That girl
That girl
her voice is a song
her beauty is enchanting
her laugh irresistible
her eyes sparkle with humor
drawing me in
Like a fly to honey
And when she brushes by
Her skin against mine
it's a drug
I dodge and run but my emotions just chase me
they haunt me
I want her.
That girl, when she smiles.
she doesn't know what she's doing,
my heart is pounding
my blood is rushing
That girl, she's an angel
and my hearts floating in heaven
Release
I kept telling myself lies
Excuses
Why I felt this way
But eventually I gave in
And I realized
When I finally gave in
That there was a whole part of me
That had been locked away
More than just one thing was released
When I spoke three words.
I wrote a mnemonic
To be able to tell my friends
I ate my bed in sunny eagles xeric utopia, alright laugh.
I still remember it
Go ahead, use it
I dare you
Let you out
Let those wings finally fly free.
Questions of a Syrian child
Mother, my beloved mother, why don't you speak to me? Mother, my throat burns, but there is no water. My stomach hurts, but we have no food. Mother, dear mother, are you angry on me? Please say something, I promise I will be a good child, I promise I will not annoy you again. Mother why won't you speak? Mother, where is father, why isn't he home yet? There is fire everywhere. It scares me. Mother, where are our neighbours? Why is their house on fire? Mother, my lovely mother, please don't leave me alone....
Mother, I hear people crying again, is there another funeral coming along? Why won't they let me go to school? I want to become a doctor but why are they calling me a terrorist? Mother, dear mother, they hit me. It stings, please put a bandage on my arm. Why won't the blood stop?
Why do they hate us, mother? Is it because we are Muslims? But don't we all believe in one God? Didn't God made us all? Are we not humans? Will this not hurt them too?
Mother, lovely mother, why do I feel tired? Why is the pain increasing? Why do my eyes feel heavy now? Why do I feel numb now...?
Mother, dear mother......
My Children
I created the aliens.
I gave birth to and nursed the aliens.
The aliens are seen as weird by others, to me the aliens are my dear children.
Misunderstood and rejected from everyone.
They mean no harm to anyone, only want to play and be friends.
Being rejected so much caused hatred to boil and now they take by force.
Allow them to play and be children and they will show you great things in the world.
Reject them and they will send you to a place of eternal darkness and humiliation and you will experience what they have for millions of years.
Enjoy your time now.
Dancing Lies
I absorbed his lies like thirst for soul
falsehoods skittering dance on mind
touch felt true and pure on my skin
I ignored itching doubts lingering.
He looked with fake love in eyes
shut tightly under veil of falsehood
deceitful eyes hidden beneath lashes
black cunning heart scheming
to pillage body, leaving bones.
Ravaged essence, drank lifeblood
crimson drops on tongue.
Creeping into psyche in faltering steps,
love bloomed in hardened mind,
daisies waving in tilled field
“I must have you, possess you,”
he murmured in quiet whispers.
“I’m married,” I said, revenge beaming
“He who laughs last, laughs best.”
Whats up everyone
I just joined this weekend and I happened to stumble across this site. I felt like my writing started to loose its spark blogging about the situations I have lived through. This site seems refreshing and fun to be apart of. Looking forward cutting loose and not taking writing so serious. Peace out