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The Art of unpredictable writer

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I fall asleep in my sofa while sipping the coffee  and jaming on the songs I try hard to beat the games on my phone  To heard, to see, to be able to be free I write hundred of times but can't accept a line ... There are only few words in my dictionary... but that's not who I wanna be I can predict my own writing just not in a way it's shining Maybe it's just the most of the mind or Maybe I m just blind  Or it could be my own fault to think I can write without a joke  Because that's what it is ?  A non sense poem without any hook or simile  Just a plain road like a metaphor  There is no sense in my writing just like my life  So maybe I should just rub off this page  ... and start with new light ?  ~ Sara D. Aars

Reminder of u

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Once i used to hate rain.. Now it remind me of you  The weather the rain and all together the pain Maybe we were meant to be And maybe that how it is suppose to be  And maybe that's how i would win And let your love sink in  With the war of chaos and clutter I hope you will be the one to make my heart shutter  To the ugly beauty of the pain  I hope we meet again  Not in the sunshine and flowers but in rain and showers  ~Sara D. Aars

Unwanted Reflection

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They say you can't hate your face, that it's a mirror of love, a trace of two hearts entwined, a gentle thread, a story of warmth in the life they led. But when I look, I see a wound, a history carved, a love marooned. Not a blessing, not a gift— just the weight of a fate adrift. I was a child of convenience, made, not from longing, but plans that frayed. A reflection not of love, but loss, of what could have been, of paths uncrossed. In my face, I find their sighs, their hardships, echoes, silent cries. A history I never chose to bear, yet it lingers—always there. ~ Sara D. Aars

My Red String ❤️

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Invisible threads, crimson and thin, Bind two souls where time begins. Across the miles, through space unseen, An ancient cord, forever keen. The theory I imagine only a myth, Drifting like a shadow on a cliff. It binds us softly, soul to soul, Beyond our touch, beyond our control. The hope I have seen maybe crushed, But for you I might melt on your brush . I always thought my red string lost, A faded dream, a love’s small cost. But now I've found you, standing near, In threads of fate, so bright, so clear. I’ll take your hand and tie it tight, In threads of white, bound pure and bright. And if it bleeds, let red threads weave, The life and love we both believe. ~ Sara D. Aars

Silent Echoes

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I see, I feel, I die to tell, But I know if I do, it will be worse than hell. So I stitch my lips with fragile thread, Swallow the words that beg to be said. I smile where the cracks run deep, Laugh so they won’t hear me weep. I hold my weight with careful hands, Afraid to fall, afraid to land. Each time I whispered, dared to trust, They walked away, left me in dust. A fleeting glance, a fading voice, A lesson learned—I had no choice. So now I wear a quiet veil, A hollow ghost, too soft, too pale. Not strong, not weak, just standing still, An empty room, an iron will. I see, I feel, I die to tell, But silence now is where I dwell. ~ Sara D. Aars 

Curse of Being Born

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I heard you talking—soft, but clear, You thought I never stood so near. But every word cut through my chest, A truth you hid, but I knew best. You said if I had never been, Your life would be so calm, so clean. That leaving could have been your way, But I was born, so you had to stay. And now I wish I could rewind, Erase myself, unchain your mind. If time could break and let me go, You’d find the peace you longed to know. I might fade out, dissolve like air, But in your eyes, the light stays there. No weight to hold, no tears to fight— I'd disappear, and you'd be bright. ~ Sara D. Aars

The Weight I Bear...

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I walk through life, a shadow unseen, A fleeting thought in a world serene. I know I was unhappy, never knew my place, But it’s harder to know I’m my family’s disgrace. Their eyes avoid mine, their words turned thin, As if my presence wears them from within. A burden I’ve become, too heavy to hold, A story untold, growing weary and cold. I try to smile, to brighten the air, But cracks in my mask show the despair. Every laugh feels forced, every breath a mistake, A heart too fragile, bound to break. They say I’m loved, but I hear the strain, Their kindness laced with unspoken pain. I see it in whispers, in glances askew, In every moment I don’t know what to do. I wish I could vanish, dissolve in the wind, Leave behind the guilt, the love I’ve sinned. But even as I dream of fading away, A small voice inside begs me to stay. ~ Sara D. Aars