Days just pass: dawn till morning, dusk till night.

Trick or treat? Do they ever ask?

She's standing in the hallway, tears glistening in her eyes.

She wanted to scream, but, shut her mouth so tight.

Surrounded by ambiguities, queries undefined,

She yearned for a swim but drowned, intertwined.

Silence hung heavy; she fell on her knees.

Moonlight wove a tapestry, amazingly evergreen.

He ran through the hallway to grab her,

Forgetting how he lost his grasp on her.

He begged her to speak, to scream, to weep.

She was all innocent yet started doing all three.

He hugged her so tight; she wanted to let go.

If letting go were a choice, she would've said no.

But it was a need.

How to discard oneself, though?

Is this behaviour?

A disregard, after all?

He offered her an apology, as if it were just a word,

Ignoring all the suffering she'd endured.

Tears fell from her eyes as a gushing river flows.

Am I the one who suffers and cries the most?

That's not fair; suffering's my share.

Darkness surrounded her; mist filled the air.

They plunged a spearA mine shaft, an oil wellInto the earthBut it's their greedTheir power, their hard heartsThat will face extinctionLove will have rebirth

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You are full of hope.

Like a tender wind of early spring blew across the field, it healed the land, also weathered the hill.

An unseeable crack escaped from your smile, spread by the web of time, shattering the world.

A dusking night couldn’t afford your blossom.

Wanted you to cheer, but you’re real.

Intend no longer chills, turn into a beast unknown.

Every time I think of you, every time it ambushes.

Deal with it. I know. I will.

Please forgive me if my eyes lost the light. There is another me fighting the beast in another realm.

Please forgive me if my speech lost its voice. There is another me falling the beast in another void.

A fading heart couldn’t afford your glamour.

It burnt before it descended.

It ended before it began.

Soft and white and covered in peaceShining brown and wild-branchedFull of life and leaves of greenBurning yellow like fire

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youAnd I feel all the infinite ways you love me tooYou welcome me into your arms like a motherYou plunge right into my soul like a loverYou heal me, you help me, when I am brokenI hear your words though they are not spokenYou guide me through this writhing lifeYou cut through illusion with your stone knifeYou give me comfort, you give me peaceYou give me the strength to hold every pieceI love you, I love you, I love you, I love youAnd I feel all the infinite ways you love me too

Trees like beacons, reach to the skyThey answer each time I ask them whyPlants like spirits glowing with lifeThey give me friendship when loneliness is rifeThe birds, the squirrels, the deer, moose, coyotesThe voles, the porcupines, the bears and the bumblebeesThe fish, the snakes, the salamanders and frogsThe moss, the lichen, that cover trunks and logsThe river, of course, flowing strong-souledThe streams that rush so free and so coldThe life that dances and twirls in sweet harmonyThey are the treasures I'll always hold in my memoryI cannot put into words how you made me into meI cannot put into pictures all that you made me see.

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Every morning, we have learnt this new mantra before we start the day

Either good or bad, we end it on our very own, every human feels, every human suffers

Just because one of them decided to bite, does not make the other bad

Just because one of them bites, dose not make the other bad

Just because one of them bites, dose not make the other bad

And with that, cold feet to the flood, toes curled and hands tucked away into sleeves, hair on the eyes and back hunched we make busy body

Haste to sooth Haste to sooth

We must turn to butter to sooth the way

It is alright if the body becomes a bit tattered, we are like water

Throw me in a jar and we'll warp into what so ever you would like me too

There is pleasure

Pleasure in peace

Pleasure in calm

But there is also pleasure

Pleasure in conflict

Pleasure in poking knives into backs

Would it still be pleasure if you poked knives into children?

Recently

A realization has hit us

It says  ' there is warmth, if we try to find it'

But then another 'there is only warmth, if we give up some of you.'

There is a law, you see.

A law of equivalence.

A law of exchange.

We are torn, neither are false yet neither are true

There is warmth towards the chest, it radiates on the face,  eyes squint and lips pucker into thin lines

But the back.

Oh the back is cold

It's cold

It's raw

It's unsafe

There's to much focus

Focus on the back

Focus on our back

We can't focus on the warmth

We can't focus on your warmth

Can you see us?

For we cannot see you

Please understand

We have recently learnt that one of us is naive

She's a child

She's too good

She is afraid as she cannot understand

She cannot understand why the teeth are grinded and gritted

Why stones are thrown through glass houses

Why skin on the palm of her mother's hand have become tough and rigid

Rigid.

Yes, that is who I am

Rigid yet liquid

Like Oobleck

I am afraid.

Can you help me not be?

Can you feel that pang in your chest for the girl birthed to become a mother to a house that she was told to be a child in?

We can feel it

When you look at us

The love

The pity

Can you save a piece of us in you?

Can you collect us bit by bit so if we wish to find ourselves, we will find them in you?

You, the reader.

Can you hold onto it?

Can you help us not be....

Afraid?

"Like a seed sprouts, fear shouldn't be a feeder".

DELILAH DOYLE (A.A.)

I just wrote and published chapter 21, Sc. Is set with a very broken post time travel Lead Carbon and one of his rare interactions with Selena. He feels damn guilty after he tried to alter a bad thing in the course of history and failed. The government's after him, and everything's a mess. His girlfriend was cheating on him for a study, and he'd just busted her by accident a week back. He thinks it was all his fault that they all got involved. So he pushes them away. Is so sad!!

You're more than some kind of refuge camp or a quick place to hide

you're starting to feel like home.

in fact I think you've felt like home for a while now

there have been so many times when all I wanted to do was escape.

and this is the very first time that I have a destination in mind.

​​​​​​​~ you

[Verse]

A man is the head of the home

The king sitting on his throne

A woman must do what he says

Be silent and hold down the tears

They will not make me henpecked

I shall make them show respect

[Pre-Chorus]

She must always say 'yes' or 'no'

Forget any things she used to do

No one cares about what she loves

The girl has no right to be a rebel

I am the only one to choose her life

If she should work or be a housewife

[Chorus]

Men rule this world

Women obey our word

I will never be under their control

I’d rather let the devil buy my soul

Father, husband, uncle, brother

They have always been leaders

Women cannot make decisions

Their mission is to raise children

To please men, to be obedient

And to thank them for brilliants

[Verse 2]

A man must show all his power

His voice must always be loud

A girl grows up under pressure

She obeys orders like a soldier

I was not born to be a milksop

They will not make me a mop

[Pre-Chorus]

She must always say 'yes' or 'no'

Forget any things she used to do

No one cares about what she loves

The girl has no right to be a rebel

I am the only one to choose her life

If she should work or be a housewife

[Chorus]

Men rule this world

Women obey our word

I will never be under their control

I’d rather let the devil buy my soul

Father, husband, uncle, brother

They have always been leaders

Women cannot make decisions

Their mission is to raise children

To please men, to be obedient

And to thank them for brilliants

[Bridge]

My father should’ve tamed my mother

He should’ve tamed my little brother

But she suppressed the man’s power

That woman acted like a real monster

I swear I won’t let my lady do it to me

She will not put me down on my knees

[Pre-Chorus]

They will not make me a servant

They will never turn me to dust

I am the only one to be the general

I don’t care if they call me the devil

Because…

Men rule this world

[Chorus]

Men rule this world

Women obey our word

I will never be under their control

I’d rather let the devil buy my soul

Father, husband, uncle, brother

They have always been leaders

Women cannot make decisions

Their mission is to raise children

To please men, to be obedient

And to thank them for brilliants

[Outro]

A man is the head of the home

The king sitting on his throne

A man must show all his power

His voice must always be loud

Eloquent Masquerade

They don masks of porcelain smiles,

layered thick upon flesh too pure,

a glossed veneer to shield decay.

Hypocrisy seeps from grinning maws,

slipping like venom through ivory fissures.

Cities swell, sprawling like tumors,

devouring the earth's tender breath.

Society grinds, a ceaseless wheel,

spinning on shards of fractured intent,

choices severed from spirit,

bound to the gods of gold and glimmer.

Appearance reigns,

currency calls,

and humanity fades,

a silhouette

of what once thrived.

"The hardest battles are fought in silence where the greatest enemies are our own fears."

Aromatic Flame

Her form, delicate yet profound,

exuding a heady allure.

She captivates with vivid hues

and a touch that lingers.

A spark ignites restless thoughts,

driving musings, dialogue, and creation.

Our exchanges, mere glimpses

of a pursuit for freedom,

a reach for individuality.

Yet, her embrace holds me longer,

a magnet to my time and mind.

In her presence,

I draw her essence deep

until the air grows heavy with her spirit.