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Maybe I am an Image
A comic book villain
A video game antagonist
Unlocked and playable
Free for your narrative

Maybe I run on
hearing-aid batteries?
Quietly chirping for
your attention
and affection
A dot matrix
mess to clean

Maybe I am
a Happy Meal
invisible sustenance
to tear through
to find the toy
Cheap joy

Maybe I am
The time you
wet yourself
discreet accident
of only your
awareness
The secret
of shame

Maybe I am nothing
A thing
that remembers
You
in absence
of us
why people do what they do
is endlessly fascinating and horrifying
we'll never know the real motivation
and it probably wouldn't help anyway
Yes, you are.
Although you deny it.
But from these eyes I see you're a head turner.

Whether it your smile.
Whether it your looks.
Whether it your talk.
Most differently your walk.

Even, before I knew you.

We can play it like it's not true.
But then we just acting and playing games.
Because you're a head turner and there no one to blame.
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To Whom It Concerns,

When you find this soul
Please know it has been through a lot
I trust you'll take care of it
It's been breathing through a tube
It has seen valleys of no measure
Peaks with expert definition
Has spilt more in sweat and blood
Than was ever spent on it
So when you find this soul
Cradle it and treat it like it's new
It won't survive another beating

Cordially,
Yours
---

Been living in my head all day.
How it saddensβ€”
yet gladdens
my heart.

---
I feel this way everytime
You have no idea,
all the things I told my ChatGPT.

A silent voice with no belittle,
felt more human when they just listened.

πŸ€–
_________

Β© Ayisha Rahman, 2025
You took me by the hand and
Led me straight to your
Heart attack.
There were pages
Everywhere
And I could not tell the difference
Between what you loved and what
Destroyed you
The mirror
Reflecting
Not reflecting
Has become
Your very personal
Point of Transit

πŸŒ€
In the midst
of a morning walk
I followed a trail
of purple
flowers
fallen
and ripe
that led me to
the mother tree
who has grown
heavy
with too much
beauty to carry
Ashrafieh, is a magical place in Beirut, Lebanon. It has those purple floral trees who decorate not only its appeal but also the streets after they have fallen.
It has a certain feel to it, when you see them, you feel the cusp of summer that will flood the city with heat, but yet in the midst of everything has hit the ground, there's so much beauty to the fallen.
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