My Dad Told Me Yesterday That Nobody In The World Would Care If I Died And That I'm Not Even Worth Being

Last one standing

Unique ; is it the new normal?

I was 4 when I first heard the adjective

I was 10 when I heard it being used for me

I was joyous and blushed timidly in glee

I thought of myself as distinctive as the snow that falls on December 1st

I thought of myself as the honey dew that quenches the oak's thirst

i thought of myself as sole as the titanic beneath the sea

I thought of myself as second to noone ; there's only and only me

But as I grew up

I stepped down

I lurched around

I stumbled upon an abundance

Of personalities that strike resemblance

to me , and me to others

"Was it all just a farce?"

Was I not as unparalleled as the striking beauty of marble under moon?

was I not as novel as the trooping of hues paraded across june?

was I not as isolated in this world as i thought I would be?

I wanted to be second to noone; the world to have only and only me

But as I walk through my life I find a piece of myself in everyone I see

some beautiful some horrific

and some beautifully horrific

some prude , some so kind

some weak and some with a sharp mind

some eccentric, some basic

some with witts and some ritz

some ambitious, some unsure

and some who couldn't take it anymore

but one piece that I'd find in them all

t'was their wish to be the last one to fall

that one piece encapsulating everything-myself

a bit of me that made them me

a bit of me that made me myself

no matter who's in the right and who's wrong

no matter whose weapon is feeble and whose strong

no matter who started first

no matter who said more

I'll always have the last laugh

I'll always reach the shore

so I am second to noone

there will only and only be me

because I'll be the last one standing

no matter what the scene

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Hello, I am Mohammed Ayyad from Gaza. I would like to share our story with you. I was a high school student in 2023, and after that, I succeeded and entered university in my first year, studying Multimedia, a field I had dreamed of since childhood. But on October 7th, the war came and destroyed our lives, our homes, our dreams, and everything.

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Letters from Juliet (I)

We're astrologers aren't we jack?

Predicted it all long before our story was anywhere near to "near the end".

Why does it hurt then?

Back in July ,

I remember.

summer skies,

cherry lies.

You and me.

My endless stories.

Your pointless jokes.

loud laughs turned to silent cries,

for how long should one try?

My feet are calloused

My hands are sweaty

And I promise, i can do with all

but my heart.

It's tired.

It has been crushed before

And it can't take it no more

The world has its daggers at me

I crave warmth,

you gave it to me.

held me.

rocked me back and forth.

I loved you,

You loved me.

this was never a love story.

All the predictions we had

"How will it end?"

none ended with us together.

We are not each other's first

And we'll certainly not be last.

But I had faith,

In heaven.

In God.

You didn't.

so god saved you.

-Agrima Nath

Letters from Juliet (III)

I saw you last night at the bar

broad shoulders

scar on right cheek

and signature black hoodie

Rum over beer?

that's too mature for the "you" i knew

I Wanted to ask you so many questions

How was your day?

Your month

Your year

Your girlfriend

just your voice ,

quite enough for me.

brings me back to last winter

sneaking into my room at midnight

Telling me about your day

Hearing about mine.

How the others were having parties

While we layed in bed talking about stellar.

do you still find the moon fascinating?

will you still go to outer space with me?

Are we really not kids anymore?

i am still here with you

Have been for a while.

have you?

this could be our ultimate day

you pained me

ruined me

that's not what I hate you for

i hate you precisely because ,

I love you

doesn't matter what limits you cross

a glimpse of you a day ,

all my worries away.

We're poets aren't we jack?

we romanticise pain and

feel pain in romance

we keep it close to us till mortality hits.

but today was different,

I woke up without your name on my lips

your smell wasn't there in the roses

the coffee didn't remind me of us

Well not us ,

You and I.

the dogs barked today and i didn't flinch

the lightning struck today but my heart remained still

i liked the downpour with a hand on my dog's head

i changed

you did it

and with that

"Me" was "mine"

and not "yours"

-Agrima Nath