The Stone Heart

Her emotions were fabricated
Time made her cold and calculative
She could wear her facade like a masquerade
Scripted speech; she knew just what to say
Too proud to love him anyway -
She lost her opportunity with him that day
At night she lays unable to rest
Her heart is chizzled in her chest

I love you” echoed
From the past, in the present
She remains silent.

—Leo Tsukiyo

You look sad” was all
she said. I turned to face her,
shook my head, “I’m fine”.

—Neena

The winters wind gusts
across the window pane, yet
the chill finds me still.

—Neena 

A gift given in
congratulations to fill
his lack of presence.

—Neena

The Pain Doesn’t Exist

A frightened child’s search for comfort
becomes apparent as she hugs her teddy bear. 
The echoes of violence still linger 
yet presence of angry retorts no longer there. 

The age of seven yet fully aware
of the word ‘despair’ and ‘impaired’.  
No sibling to run to,
No hopes to turn to.


She simply sits and waits.
Pretending the pain doesn’t exist. 

Your familiar voice
waking me from slumber shall
no longer exist.

—Neena 

Jenga

leotsukiyo:

I

Freshly stacked wooden blocks
Unmoved by quakes -
Stand proudly and complete.
Each brick relies upon the other,
Cemented -
So even the most fragile piece
Can keep the structure erect.

II

We are Jenga towers.
Life picks and prods at us -
Brick by brick,
Removing our stability.
Broken walls and holey floors
Make the tower feeble,
What could not be moved by force
Collapses with a gentle breeze.

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Move and twist
feel your body burn
Let the beat encompass
the direction you turn

Quick and sharp
your jabs aren’t strong
Pick up the pace
Before you’re proved wrong

They’ll come again,
accusations at hand
You know you can take them
Soon, no one will contend 

What you are, 
and what you do.
There will be no one left
for you to prove 

Your worth, and skill
The reasons why
you still choose to fill
your time

With all
you hold near,
in fear of losing 
what’s truly dear 

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The storm has settled 

above my home.

Whether it stays or goes

I do not know.

For if not now

it shall soon. 

T’ill then I feel it’s best 

that I take cover. 

From whatever gusting wind

plagues my windows and doors. 

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY