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

202

Writings

139

Followers

182

Following

World Will Burn

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1 min read

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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1 min read

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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1 min read

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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1 min read

Mascara smudged,

burning, stinging broken skin.

Only you to blame....

Poetry

Drama

Echoes Of Pain

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1 min read

[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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1 min read

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

Simply Gone

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1 min read

If I was dead, I’d be simply gone.

I wouldn’t be quite missed or loved and lost,

I’m sure they’ll only think of the costs,

of me lying on my deathbed,

the musician in me wants a song,

but I know I don’t have far too long.

A poem will suffice because a mark will be left.

Just remember, I’m a soul only wrecked,

a soul no one would bother to stoop,

a soul no one would bother to create yet another Dea...

Poetry

Drama

I’d Be Your Demon, I’d Be Your Angel

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1 min read

[inspired by Invisible Poetry’s poem: “Songs Of Damnation.” Mainly based on the last two lines, because this kind of spirals into the opposite of what Invisible’s poem was about.]

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I told myself I’d be your demon,

if you were to call yourself hell.

And if you decided to be heaven,

I’d choose to be your angel as well.

If I were to be your family waiting for you,

I only hope ...

Poetry

Drama

His Only ‘Flaw’

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2 min read

*technically fanfiction. I read The Outsiders recently, saw this draft, and thought I’d make something funny out of it. Nothing serious. His only flaw is his name*

That is the finest man on the entire planet.

“Hey,” he says. HE HAS A DEEP VOICE TOO? “Uh… is there something on my face?” He leans back and swipes a hand across his jawline (_AND THAT JAWLINE!_)

_Yeah. The finest thing I have ever...

Humour

Romance

My City On Fire

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1 min read

I’ve been a city girl since birth.

I could never farm or hunt or herd,

I probably couldn’t even surf.

In every way, I was raised in the city.

My brain was practically one itself.

Look to my city, the one in my mind,

look at the chaos that unfolds,

as I get trapped in a warped time.

There’s way too much thoughts,

jumbled as smog in the sky.

Overthinking is only one problem,

in the city that lives...

Poetry

Drama