You and the weather have always shared the same inconsistency. Always changing, never staying.
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My ancestors were Iraqi, forefather Arabian but parents Indian.I'm settled in Tanzania, was born in Nigeria, grew up in South Africa.
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The poor child groaned while his mother moaned. ''Ah, he's possessed, Oh, he's been bewitched'', Superstition bemoaned. To the witchdoctor she sped a...Read more
"Once in a while" "Once in a while, we meet someone who cares. Once in a while, they make us feel like we matter."
I will carry you until it's gone. Gone like the rainbows I saw. Gone like the wind that blew through my clothes. Gone like the pain that you left me ...Read more
Inside a basement office, Under three bank floors, Sits a life preserver. Flickering fluorescent bulbs Illuminate a layer of dust, Clean fingerprints...Read more
You were never there... you were never there to stand, clap and shout "that's my child!" you were never there to say I love you I'm proud of you, giv...Read more
I will never stop believing. There will come a day when I'll walk down the aisle , having enough faith that I'll be protected for life. I will never ...Read more
When all those important things, Pop-up inside your head one-by-one, The light is so bright, You feel like someone take a torch, Switch it on and off,...Read more
The array of deeds congruent with moral discernment divaricates the wings of iridescent preeminence.
This summer Carried serien perfume Of old beings. They grew with hope To live for thousand greens, more, more to live. They gave her shade, wise ta...Read more
love if only you knew how reckless my love is. in the midst of a storm i will become wind and i will carry you in my arms until we reach the quiet. n...Read more
Haven't felt this type of happiness in a while, my smile could light up this whole store aisle. This is the type of happy where you feel like you're a...Read more
Read this poem with us: Put Out My Eyes —Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) Put out my eyes, and I can see you still, Slam my ears to, and I can hear y...Read more
We close our eyes to be played by our minds. Faith was the anchor we held, while fantasies carved the silhouette. Tossed were we by hopes and doubts...Read more
These flowers, such pretty flowers. Might not mean much to you, but to me they're everything. I hold on to them with my open soul, so open that anyth...Read more
I saw you that day,giving her a daisy. I started crying, and everything went hazy. I always thought you were empathy; It turns out you are just apath...Read more