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Borrowed Voices

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Borrowed Voices The spotlight found me before I found my own voice. Warm, blinding, like it expected something of me. The others around me looked steadier, freer, like they had never questioned  whether they belonged. I did. But I told myself to be brave. And so, it began. Words fell from their mouths like they had always lived there, fitting far too perfectly to ever be questioned. I waited for my cue like it meant something. But when it came, there was nothing. My name hung in the air for a second too long, a space where words should have lived. I had prayed for nothing to go wrong, and yet they filled in what I could never give. I looked down at my script, my lines erasing. Panic drenched me as I scrambled through the pages, but the ink had already decided I was unnecessary. The audience didn't notice, or maybe they did and hid it well behind their faces. So I tried again. I shaped my mouth around borrowed sounds, forced syllables into existence, stitched together something that...
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The Tale of the Melon Monster (a school project)

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  A warrior, strong and hungry, strode Through a village, silent, on the road. He saw the villagers, pale with fear, And asked what danger hovered near. 'There's a monster in the field,' they cried, 'With heads that grow, it will not hide. It multiplies and spreads with might We dare not face its dreadful sight,' The warrior laughed and drew his blade, Determined to meet the beast, unafraid. He strode into the field, far and wide, where the villagers dared not to step inside. He raised his sword and struck a head, Then paused and tasted, much to his dread, It was just a melon, juicy and sweet, A harmless fruit near his feet. The villagers gasped, 'He's just like the beast! He'll kill us all, our lives deceased!" They hurled their stones, and pitchforks high, And the warrior fell, alone to die. Then came a traveler, all so wise, With careful gaze and gentle eyes. He saw the mound, the heads of green,  And recognized what they had seen. He taught the ...
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Constellation

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It feels magical and alive, now that the line connects them. What once were stars left to thrive are now connected like brain stem. They were just ordinary girls who lived in two separate worlds, until their worlds collided and they stuck undivided. She never really knew what struck first, the other's charm, or beauty, smile, or personality, but one was there for the other at their worst, and that’s when it made sense: totality. You see, they were just two lone stars, wandering about in the night sky, until destiny put them together and made a constellation no eye could deny.
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Soft before Still

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i had petals so soft, before a stem so still  i had leaves so green, before my veins had broken  i had growth so bright, before i was buried down deep  for i was a flower, before a fossil.
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Where Light Bends

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  Where Light Bends (by Saavanna Satheesan) You look at me And I see your smile But the one behind you? She cries. Being scared, being broken I see the teeth and the storms Because I hold them all. No one can do it alone. And I agree. They say I’m calm, that I don’t feel much But how can I be untouched? When I can carry all their weight. I’m polished and patient. Trained to reflect, What the world wants to see But no one asks what I see. Behind the glass, I crack. I dream of becoming a window Of turning soft and open Of being calm and free. I wish light would pass through me instead of bending back from me I too want to be looked at Not just into. I hope someone sees The fingerprints I never wiped away To touch the surface and feel The life and ask, ‘what about you?’ Because maybe, just maybe, I am not glass at all. Maybe I’m just a soul, To see through everyone else – but me.
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Flower 🌸

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A symphony of soft pink light, A flower bathed in morning’s grace. Serene, untouched—a gentle sight, Nestled in its sacred place. But then, a silent shadow crept, Dark clouds veiled the pastel glow. Soon the heavens softly wept, As life had trials to bestow. The flower bowed, all damp and weak, Burdened by each heavy drop. Its soft pink hue grew dark and bleak, As the storm began to stop. One by one, the petals fell, Leaving nothing but the stem. What once had bloomed so bright and well, No longer shone, a lost gem. Until a kind hand reached with care Gathering the petals, torn apart She taped them back, a love so rare Mending a soul that had lost its heart She reached out over the flower, Shielding it from further scars. Then she whispered, soft in power "Even in the storms, I'll show you the stars."
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A random poem in my drafts

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I t was not born to be just there But so it was, brushed aside in despair It stood in the center, orbited by the others Only to be compared to its brothers Even the distant galaxies laughed at it For its failure to outshine them seemed so unfit And so it stood in the centre there Alone, uncared for, unaware But soon came an asteroid that wisely said 'To be the sun, o' mighty one Thou should know to trust whats begun For come what may, you are the one So never question yourself, shine like a sun' The Sun expanded, fierce and bright,   Absorbing the power of endless light,   Yet the planets still mocked its lonely might,   But this time, the Sun paid no heed to their spite.
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