farah-hizouneWhisper

Moroccan
dumb ***** chroniclesIn your eyes I saw the power to sow my own destruction / So I looked away trying not to memorize the exact placements of your tattoos / Or all the freckles that you’re made of
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Nov 13, 2020
Child's PlayDo you remember / When we were young / And hopeless
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Jan 4, 2018
may 29, 2016My slumber is restless and tortured by endless rivers of flowing words that pour from my mind and run down my cheeks. I have visions shattered with red eyes - succubus' dreams and deep despairs of forgotten lovers. I have all the normal layers of womanhood but my widened, blank eyes stare on into darkness. My mind is plagued by dreams of ghoulish figures and dansing devils. I feel enigmatic and cursed, like a banshee roaring through the mind of a mad man. I have only sexuality and insanity to feed my starving soul. There is a stellar gift bestowed upon me as I glance up to the heavens, as I am deep in the throws of my insomnia. I find comfort in this cosmic god that I swear only I can see. Everything around it becomes black at the sight of this glorious red gleam in the sky. Perfectly aligned and positioned in my window, a glimpse of my true home. The Rocky planet stares indifferently at me but with a faint vengeance in it's glare. The god of war scolds me for being weak and brings me visions of blood soaked angels come for my soul. I am unsure if this brutality will bring contentedness but at least it has rested the other bitter thoughts battling for a piece of my mind.
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May 29, 2016
reductionif yesterday / was your last tomorrow / what does that make today
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Apr 11, 2016
UntitledLife is so funny, like a book, where you've read the last page, first. We all truly know the ending to our stories, as the only surety, death.
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Apr 5, 2016
The Ides of OctoberI'd rather be the moon / For she can be gazed upon / without the blinding pain of the suns' corona
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Nov 30, 2015
my first night in Parishe's still breathing and drooling all over me / the book i borrowed lies back at me with your eyes / and i can't even read it through for fear of reading my own demise
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Jul 10, 2014
art is all that will ever matter farahYou're like ripples of heat cutting through the atmosphere / My desperate depression inducing guilty pleasure / The words make it sound so heavy but it really is as effortless as breath
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May 28, 2014
a tiny poemHer heart is violent and true / Her teeth are always showing / A grimace or a smile
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May 13, 2014
what i amI am worth more than the power of a thousand gleaming suns that it takes to get your attention / I am worth loving wholly and deeply, poetically and passionately / I am worth giving the beautiful things in life, gold and intricacies
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May 13, 2014
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