ever met someone as handsome as me? someone as refined as me? someone who mirrors perfection so effortlessly it almost feels like art? someone who’ll hold your hand like you mean the world and you do— in fleeting, passing ways, like a sunset I admire before turning back to my own reflection becaus...Read more
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She said I shouldn't love another, and I believed her. Now I sit here every night, not moving on. I don't date, I don't flirt, I don't even look at anyone new. Her words still sit in my head like a rule I can't break. Friends tell me it's been long enough, that I should try again. I nod, say maybe...Read more
sorry my poems are inadequate, no rhyme in them that makes snaps come easy, I apologize they don't grant full meaning to most sorry to my lovers , heaven knows I am for all I did not follow through to be, the things I didn't buy or do Rather yet say to make it all better. sorry to the world to...Read more
What have l say! O thou dusty Lord. Thou that birthed me 'neath thy barren, golden sun, Thou that clothest me in freezing garments, not of frost but of yon dusty plague. Though my teeth be clattering and nose blocked, from extreme blow of love By thy showers of endless dry wind. Yet stil...Read more
Stay awake, my dear comrades. The clouds have returned, Along with their pouches filled to their brims, Enraged. Like the general, the wind commands, That they pour over our mountains and valleys. Behind, the sun watches over, With her raging fire. She would soon rise to her glory. The droplets te...Read more
I find myself in a maze. Not the type with neatly trimmed hedges—no, this one has walls that shift when I blink, dead ends that call my name as if they were designed just for me. Each turn feels like an exam I wasn’t prepared for, every step weighs me down like my past has tied bricks to my feet. ...Read more
She was a hell, Detached, deserted, and lonely; As all she touches surrenders to death. She wanders in the sandy deserts, Dense clouds, snowy mountains, Resisting to touch creatures alive. Until a day when she saw Baldr on Asgard; He was a pure soul with radiant beauty. Hel fell in love with B...Read more
Small hands are shaking, with fear. Big eyes looking at you, in a small face aligned with long brown hair. Questioning something is still so hard to compherend entirely; death. Lost is a new word, dead, burial, grave New vocabulary list smells like blood and terror. The nights are darker without a s...Read more
I'm dead Not Literally But something in me died The spark I had The will to try, Lost somewhere along the way. I wake up, But it feels pointless. Like, I'm just passing time. Everything is dull, And I can't remember What filling alive meant I'm dead Not literally, But I feel b...Read more
They say there are so proud of me and what ive over come So proud that I didn't give in to all the nasty things they've done They wish they could be like me and cope they way I cope They say they look to me and I give them hope And that brings me so much pain,its too much for me too hold Because I ...Read more
( A poem I wrote in earlier years and months when Muslims were being killed in Iraq, Syria and Palestine but now it applies to killings in Iran as well . A lot of westerners too condemn killing for oil/ resources/ land) Wars round the corner, wars at every bend Could it be that all this warring wou...Read more