They told me to
stop thinking so
much and look at
me and what I did:
I became a poet, a writer.
A being that thrives
within its thoughts,
anything that its
brain can cook up
in the limitless pot
that has been given
to it. And I ponder:
I'm someone who eats
other people's words,
ingest them in my mind,
take a selective few of them
to cook a new piece using my own recipe.
And like any cook
who wants to satisfy
one's hunger, I want
to fill you up-
to the point where
you want more of it,
even though your head
is totally full
from my previous serving.
© Ali Qureshi
but I know I never meant it to be that way.
She didn't come
I was wrong!
I was mistaken!
Hurts my pride,
Still doesn't come.
By my side,
She does not stride.
All she does
Is to hide.
Why? Oh Why?
Why you despise me?
Nothing just silence.
I plead you, tell me.
Playing with others again?
Leaving me to grovel
and be evermore restless.
My hands rip over my back
The chest seems non-existent.
I feel, I see, I hear, I think-
Stop, don't think.
Just leave her.
Let her be.
Let - her - be
Written by Ali Qureshi
saw two suns set.
Oh! the bliss,
The deep slumbers' kiss;
I'm waiting and waiting,
You snicker in the shadows,
You wicked - wicked witch!
A woman, a girl, nigh, none
There are none; I have known
To be as wicked as you;
Though they could have given
You, yes you, a good run.
I know now, now you will come
We will meet soon enough.
Let us meet. Let it be.
Come to me.
Written by Ali Qureshi
Next in the series "Insomnia - Quadrant"
P.S. 'Two Suns set' is not a mistake but put there intentionally in the poem. Google the term if you want to know more.
Told myself I'd keep this quite a never speak on it again
But it's way past the point of enemies to friends
I feel the heat of the bullets they shoot at me and forgot to wear my vest
Learned you gotta endure the hate regardless!
Even if you showcase everything that is ya best
Let me start with every woman - I remain distant
Apparently my masculine formula is the receipt of loves strong resistances
And it come with locked bars with 3 shots of pain
1 is my undefined emotions
2 is I'd rather not say their names
3 is everything wrong with my mind
So I guess 4 would be shame
Shame of what it is that i demonstrate as I embrace hate of myself for letting go of the hand of faith
Cause you wanted me to gamble on a hand I didn't wanna play
You grew colder over time and started running away
Dont get to flattered cause with beauty comes disaster
It's how you come out of it that's all that really matters
Tryna survive in a white world while my other half doesn't matter
I've beat down myself for months and months
If I don't come out clean with this I'd f$&kin; erupt
I'm beyond past the point of trying to please my family and friends
I wonder how y'all feel if you seen my mortality abruptly come to an end
Y'all need to think a lil more about when you approach me for discussion
Because a smile could be broken and my brain insanely corrupted
But that's nor here nor that and don't dare ask me questions
Cause unless ya name is god I refuse to give you any confessions
This just a pen of the top and a writing to ease my soul
Feel the condensation from my breath as I naturally speak real cold
I embrace being a killer and more so undefined
Just after 27 years I finally enjoy my unfinished design
The build up will kill you if you think holding it in is the answer
And the truth will set you free but lies kill ya slow like cancer
Thinking "so many questions"
Never enough answers
Maybe I need clarity from one of my past dancers
Maybe the angels are singing and the melody soothes my heart
Maybe I get off in ripping everyone apart
Maybe I'm a lair and my bad guy act will soon expire
Maybe I'm open minded but misery I just hired
Maybe this is all a front and I command some attention
Maybe I left out her name cause pathetic doesn't deserve a mention
Maybe I'm smarter than you know and I'm 2 steps ahead of ya
Maybe I'm real dumb and can't understand any of ya
Maybe it's a diversion and I'm waiting on my conversion to turn into the moment that no one thought was certain
Well close the curtains
Cause I'm done with this and my pens dried up
I'm tired of pretending to care and give anymore f$&ks;
This isn't a threat nor a warning
That style kinda gets boring
This a piece letting the world know your bullish!t I'll be ignoring
Cause I worked on myself and will continue to do so forever - for me
I just need y'all to stop and let simply do me
Cause I ain't causing any harm and enjoying being alone and keeping to myself
I don't need anyone's concerns nor anyone's help
Hellopoetry hush ya mouth and no need to pay recognition
Most of you write the same thing and can't even pay recognition
To an east who's off the leash and your sorrow
Is what he feast
If you have a problem with me come and test out my teeth
I'll roam and I'll roar I'll swim and I'll soar
I'll listen to the voices in my head who say "you suck and do more!"
And remain to get better
Push on and get stronger
This my last piece for you all
I don't care to write anymore
The pen can't take it any longer
And I'm gone
Joe burden - Eminem inspired piece - just showcasing my strong words and punchlines here. Last one.
What should you do with a second-hand muse--
inspiration spent, and by his mistress abus’d?:
Feed him some grapes under cliffsides and clouds,
sit him under a tree; read him verses aloud.
Make him a spectre of love unrequited,
tell him of enemies that you’d like smited.
Recount transgressions, and triumphs and losses;
ponder Cruel Fate and the luck of coin tosses.
Tell him of all of your sins now excused--
how the Judge and the Jury have been recused.
And that any dream, urge, or whim can be used--
but you simply cannot go on as a-mused.
kill all artificial lights
no natural causes but
fake lights for true dark
blackest of blacks
like charred tree bark
leave but one imposter
glowing in the gloom
just pale enough
to write onto
and that's my door to you