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In the labyrinth of love and betrayal, "Masook" unfolds as a gripping chapter in a romance and suspense thriller. This poignant segment dives deep into the emotional aftermath of heartbreak and the chilling twists that follow. Masook, a term evocative of deep-seated melancholy and betrayal, captures the essence of a character who once radiated warmth but now becomes a symbol of lost trust and unspoken pain. As the plot twists and turns, "Masook" explores the profound impact of deceit and the emotional scars left behind. The protagonist, grappling with the aftermath of a heart-wrenching betrayal, embarks on a suspenseful journey fraught with unexpected revelations and hidden truths. In this chapter, the delicate balance between love and mistrust is meticulously examined, creating a narrative that intertwines romantic despair with thrilling suspense. The storyline delves into the intricate web of relationships, exposing how deep-rooted emotions can lead to unexpected consequences and heart-stopping revelations.

For every baby born in Jamaica Queens.

The Story of the lone misfit, put into the mind of a poetic mind.

Here is another short poetry it's about self love. It's something that we all need to do we all need to love ourselves more than anyone and anything else.

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

memories don't leave away...

Aaj kayi dino baad

Understand a piece of yourself

I'll be posting series of poems explaining the thoughts of man and how they affect our daily lives These poems will be treating different angles. Ranging from *Sex/Rape *Curiosity *Feminism *Equality and so much more. Please follow me on this exciting journey

Isn't it beautiful they we fall for each other.

Just a collection of poetry Have fun while reading it Ps -it was fun writing it

Poem-prayers against pride, wandering, anxiety...

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

In these poems, I meditate on the mysterious and Divine purpose to the existence of beautiful things. Created beauty...the painting...is but an echo and reflection of the Creator and Divine Artist "One thing I have desired of the Lord , That will I seek: That I may...behold the beauty of the Lord." ~Psalms 27:4 "Let Your work appear to Your servants, And Your glory to their children. And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us..." ~Psalms 90:16‭-‬17

These are old rap songs i wrote, to today. Some of my very first poetry under the un-official band name: Raising the Bronze Serpent

👀 Ammm, idk what to descibe here. But I'd be happy if you guys lemme know how you feel about what i wrote.

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I trace verses from my portrait. A collection of poetries • by Azmii (•Image credits to the rightful owner)

Through My Eyes: An Existential Journey In the labyrinthine corridors of modern existence, I navigate a world both familiar and alien. This introspective journey delves into the depths of my psyche, grappling with a profound disconnection from a society that feels increasingly surreal. As I recount my personal struggles, each page reveals layers of an internal metamorphosis. Encounters with faceless bureaucrats, elusive aspirations, and haunting memories paint a picture of my soul in perpetual conflict with itself and its surroundings. The world, seen through my eyes, is a series of absurdities and contradictions, where meaning is as elusive as the dreams that fade with the dawn. "Through My Eyes: An Existential Journey" is not merely a recounting of my trials but an exploration of the human condition itself, questioning the very nature of reality and identity. In a society that often feels like an oppressive maze, this narrative seeks to find fragments of hope and understanding amidst the chaos. --- This description emphasizes your personal journey and struggles, capturing the existential and surreal nature of your experiences.

Before I met him, I had lost my faith in love and for me it was a known stranger with harsh words and fires and burns. But in the midst of chaos, he came like a new season with extended arms and kindest charms, tasting a bit like heaven. If there were any second chances in my life for love, I knew I took this one and my world has never been more better.