Clothes spilling over the edges of my bed, My closet, skin peeled open, showing the world her secrets And mine. Buried beneath nights of dreaming and broken jewellery, Hidden under my bright scarves and a thread of hope That all the stories and poems I've Written in the dark Spilling and scratching Ink and graphite On papers and scraps Despair. Longing. Love. Would all come to light Just as sure as the Earth's gravity anchors me to the mud And the slight tug of the moon, all the way across Vast oceans of space, causing the water to rise and fall Like my chest as I breathe. Will these letters ever spell anything as beautiful As the beauty I witness? My mind in a tumult. But my heart beats steady. I am worth the universe.
Month: June 2020
Blackhole
There are things I whisper to the darkness. They never leave my lips, but their echoes twirl and trail sparks up my soul. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Filling up the void where even light doesn't dare to exist. Yet, my dreams have found a home in that starless night. Daring to live. Daring to hope.
Humanity: A Tragedy
Spinning through the void of the universe, A rock filled to the brim with creatures. A miracle. An oddity. The product of infinite events that Happened just right. Swimming along the ocean of life, Blessed to live without strife. Evolution. Progression. Yet we aim to crash, burn and destroy Our only home. Sprinting across the race of time, Doing anything to win, even crime. Greed. Jealousy. Corruption within nations, families and Even our souls. Searching within the folds of our galaxy For another habitable planet reality. Desperate. Hopeless. As we continue to not preserve what We already own. So all I have to say Is to someday Realize we are the ones who have to make way To save our future and last another day. Stop our selfishness and sway Everyone around us to repay The things we took for granted, okay? Otherwise, we’ll witness doomsday.
Ethereal ~ Written on Aug 27/19
27867 seconds. That roughly calculated to eight hours. By now, Fallah had become an expert at calculating the time. It was Time (with a capital T). Everyone’s born with a countdown ticking on their wrists. Numbers that can’t be erased and will never disappear until the clock reaches zero. And zero means that you’ve fulfilled your life’s destiny. The reason you were born.
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