XOXO, Z A I N 🩵

She/Her… “I’m only human.” Hopelessly romantic and poetically rejected 💘 (You should go follow: Mialoo, Hollow Oaks, M., Your Local Crayon 🖍️ & MusefulHeart🫀) I typically write depressing poetry 🤪 and I am forever interested in nature photography.

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XOXO, Z A I N 🩵

https://werdsmith.com/xoxozain

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She

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The walls around my heart,

they pound and pound and murmur.

They beat, trill, screech, scream-

they wobble, but they do not fall.

On the other side of the walls

awaits an opponent of skill.

She’s orange and thin,

she’s the most terrifying;

she ruptures organs, breaks skin,

but she never touches a thing.

She invades my mind,

while she overtakes my heart,

and I just let it happen.

She whispers i...

Poetry

Drama

The Beauty Of Being Asleep (2 Word)

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I’ve never

seen the

beauty of

being asleep.

Eyes drifting,

closing, sleeping.

Schoolwork piling,

up, up.

Eyes drifting,

but they

won’t close.

In school,

but not.

Head in

the clouds,

so high.

Eyes drifting,

but I’m

in school.

Schoolwork first,

exhaust after.

I won’t

let sleep

keep me

from school.

Even if

I’m fighting

my eyes

to work,

even if

I’m fighting

impossible opponents,

just to

work, work....

Poetry

Drama

His Laughter

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[the simile in the first stanza, referring to ‘wine’ has nothing to do with anything in real life. I promise, to those who know my age or the basic basis of my age, I have not and will not underage dr!nk. Just getting that clear because after I reread this, I noticed that someone might take that the wrong way.]

His laughter was my sunshine,

the reason I tried so hard.

I was never really funny,...

Poetry

Drama

I’ve Always

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I’ve always crushed on guys a little too easily,

but I don’t want to do that.

I’ve always had fleeting feelings for guys,

but I don’t want to have those.

I’ve always seen the best in every single person,

but I don’t want to see it.

I’ve always been a little too indecisive in types,

but I don’t want to be.

I’ve always been a little too book-invested,

but I don’t want to change.

I’ve always kep...

Poetry

Drama

World Will Burn

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The world will burn,

because she had fire in her eyes.

Trust me when I say,

the woman is absolutely terrifying.

Don’t get on her nerves,

especially not on her bad side.

Trust me when I say,

the lady is absolutely terrifying.

The only way to help,

is to stay far away, to the right,

Trust me when I say,

the girl gone woman is terrifying.

The woman, the terror,

I upset her to a degree.

I won’t com...

Poetry

Drama

Fire, Flames, Water & Waves

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I was the fire, but you were the flames.

I burned until they extinguished me,

but you managed to stay, remain.

You were the water, but I was the waves,

your plans were the winds, the Moon,

I depended on them, needed them, craved-

You were the air, but I was the wind,

I was strong, but you were well-needed,

they had lungs for you, but for me, broken skin.

I was the fire, but you were the flames,...

Poetry

Drama

Hearts Don’t Break

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Hearts don’t break.

They beat, pulse, keep you alive.

They give oxygen, blood, not mental pains.

Hearts don’t break, they don’t sprain,

they don’t shatter or scold or snap.

They keep you alive, beating and breathing.

Hearts don’t break.

They work in harmony with other organs

to keep the body healthy, alive.

They speed up in beat, when you skydive,

and when you see a certain someone.

Hearts don’t ...

Poetry

Drama

Only You

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Mascara smudged,

burning, stinging broken skin.

Only you to blame....

Poetry

Drama

Echoes Of Pain

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[related collection of haikus, mainly just focused on the “trust” thing.]

I hate learning to trust,

the echoes of pain remain.

I’m lost to my mistrust.

Throw a rock at me,

I only hear the echoes.

Why teach me to trust?

I hate learning to trust,

but I was forced to learn.

It hurts, doesn’t it?

I’m lost to my mistrust,

I only hear the echoes

of the trust you gave.

The echoes of pain,

build in p...

Poetry

Drama

Caché de la Vue

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If I talked to someone in French,

_ils ne me comprendraient pas_.

I’m not sure I would either, though.

I’m just a dull player on the bench,

and I’m the rain compared to snow.

No one bats a single eye at me,

unless their intentions are to judge.

I’m invisible, like I’m _caché de la vue._

No one will look, even if I scream_._

I’m only parchment, with its ink smudged,

no one bats a single eye at me,...

Poetry

Drama