Time has flown, ticking bombs still blown
My addictions nothing but grown; carved deep into bone.
I myself project the opponent, indeed ever so chosen.
” It” was to be fought; I hid in fear of being shot.
Written wars fingers as canons, the very body as the maintaining
I kneeled in defeat imploring to be healed, yet ever so in greed I was
never then granted my shield.
- 07. 15
I’ve been hiding behind an empty face pondering upon my very self “ this is nothing but a phase,” yet as hours crash into days I am brought well aware this
is in fact a craze.
Thou is embedded with sentiment of her own, I was to have confronted her then, today she has grown.
Gun to my head as I shed on instead; entrust me I have nothing but tried in return I bled and pled.
Today, I am fighting for peace; forevermore it is the bringing up of a broken piece and I am hopeful that one day if not today I will be released.
tell me, loved one , has it ever occurred?
the disintegrated ribs, the blackened bruises, and the forlorn stains
were they meant to be shared?
Today, it is less likely of me to stumble down some poetry for today we have much more
to put into words. It is the holy month of Ramadan, and I greet you all a blessed one.
As is, we are aware this particular month is dedicated to us Muslims to keep one from drinking, eating,
and simple sinning one could possibly compel away from. Hopefully, you have your eyes set on
what you want to achieve or even preach and by God’s will you will succeed.
I strongly believe and walk along hand in hand that one who is striving for change shalln’t be called
after as to be a ” hypocrite”, we Muslims know better that Ramadan is valuable as for that.
It is the positive changes one can make/spread; instead tilt your head up high, and support them.
Have a great Ramadan, hopefully all your fasts and prayers will be valued and accepted.
pulling down my petite hands, fingers of other kind gently free- falling
as they hook on my porcelain oval finger tips; it is Earth dragging me
shall it be of gain?
the melodic breeze hopping along around me engaging in vain,
mirroring the abstract chain.
I fall scrapping my knees on the paved way fractured in pain.
flowers bloom with concrete fractures, and damaged fragments make up the
most intricate mosaics,
– calls out it.
stand tall, don’t fear the fall, you are indeed worth it all.
people walking back and forth;
as I am seated
laughter, giggles, and flashed in smiles
as they are greeted.
alone I seem around these happy people,
but how alone am I to be defeated?
without you, I am no longer myself
I am now as empty as that shelve
I am aseated,pondering, wondering maybe even muttering
” will we, my love, ever redeem ourselves?
there there, I must’nt go astray
the farther thee departs, the more insane.
I love you so much, but even that I couldn’t possibly explain.
we burned our love to the ground, but in the ashes
she was found.
” Slit your skin, you are beautiful only from within.”