear our hearts call.
We’re supposed to have it all,
But it feels like we're losing control,
Trying to keep up with life,
While searching for our own soul.

~ The Poetry Room

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In another my life,
I wish I could have the soul with beautiful,
genuine, grateful and also gentleman..
until i can say "I love your eyes but I love mine more,
because without mine l can't see yours."

In another my life, I wish I could
dont say not getting life I planned out
in my head is biggest my fear...
because I'm don't afraid and fear anymore,
cause I'm pretty sure I'm have
beautiful life.

- chintyamvvly

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https://t.me/kvng_uzi

Tsunami

A dark night.

I could feel it coming.
It had been oddly quiet, with gloom all over.

My soul was in distress.
I couldn't help but scream aloud—quietly and alone.

Those silent tears would help me out,
I had never thought.

The scary sounds of creeping doom.
Those monsters banging on my door.
I run to hide in a corner.

They break in, looking around for me.
I scream in pain, yet again.
But now it's all in vain.
My eyes close.

I witness the dawn.

I'm wandering in the unknown.
I'm in oblivion.
Neither do I feel joy, nor do I feel pain.

Just a strange numbness,
It embraces me tightly.
It is uncomfortably pleasant.
A smile cracks on my lips.

Those fears would make me strong,
I had never thought.

The sunrise.

The waves washed me off to the shore.
My breathing is heavy.
The Sun is shining brightly.
I now feel His warmth.

I glance at my shackles,
They are a bit rusty now.
My eyes have opened, fully.

Just a little more wait,
And I would be myself again—
In search of a new me.

Those chains would set me free,
I had never thought.

The tsunami had the key to my caged mind,
I had never thought.

We don't talk anymore, but you're the one
I still think of when life offers me moments of joy.

We don’t see each other, but you're
the star I always look for in the vast sky above.

We don’t walk the same path together, but you’re
the nest this little bird still longs to find.

We no longer share moments, but you’re
the constant my heart endlessly craves.

You no longer sing for me, but
your melody lingers in every passing breeze.

You don’t wipe my tears anymore, but
they’ve all dried in the weight of your despair.

I can no longer feel your warmth, but you’re
the raindrop the desert desperately longs.

I don’t hear your name often, but
my heart calls it out on every dark and lonely night.

We’ve become strangers now, but
I wish you were a stranger I‘d never met.

~Kusuma

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THROUGH THE WINDOW

Through the window,
I see them roam,
Through the window,
I feel alone.

Through the window,
I see the world move,
Through the window,
I wish I could too.

Through the window,
Laughter feels distant,
Through the window,
My bed and this window, a resistance.

Through the window,
I see them lock eye contact,
Through the window,
I feel intact.

Through the window,
I see the evening sky turning red,
Through the window,
I am being swallowed by the bed.

Through the window,
I see the night,
Through the window,
Darkness devours the light.

Through the window,
I see day turn into night,
Through the window,
I hope my world turns bright.

Through the window,
I see the burns of summer outside,
Through the window,
I shiver, surrendering to the cold inside.

Through the window,
I hear the echoes of voices of the route.
Through the window,
The loudest scream was mute.

Through the window,
I scream and I scream,
Through the window,
I question whether it's reality or a melatonin dream.

Through the window,
The rose unveiled itself,
Through the window,
The sun blessed the realm.

Through the window
I see the streets busy,
Through the window,
Even the window is getting hazy.

Through the window,
I see them being loud,
Through the window,
I am crying myself out.

Through the window,
A city full of hope and light,
Through the window,
I wish I could borrow more time.

Through the window,
I count my breath,
Through the window,
I wait for my death.

Through the window,
It was me suffering bitter death,
Through the window,
It was me caged, feeling intact.

Through the window,
It was me penning down his last sighs,
Through the window,
I wish I had more time, I wish things could turnaround for the right.

Through the window,
It was me who heard them talk about my incoming end,
Through the window,
It was me who was meant to be dead.

Through the window,
It was meant to be,
Through the window,
I wasn't meant to last.

Through the window,
I scream,
Through the window,
I dream.

Through the window,
I wish to gaze for one more time,
Through the window,
I wish to make one more line rhyme.

Through the window,
I lived,
Through the window,
I died.

Through the window,
I wish I had longer,
Through the window,
I still long for her.

Through the window,
I wanna bid farewell to my friends,
Through the window,
I wanna eat from my mom's hands.

Through the window,
I wish to hit my sibling in his head,
Through the window,
I don't wanna end up dead.

Through the window,
I want to grab this pen again,
Through the window,
I want to cease the pain.

Through the window,
I crave to be heard,
Through the window,
Even the page full of my words, paper cuts.

~ShyFi

❤️@heartzzss❤️

You're my secret.
I kept you too close to my heart,
a throne I still adore—
but my left side is bleeding.
The more I bleed, the tighter I cling.

I'm afraid.
What if someone finds out?
What if someone steals this secret from me?
Even the throne won’t keep it safe then.
How could I ever let it go?

My fingers bruise,
my heart turns purple,
trying to hold it too close.
I bleed raw.

My ribs are rusting,
my blood no longer blood—
acid water, dissolving my strength.
My mind wavers,
but my soul grips tight,
unyielding, determined.

This secret is mine.
And I will keep it.

- AzureMuse

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How I wish I were
a bird, admiring you from the quiet of the tree's shade;
a butterfly, fluttering around your precious presence;
the blossom graced by your tender touch every single day;
the moon you talk to under the starry sky each night;
the tree you seek solace in when your heart aches;
the serene beach waters that bring calm to your spirit;
the mirror that gets to admire your radiant reflection;
the song that lingers in your mind, playing on a constant loop;
the rainbow you marvel at, amazed by its colors;
the raindrop sliding down the window, captivating you for hours;
the earthy petrichor that awakens a new sense of joy in you;
the sunlight of dawn that envelops you in a tender embrace;
the person worthy of every ounce of your priceless love.

~Kusuma

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Drift

Sober we stay
on drunken nights.

Split the dark into two
with car headlights.

Not a word spoken
in our silent fights.

Are draped in glitter,
these hollow delights.

Laughter all around,
but none of it ours.

Drowning in the tune,
counting afterhours.

We sip on the night,
but never the wine.

Numb to the touch,
yet craving a sign.

Haze then blurs out
our weary sights.

But sober we stay,
on drunken nights.

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The Sweet Manipulator

She knows how to weave her words into the souls of others, as if they were carved just for them. A whisper of sweetness, laced with poison—a sickness disguised as a cure. She is a contradiction, her voice soft with praise while her fingers dig into your chest, just to see how you break.

Her obsession is beyond understanding.

When your gaze meets hers, she is a fairy tale—enchanting, dazzling, irresistible. But once you truly know her, your soul will leave you behind, and only your hollow body will remain, a witness to the inhuman nature she hides beneath that magnificent smile. A smile so alluring, so radiant—an invitation to death.

If you still wish to be hers, then you are the greatest fool. Do not deceive yourself.

Her mind predicts your every move, while you remain blind, fixated on the color of her dress. Her shadow is nothing but a concept; do not chase it as if it were the warmth of the sun. You would do better to ignore her entirely—because she does not walk with rainbows. She walks with death.

Her soul is darker than the void itself, and yet you ask for her love.

It’s a game. Do not try to play.
Because in the end, you will not be the player—you will be played.

She already knows you.

- AzureMuse

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The rain yesterday tried to convey something,
perhaps a goodbye,
The thunder wasn't loud enough to scare but loud enough to wake me up.

So I got up from my bed and walked to the front door lazily, only to hold back my actions,
it was still dark outside,
but the pitter patter appeared to be sweet and captivating,
the sound of rain pouring on the roof seemed soothing and calming,
ergo I let go of the thought and opened the door,
the clouds looked like a swollen eye, etched on a gloomy face,
the drops felt cold against my warm skin, like they were waiting for someone to embrace them,
eventually the voice faded, leaving a clear black sky, as if telling you to see you soon.

Perhaps, it was a goodbye...

#rain
#life
#goodbye

- D's diary

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The world drifts into slumber, and
I lie awake, restless on the bed
while I wait for that one phone call,
just like every other day.
The fatigue of the day lingers, yet
I wait for the night to share it all with him
and to hear his stories unfold.
The night passes in a blur
and our words seem to stretch beyond time.
We fall asleep to the rhythm of our breaths,
eagerly awaiting the next night’s embrace,
for another heartfelt conversation;
another kiss whispered through the phone.

A buzz, a glow, and I’m back—
pulled into the present by my phone’s light.
My heart flutters at the flash of his name
My eyes light up as our picture fills the screen
My hands wait no more, snatching it up, in excitement.

‘We need to talk’, he says,
his words simple, but heavy.
The curve of my lips vanishes,
falling flat with the weight of it.
My fingers clutch the phone tighter,
desperate for something to hold onto.
My heart lurches, as anticipation fills the air.
‘Of course’, I hear myself mutter,
trying to keep my voice steady.

‘I don’t think this is working out.
This long distance is taking its toll.
I thought we were stronger than this,
but I’m sorry—I can’t do this anymore.’
he blurts out, and I freeze,
my mind struggling to catch up.
My throat goes dry, and the air suddenly becomes thick,
as if I can’t breathe anymore;
The words caught somewhere between my chest and my lips;
my eyes blur with tears, and my fingers tremble, losing their grip.
My back slams against the wall as I feel my balance slipping away.

‘Are you there?’, he asks and I hang up without a word.
Indeed, I am, this night longer than expected.
No conversations, just the haunting wails.
I fall back on the bed, letting the weight of the moment take over;
my pillow damp with the quiet tears.
‘Where did I falter?’ my heart demands.
I dig deep for answers, for I have the whole night.
While the world drifts into slumber, and
I lie awake, restless on the bed.

~Kusuma

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Rust

My lips murmur a song
you often used to sing.
On my freshly shaved cheeks,
I let the alum stick sting.

A familiar stranger in the mirror
looks a few years younger,
recalling the merry times
when he, in his arms, swung her.

The lyrics advance to the bridge—
I'm happy I still remember the tone.
The echoes fill up the bathroom;
they never let me feel alone.

Steel of the blade bears drops
of both blood and water—
tough choices, a tug of war
between life and slaughter.

It chains me tighter than before,
the very thought of being freed.
As I dab the cuts with a smile,
I let my poor heart bleed.

Under the moon’s soft gaze, our words lingered in the night;
Fingers woven; gentle pecks shared in every breath.
His shoulder cradled my head, and I stayed there, not wishing to stir.
My gaze locked with his, taking him in completely.
Oh, the passionate kiss, claiming him to be mine;
Wrapped in his embrace, my heart settled.
Everything fell into place, and for once, it felt flawless.
He completed me, like the last piece in a perfect puzzle,
the boundless horizon, where the sky and earth unite,
the sunflower that dazzles when bathed in sunlight,
a bright star standing out in the endless night,
the light that banished the shadows, painting the night in brilliance
the flawless rhythm to my imperfect sway.
He was meant to be my forever, written in the stars.
But-
Little did I know even the most perfect things could fade.
Our hearts broke apart, slowly,
for it was never meant to be.
I stand still, a hopeless romantic,
my eyes brimming with unshed tears.
We hold on tightly, the finality of this being our last hug sinking in;
We kiss through our tears, each one a silent goodbye.
Our eyes lock, memories spilling over like a waterfall,
to the dream of forever that once seemed so perfect.
I retreat, each step slower, refusing to look back,
leaving behind the one who’s no longer mine.
My heart aches, heavy with the weight of its broken pieces;
I hold nothing but the void, seeping into every crack of my soul.
It dawns on me—he was never meant to be my whole, just a part of it.
A perfect chapter, but not the full story I was meant to write;
A chapter where days felt eternal, and nights were but whispers.
Where nothing else mattered but the conversations we shared.
In a moment where I’d wait forever, simply for his tender touch,
where the mere whisper of his name would bring my soul back to life.
I’m now terrified of the silence that comes with being by myself.
For my mind replays the moments we shared,
each one a bittersweet memory etched deep within,
like the clips of a cherished movie,
like the fragments of a beloved song,
stuck in a timeless loop, over and over again.
How do I mend you, Oh, Dear heart?
Let’s cry it out until we run out of tears.

-Kusuma

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The Oracle's Child

I was thirteen when he vanished,
but ghosts are never truly gone.
They linger in the walls,
curl beneath the tongue,
drip like wax into the hollow of my chest.

He was an oracle, or so he claimed,
his voice a serpent winding through my ribs.
"Mark my words," he said,
"Your mind will turn against you,
and long before forty,
you will kneel before white-robed priests,
offering your name like a broken hymn."

Eighteen came with hands of iron,
pressed me beneath sterile lights,
fed me small, colorless constellations
not prayers, not miracles,
but offerings to keep the darkness at bay.

He is dust now, scattered far from my door,
but I still wake to the weight of his prophecy,
feel it settle in my bones like winter frost.
At night, I listen to the hush between my heartbeats,
hear his voice in the silence, saying, "See?"

I am nearly twenty,
but time has not loosened his grip.
I carry his words as one carries a scar,
a script written in blood,
a fate he spoke,
and I, unwilling, fulfilled.

- lunemournchild

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I was sick,
With those temporary drugs, I felt alright,
With that fine page and a sleek pen, aligned.
Such a good remedy yet a temporary medicine.

And then comes the plot twist,
Marking the end of my sins
As if you are yourself, the Ganges,
With all your erasing ways.

It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Those eyes,
Beholding my unmasked sights,
Beholding my blacks and no whites.
White,
As fair as the pages I adore,
As straightforward as my metaphors,
As open as your doors,
As straight as parallels drawn.
Parallels,
Parallels drawn between you and me,
In synergy, on par with each other,
Somewhere unknown, lost and farther.
Parallels aren't meant to meet,
Yet makes this poor heart skip beats.
Beats,
Sometimes I was offbeat,
But you were the melody,
Saving me,
Yet again and again,
Somewhere written in stars beyond skies and space.
Space,
In search of personal space,
I saw you fade away in the haze,
Somewhere handcuffed with those chains.
Chains,
Chains that kept you tied in summers and rains,
In plateaus and plains,
In winters and springs,
Leaving marks on your hands,
With time being lost in the tick of the clock hands.

The way we blended,
They say a good performance should remain unextended,
The way you stayed,
They say even the moon turns red.

You revered the orb,
Orb chasing you and me,
Orb checking on at crucial times,
A selenophile,
You kept emphasising how it makes the darkest night shine,
I kept pointing out Ebon nights,
You kept elaborating on its light,
I kept arguing how it's not her own divine light.

How it borrows from the sun,
and is a mere macro satellite.

Though I love how those floating specters,
Keeping wandering so effortlessly, so freely,
Alone yet congruous,
Kindred yet idiosyncratic.
Just like those eyes,
Just like my beloved pearls floating every night,
Just like those white lies,
Just like how being left out was the only way out, right?

It's been quite long since I got lost in those eyes,
Eyes, eyes which made this dead soul alive,
Eyes, eyes which made this cheap single page into something without price,
Eyes, eyes that changed hell into paradise,
Eyes, eyes which made this insomniac work clockwise,
Eyes, eyes which made this "batman" and those nights sacrifice.
With no ifs and Why's,
I was on my way to survive,
But those two silent sonnets  from heaven made me alive.

It's been quite long,
quite long  since I told you those silly lies,
quite long since we practised those high-fies,
quite long since we wandered in the city during lonely nights,
quite long since you had flash on me and I said I hate lights,
quite long since we lost those wishing flights,
quite long since we flee that wishing kites.
I miss those times,
And
I am sure you miss those times too.
Moreover,
I miss you,
Day and night,
In dark and light,
In solace and delight,
In flashback and foresight,
And I feel you,
And I feel closer,
When I write...

When I pick up the pen,
It's for you,
When I bleed it on the page,
It's to you.

From my side,
To your side,
Afterall.....
Afterall.......
Graves don't reply......


~ ShyFi

❤️@heartzzss❤️

"I'm her next prey; she's my predator. Another night, another visit from her, and I'm consumed by paranoia. What if this time she takes me to her eerie villa and cages me within its cold walls? Abandoned by my own shadow on a moonless night, a trigger warning arises within me: Should I run?

But what if she cages me again? What if this time she feeds on my flesh and breaks every bone? Her appearance can stop anyone's heartbeat. Her white, pale body crawls with maggots, making my intestines churn. Her flesh lurks, blood dripping from her head. Her ebony tresses are tangled with mud and maggots.

The sight makes me ill; I'm dying. Her appearance alone makes death seem better than living with her. Lost in thought, I suddenly feel someone defenestrating me from a black shroud. I writhe in pain, struggling beneath her as she stabs me with her long, muddy nails.

A query arises in my mind: Is this my end? She leaves lacerations, and I know it's my demise. But at what cost? I'd rather choose death as my soul-soothing escape than live with her."

- AzureMuse

❤️@heartzzss❤️

A Tale Of Love

My eyes ran into you, dazed-
Your golden eyes, they shine like an onyx
Under the twilight hours.
Every time I saw you smiling,
I feel it, your warmth, your gaze.
I couldn't help but fall, for every bit of you.
You were all about sunshine and hay.
Nowhere mere, nowhere meek.
I prayed every year, our love ripens,
Not wane.

I woke up in the middle of the night.
The dark dark moonless night
Fills my heart with parallel dread.
It seemed the end was near.
Uncertainty threatening to spill
All over and cause havoc-
I breathe in anxiety, bland,
My lungs are filled with ache.
I refuse to believe that you are
Bygone...but I can't change it.
Terrified I screamed but my cries
Were coated. Chaos in my head is
Unbearable. Rage cascaded down
Into my insipid bone marrow.

Death is truly cruel.
Tranquility turned to apocalypse,
No spring would come again.
I still tremble, without you by my side.
Please come back home, to me,
Come back love!

The bad days-
I take sleeping pills.
A part of me is bound to you,
I still pine for you. I have had enough,
I have lived enough-
I am sitting at the very same place,
Where we used to come together,
Awaiting the dead end, as I am
Hoping to see you soon.
I will keep loving you, not only
In this universe, but in every
Existing one and beyond.

~Mishti❣️

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@zyco_a

In case you ever want to be loved,
know that you already are!

By the single strand of your hair,
By the night's lonely despair,
By the arms that wish to hold you,
By the voice that always scolds you,

You are even loved by the one you hate,
By someone's enemy, by your mate,
You'd be happy, but you are blind to see,
Only if you knew, you are loved by me!

#you
#love
#us

- D's diary

❤️@heartzzss❤️

It's Shy,
Quite mechalonic, boy.

They call me heartbroken,
They call me drunk,
They call me unspoken.

Is it my fault?
Is it truly my fault?
Yeah, your mischievous expenses I couldn't afford,
Though I was always there with my support.

They call me dev- das,
All I have is wine in a glass,
And the memories,
I never saw it coming,
Even in my wildest dreams,
It wasn't going to be easy.

Only if I knew,
I would not have wasted falling stars on fleeting dreams,
Only if I knew,
I would not have claimed your 11:11 wishes as mine.

I,
I was a shadow,
A shadow,
A shadow that followed your every step.
A shadow,
A shadow lingering in your heart's depth.

I,
I was a mirror,
A mirror,
A mirror throwing a clear reflection,
A mirror,
A mirror that showcased pure affection.

I,
I was a rose,
A rose,
Rose that was decorated in your hairs with pride,
A rose,
Rose that now is kept in your diary, which you hide.

Heartbroken,
Heart a glass, a mirror,
It caught up a crack and got a bit broken,
Its frame is quite old
It's designed quite bold,
A thousand days of the glare of yours is what it holds.
However, it still shows your face with pride,
Still she acts as if it's a mansion where bloody mary resides.
In fact, the mirror was never,
Shaken.

Drunk,
Shadow a partner, a companion,
It disappears when you enter the dark, you say?
Well, baby,
That's the difference between you and me,
It doesn't get lost in the dark,
Instead it plays its part,
It doesn't surrender in the dark,
Shadow embraces the dark to rescue you from getting lost,
Yet you keep mentioning,
It's disappearance in the dark,
And it's appearance in the bright.
In fact the shadow never,
Shrunk.

Unspoken,
Rose a love, a beauty,
Yet you call it unheard,
Each petal is a word told,
You keep pointing towards the thorns,
Meanwhile, they are there to make it solely yours,
To make it your very own rose,
You say the throne cut,
It is rather a mark,
A mark of love.

I,
I was a mirror,
I,
I was a shadow,
I,
I was a rose.

A mirror you chose to shatter,
With all the strength we shared, gathered.
A shadow you chose to leave behind,
With all the routes and roadmaps we walked together in your mind.
A rose you chose to throw away,
With its Petal once you adored left in dismay.

~ShyFi

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The joker__

"I'm a joker who always seeks love, not more, not less, just enough to make me feel alive again. But I'm no saint; instead of love, I drink a portion of venom because it tastes divine and makes me feel lost in my mind. Every inch of my skin craves more, but I cut myself without shedding a tear; even my blood has coagulated because I won't let my desires escape.

I'm a joker with a twisted mindset; instead of making others smile, I enjoy making them suffer at every stage of their life, forcing them to seek permission for each breath. I'm the master of my own life, playing the roles of both victim and culprit, hiding my true self from the world. What if they discover how to free themselves from my grasp?

I'm a sick, crazy species of human; understanding me isn't easy. My thoughts and words are contradictory, and predicting my next step could lead you to your own cold grave. Just be another pawn in my game, for I'm the joker of my own life and yours. I hold the power to make you feel miserable and vulnerable, even in your happiest memories.

Yeah, I'm a monster, but don't forget that you're all responsible for creating me. I'm counting your sins, and when they cease, I'll make sure to take your last breath too. I'm a joker who haunts the ghosts within others at midnight."

- AzureMuse

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