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i am not ready

to surrender

my childhood

the innocence it promised

the safety

comfort

security

that came with being a kid.

but i am ready

to say goodbye

to the pain

the trauma

the endless

nights

of screaming

of marks on undeserving skin

of tears left unshed.

to bid farewell to that ugly past

sever the rope tying my neck to its hand

and be free

from the suffocating

useless

disgusting illnesses

thrust upon me.

to reform

reforge

rebirth

become a new person

a better person

a whole person.

but

once everything is said

and everything is done

when i look in the mirror,

it's

still

me.

broken and

shattered and

bruised,

but still me.

i cannot

sever

my past

any more than

i can halt

the passage of time.

that

crying little child

is

the confused pre teen

is

the overdosing fifteen-year-old

is

the tired

broken

adult.

after it all

they are all me:

confused

scared

tired.

i contain

multitudes

i am everyone i have ever been

everyone i ever will be

i am spilling

out at the edges

claiming this body

as my own

i am finally

wholly and unapologetically me

no matter what happens, i can say this with absolute certainty:

i was here.

poem title: "me." written 21 Dec 2022

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Bitter or sweet or

Hot or cold or

black or white or

any way at all.

You are my nectar

the drink of the gods

keeping me awake

against all the odds.

Poem title: "Ode to Coffee". Written 2019

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I can't stop thinking about you,

about us

and the spaces inbetween

your fingers and mine

bodies colliding,

breathing in each other's spirit,

inhaling,

breathing, in the spaces inbetween

The bus ride back from the school trip

shared learning,

it snowed a lot that night

you sat beside me on the way back

our fingers intertwined,

hidden

hands sandwiched between your leg and mine,

we hid our selves from the others.

we talked about everything

your dad, my parents

therapy

the concert

that concert, when I saw you

I'd swore to myself I was over you

That you didn't own me anymore

But one look and I crumbled

I needed you, at least, I think I did,

I wanted to need you, to want you

Does that make sense?

I'm in love with being in love

In love with feeling like I need you

In love with being needed, being wanted

I need to be needed,

need to be there with you,

Not in this inbetween, this space

breathing into the silence

I'm in love with the spaces inbetween

The spaces between your face and mine

At that concert, with our bodies squashed together

I really wanted to kiss you, then

I count the space inbetween

breathing in the inbetween

You always smelled nice

I dreamed about kissing you

Running my hand through your soft hair

Slowly counting down the spaces inbetween

Breathing them in, breathing in you

bodies colliding, morphing, merging

becoming one

I miss you

And the spaces inbetween

you don't answer my texts anymore

I hate it

I hate that I need you, or feel like I do

That I'm stuck here, discarded

In the space inbetween

The silence consumes everything

My thoughts echoing

far too loud for someone so quiet.

I get that a lot, actually

I'm quiet, usually

I'm too loud with you

You overwhelm me

And I think I overcomplicate

overcompensate

overthink

For example;

If I text you first, do I come across as too clingy? What constitutes being clingy, and how tolerant are you of me and my possible clinginess? If I use an exclamation mark, am I too forward, too excitable, too childish? If I use undercaps will I come across as noncommittal, nonchalant, uninterested? Will all-caps make you uncomfortable, as though I am yelling? What greeting should I use, and what are the implications of each- 'hey', 'hello', 'hi', 'heya', 'yo', 'wassup', 'sup'; the list goes on endlessly. Should I elongate the greeting, adding extra "i's" into "hi" to draw it out, or is that to childish, does it seem like I'm looking for attention?

On the other hand, if I leave the decision to you, if I wait for you to text first, what will happen? Of course, I will constantly check my phone even when my vibrate is on, looking for the notification that doesn't come, waiting for you to initiate contact so I can close the spaces inbetween us, or suppose you are going through the same thought process as I, and we come to the same conclusion, both waiting for the other to message.

And so it continues, so much consideration put into a singular text, one that I probably won't send, one that I might tap out.

I don't think you actually love me, or ever did,

I guess that's okay

In truth, I probably don't love you either

It's more likely to be the infatuation with the idea of love

I have a chronic addiction to romance

idealising, imagining, dreaming

Stupid fantasies gradually turning into expectations

High standards and expectations

I expected too much of you

Romanticising romance, thinking it would be perfect

I projected that onto you, my idea of a relationship

I think you projected onto me, too

Both of us falling not for each other but for what we perceived as the other person, which was really just a reflection of our insecurities and wishes

falling for ourselves, projected onto others

Twisted self-love for self-hatred

a sickening conundrum

it's almost laughable, don't you think?

Loving to hate ourselves

Hating to love ourselves

I think, somewhere, we got life mixed up with death

Romanticising our flaws which we saw as belonging to someone else

It's stupid, really

They're called flaws for a reason

I think I should let you know, you know

That someone who loves your flaws isn't really someone who loves you

You need someone who loves you despite them

Who sticks with you even when your flaws kick and lash out at them

I can't be that person for you anymore

I'm leaving us

and the spaces inbetween

of course, you've already left

haven't spoken in months

I just stand here in the space inbetween

a coward with too many thoughts and too little courage

All these words rolling around inside of me

I'll let them out eventually

Out into the inbetween, as I start to breathe again, not for you,

for me.

poem title: "Breathing inbetween". written 17 June 2020

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Save one life, save the whole world

My name is Muhammad Ibrahim. I work as a high school teacher. I am a strong father from Gaza. I have three princesses from my children. I mentioned that I am strong because I try to provide happiness and protection for my family in the midst of sadness and death, and I am looking to shed light in the darkness. I am strong. I do not want to show weakness to my children, but to be honest I have no idea how strong I can pretend to be. I'm not strong. I'm sad, broken, devastated, and terrified at the thought of losing someone in my family.

Since the first hour of October, we have been displaced 6 times. It is a terrifying thing. When you see the planes dropping leaflets on us asking us to evacuate the area, you are asked to evacuate within a specific time. At this time, you are unable to think about what you want to do, and where we will go. While preparing the necessary bags, shells and missiles are raining down on us. Bullets from airplanes. At this moment, you can only escape and save your life and the lives of your children

After more than 300 days of resisting the heinous genocide, my family and I are working to support ourselves through community relief and mutual assistance efforts that stopped three months ago due to the occupation taking control and occupying the city of Rafah.

With the constant risk of death due to malnutrition, dehydration and pollution, diseases are increasing day by day. Like all residents of Gaza, we depend on donations to purchase the goods and services necessary to keep us alive, heal and recover.

One dollar could make a difference in my life. Your skip could cost us a life

Let me tell you about living in the camp, it is like a prison, and even worse, there is no fresh air to breathe, no clean water for daily use and of course to drink, no electricity and no healthy food, only infectious diseases, skin rashes, insects and scorpions.

There is no privacy as the tents are close together, and no quiet, only shelters between you and your neighbors. I stand in long lines under the hot sun for water, for bread, for hospice (food distributed to the displaced in the camp) and even for bathrooms. Public.

More than 300 days of targeted attacks and genocidal tactics have deliberately destroyed life's infrastructure: energy sources, desalination plants, bakeries, factories, hospitals, schools, sewage systems, roads, farmland, homes, my home, and my workplace. Everything has already become a terrifying ghost town

The Gaza Strip has become an uninhabitable biological zone, due to tens of thousands of decaying martyrs who are still crushed under the rubble. The beach is full of sewage and pollution, the health care system has been destroyed, and facilities and agricultural lands have been bombed. We are in a miserable situation, with the outbreak of hepatitis. Polio and other diseases, famine, pollution and constant bombing

My three children, my wife, my mother, and my father need care, and because I am the only person in the family who goes to get water and food, which is considered a huge burden on me, especially since there is no safe place there. I have always been exposed to the risk of death due to sudden bombing and miraculously survived. Therefore, my family and I want to leave Gaza. So that I can protect my children and save our lives, as they need to study, health care, and start a decent life. They have the right to live like all the children of this world, so I want your help in donating so that I can help my family. Since each person needs $5,000 to go out, I need a large amount to be able to travel, so I hope to reach the amount as quickly as possible so that I can get the children back to playing as they used to while studying

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My phones gives a light buzz

a gentle reminder

you still want to know me.

I tap out

messages, for your eyes only, but

It's not like

anyone'd understand our shared frequency anyway.

Damn it, sweetheart

I didn't give you permission to sneak

into my affections

and make a home for yourself

in the depths

of my fragile, fractured, fearful heart.

You stay there

and my chest begins to warm.

And I read

those messages, for my eyes only.

I can't believe

I've fallen so utterly and so

wholly in love,

fallen in love because of you

fallen for you.

Does your heart

beat the same way mine does?

I like to

think that it does, that they

beat in sync.

You message me again, and I

smile despite myself

I swore I wouldn't love again

I just don't

want to hurt you. I'm scared

that I will

despite my best efforts, I always

hurt my partners.

So, my dear, I won't tell

you my feelings

not yet, anyway. I'll just watch

from the sidelines,

wish for God to grant me

some scrap of

courage, so I can say this:

I love you.

Poem title: "The unspoken". written 9 Dec 2020

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Biggest DC Misconception

- THE FINALS -

At this point you know the drill. I don't need to lay it out for you. You've seen the submissions for months. So which is it? Which is more egregious to get wrong? Which is just plain not in the text? Which is the thing that people think is true but isn't?

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I wake up in a cold

cold sweat, yeah

the blankets stuck to me like a second skin

staring at the cracks in the plaster

staring at the cracks in him

Every day every day every day he

pulls the same old shit, yeah

every day, every day I'm just tryin to survive and

he can't seem to let me live

I'm just

burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in here, it's

been too long, been too long, since you even gave a

glance in my direction and

even with the heat of flames I'm

freezing up in here with you

I'm freezing up because of you

its a long long day in hell when you deign to spend time with me

did you forget about us failed creations?

too busy breaking your prodigy

its just

another burn, another scar, another token of your love

another fracture, another way to prove you wrong

i promise you

you will regret

the day you wrote me off as

a failed creation, a first attempt

the "perfect successor: mark one"

im just

burnin up, burnin up, burnin up in here and

you havent noticed, you never notice, you never act like you even care

im burnin up, burnin up, burnin up and hey whats

with

these falling tears

you arent here

youre never here

why does it have to hurt so much?

its a cold time

cold time in hell when i came back to your door

the same reaction, the chain reaction

what was i expecting?

three years you havent changed one bit

the scars on his face reflect mine and

i am dead to you

the final chapter

i killed myself off but

it seems you survived ending

so hey lets dance

here in hell

lets keep going till the knockout bell yeah

let's watch this world burn together

the death of an age-old religion

i always believed less in gods

and more in kicking your fucking ass

im burnin up, burnin up, burnin up with you and

it feels good

to watch you burn

you finally get what you deserve.

youre burnin up, burnin up, burnin up out here

it brings a smile to my face

my skin burns as i watch you ache

i guess you really havent changed

i guess we'll never really change

i will just watch as you burn with rage

yeah, its just as freezing,

the heat of your flames.

Poem title: "freezing heat of flames". written 19 Jan 2023

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