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Reaching for the Stars

March 4, 2022February 20, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Reaching for the Stars sometimes i feel likethis is all a test, likeone big hovering gauntlet is over my head. if i fail, at least i did my best? never enough, my best will never be enough; i must always shoot for the stars. people are depending on me,i have to make them proud;and for [...]

Daydreamer

Shadow Play

March 2, 2022February 20, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Shadow Play gathered closelike two flickering flames,together we burn brighter amid thedarkly hollows. the shadows retreat.the whispers expire. the doubts resurface, but with steady hands we extinguishour worries. incandescence;let us marvel as we shed our clothes.layers and layers of insecuritieslet the shadow play; reveal where youmade your “flaws” your home.let me kiss every hurt and [...]

Daydreamer

Damn, I Wish It Were Real

February 28, 2022February 20, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Damn, I Wish It Were Real once upon a time,there was no me without you. gossip spun a thread of tenderness between us and i could not help but gnaw at the center until it snapped into two. there was a time when my dreams were solely built for you. your own personal heaven; you [...]

Daydreamer

Suspended in a Daydream

February 24, 2022February 27, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

Suspended in a Daydream asleep for so long,i need to feel awake. distanced from emotions, now i am in constant wake. drifting–not really here but corporeal,absent yet present, shifting the eddiesof lights and flames; what will set me ablaze? it could be you–you, whoshies from temptation and prefers the slow lane. a knight, a soldier,wounded [...]

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your secrets

February 22, 2022March 19, 2022by Mecca_AmirahLeave a Comment

your secrets i can hear your secrets from here; neatly tucked in, sung a lullaby before you whis[per] goodnight. you lock the door behind you, rest your forehead on the white-painted wood and pray for a restless night. whose name brushes your lips? what’s that one memory that you shove down but keeps coming up? [...]