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Fayez Jan 2016
Demons play a tune
Silent as snow
A tune everyone does know
And no one is immune.

A tune you hear in battles
Battles of a different kind
The battles of the mind
A tune that makes people eat apples.

Many think it is a tune of sin
And cause you to wince
False, since
Demons play the violin.
The goal of this poem is to romanticize demons and give an alternative view of how they are commonly perceived, as malicious beings in our mind.
The apples refer to Adam and eve's eating of the apple.
Fayez Sep 2015
I disobeyed my parents
And married her when I was younger

She seemed so shy and caring
but then she felt colder

She used to respect my space
but then she sat on my shoulder

She used to not criticize me
but  she eventually became bolder

I want to turn back time
And find someone else before I grow older.
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She put her dreams aside
And married me when I was younger

And when times were tough
I understood why she had to be colder

When I needed her
She was always on my shoulder

I was never that daring
So she turned bolder

I learned to love her
And appreciate her as I grew older.
Two sided views of one marriage and how one person interprets it. I wanted to give them a happy ending for once.
Fayez Jul 2015
They see you falling,
and say "look!, he's flying!"

They see you drowning
and say "look! he's reached new depths!"

They see your skin beginning to rust
and say "Get your **** together"
A tribute to all the cynics.
Fayez Jun 2015
Do you ever look at a mirror
See where your scars should be
And think
"How did I end up here?"

You took the road less traveled
But you realized too late
Why you're alone
This road leads to nowhere.

You followed your dreams
Only to know that
Your dreams can't pay
For your partner's cancer treatment.

You stood out
And people saw you
You thought you were different
They knew you were a freak.

So the next time
You look in a mirror
Ask yourself
"Where would I be if I wasn't here?".
A depressive twist to the notion that being different always means being successful and happy.
Fayez May 2015
Little girl, why are you sad?
"I fell and cannot dance anymore"
Such a fragile thing little girls are
A little time and you can dance once again.
Fayez May 2015
Sun
I walk
With a wooden smile
Simple to the crowd
Almost believable.

I cut myself
Where people cannot see
What horrors
I have done to myself.

I scream
For a minute
Then I laugh
For a minute.

I do not know
how to stop
The need to jump
Out of a moving car.

I try to control myself
I surround myself with people
I take my medications
I try to dance it off.

I get mad
When people do not know
How to help me
When I do not myself.

When I dance
I begin to see the truth
Only then I realize
I am only human.
Fayez May 2015
Guardians
Defenders
Angels
Shields

Some want to protect
Who they love
They aspire to greatness
Solely for another.

Remember that after a war
Shields are forgotten
And guardians
Are considered monsters.
Something I feel like should be said to myself personally.
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