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Me: "O My Lord
I know this life is a Journey
And the paths here are Slippery
Although I try to walk very Cautiously
But the charms of world attract Me
My heart desire all that is Fancy
Inside a huge hollow tree
I must go and sleep
Sleep very deep
Just like a hibernating bear,
Without any fear!
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Saima Qureshi ©️
Let me mend myself,
my soul is wholly broken.
Let me dig out my honour,
someone just buried it deep.
Let me reawaken my pride,
I just can't let it sleep!
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Saima Qureshi ©️
I: "It's too hard to accept that you are gone."
You: "But the fact is I've, how long this false hope you can keep on?"
I: "It's too hard crying for you, to cease."
You: "But you have to find an inner peace."
Dear departed soul
Everyone's heart you stole
With all those loving traits
Can't find your replicate
Penning down your quality
Trying to describe your personality
Dear Departed soul
If we all are the jailbirds of others' espy
I'm at large ,I don't care how they catch me!
If their opinions try to contain us,
I have set my self free, I don't care what they think of me!
Saima Qureshi ©️
When I close my eyes
I Envision the deep waters of the ocean
Spreading it's arms across the sea
Holding hands with distant waters
From another country
Never to break apart
Brotherhood's one magistic bond
Thinking Thinking
Always thinking
The thoughts I sometimes
don't even
understand
They change the way that you are
to fix your ideas
into neat little boxes
For control
For they
day and night
I am always tired.
But at night
I stay up just late enough
Until I am exhausted enough
Until I can fall into my bed
And into immediate slumber.
When life begins
And we start to look for who we are in the world
we create ourselves
this distorted image of perfection
that society created for us
it's not that i'm afraid of my mind,
i’m afraid of what takes hold when i’m alone.
the thoughts. they fight for their freedom.
battle against the teeth that are their cells.
Sometimes what I think about isn't too profound.
Other times I can't sleep for hours because my brain will not shut down.
Can I just be real with you today?Because there are just some things that I feel that I have to say.
When she walks she feels the stares
Wonders the thoughts of others as they glare
Jealous girls
Hormone raging boys
Who all think they know themselves and what this world has to offer..
Yes. I am Cuban and Puerto Rican.
Yes. I am Black.
To deny either one would be to deny who I am and where I come from.
Skin like Brown Sugar. Thick curly hair.
Yes. I am a Black Latina.
If I could change The World i Would change our generation from being Vanity slaves to Vanity owners of inspiration, the found hope of
Hello
You say I can't love
Who I like
Well last time
I checked I was
Over eighteen
So spare me
Your batshit
Fuckery
Who are you
Tellin' me
Things you don't expect to hear you listen to but don't gasp or screamAs though you expected it to happenThings you don't expect to see you watch but don't gasp or look in pityAs though you expected it to happen
She means more to me than what you will ever mean.
We walk down the street hand in hand,
Yes heads turn and a few comments are heard.
Do they matter?
Does it bother us?
Is it okay?
Teachers.
There are times,when we forget that they're human too.
But some of themjust know how to get on people's nerves.
Can you imagine living a tough childhood
Watching your parents break a part
Heart start aching and watching your world fall apart
Everything you thought would never happen
You witnessed right before your eyes
What do you want from me?
A totured body?
A broken soul?
What do you expect to happen?
As you kick me down
As you rip me apart
Tell Me!!!
What do you want to happen?
Once I found...what I was looking for...
it wasn't so hard.
Once I knew... who I was...
I was so much happier.
I write poetry to escape from reality. This is busy world we live in, everyone needs a place to go to for comfort. Poetry is my comfort. I get my ideas out. My thoughts come flowing out. Allowing me to express my emotions and ideas.
a world where time is adjustable,
a place where the unthinkable is comprehendable,
where the soul resides
with piercing emotions,
hanging heavy along the heart
but poetry is much more
Shivani comes from Shiva. I was named after the Hindu god of destruction.
Isn't it ironic though, how I don't consider myself Hindu anymore?
I don't know what or who I am. But maybe it fits.
It’s dark and glum. The sky’s entirely covered in gray clouds. And she’s waiting there. Waiting for it to explode. For it to burst and for all her secrets, feelings and troubles to come pouring out.
