Poetry often belies the age of the poet, but always reveals the struggles of the soul. What we write of youth, applies to old. But most would rather resist it, Than bear the truth be told. I’m in love with life. But I hate the world.
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Life Awaits
Pleasantries aside, Life awaits. A release waiting to be honoured, A being of self resisting restraint, An expression of the soul refusing all rules, A delight of indulgence to tickle a child. Laughter Love Abandon Life awaits.
Peace
Belying my exterior, That serene scene saunters into view of my mind’s eye. Driving to a destination that isn’t, Until my fuel is spent, Effortlessly emerge from the vehicle, And continue on foot, Until I am spent. Finally melding into the sand, Without a trace, I become one with time. Passing you by, Unnoticed. Finally…
Solitude
The rhythm and rhyme of this poem dances to the melody of my life. It has resonated with me since I first read it, and continues to echo the sentiments that unravel my composure, while simultaneously providing me with the awkward comfort of knowing that my struggles are not new, nor unique. As troubled as…
Sometimes
sometimes, they’re just beaten into submission and we assume their lifelessness is actually death when in fact, they’re just cowering out of fear hoping that no one will notice them but then they wither away because they were not noticed. sometimes, we find that the smallest things have the greatest impact but fail to…
Change is Imminent
eatandbeawesome: Here’s some poetry I wrote, cuz I was boredddd. Asalaam Alaikum wa rahmatullah Bismillah You’ll have to excuse me I developed this with a quick pace so allow me some space as I translate the case of the mistaken race and the warfare we face As a community wrought with disunity under constant scrutiny…