Everything I touch turns to flies.
He called me Magic Eyes,
but didn't hesitate to forget
and get scared like all the rest I've met.
Who wants to be a fly anyway?
Everything I touch feels like gun metal.
Cold and deadly
This expensive paint brush
is a trigger I crush
everyday:
A sharp accessory medley.
Everything I touch enters my blood stream
and feels only like a dream
where you made me scream
and drive away.
My cells thrive on bribes anyway.
I just want to scream
Scream at her
Scream at her family
Collapse on the sea floor of my own tears
Drown in front of them
Die with one last scream in my lungs
Save that scream for God
Scream at God for letting this happen to me
WHY GOD?! WHY ME? WHY US? WHY HER?
And He will calmly tell me everything happens to make us stronger in the Lord
And I will Scream
All the way down to Hell
Not to Heaven. Thats where she is. I want to avoid her for the rest of eternity
But really I just need to scream
Blood of the innocent,
Tears of the innocent,
Pleading on their knees,
Begging not to die,
Five bullets to the chest then onto the next,
The hot lead piercing lungs,
My time is up,
I follow those who go up,
I am given orders,
KILL ALL WHO ARE A THREAT,
I murdered innocent people...
Lives wasted for oil,
The children scream as they see DEATH,
They surrender but their blood stains the ground around them,
From the holes in their chest,
An automatic riffle at my chest...
I'm innocent until proven guilty,
Where are these people's trials...
Where are these people's trials?
I'm not a soldier
Blood of the innocent,
Tears of the innocent,
Pleading on their knees,
Begging not to die,
Five bullets to the chest then onto the next,
The hot lead piercing lungs,
My time is up,
I follow those who go up.
I am given orders,
KILL ALL WHO ARE A THREAT,
I murdered innocent people...
Lives wasted for oil
The children scream as they see DEATH,
They surrender but their blood stains the ground around them,
From the holes in their chest,
An automatic riffle at my chest...
I'm innocent until proven guilty,
Where are these people's trials...
Where are these people's trials?
I'm not a soldier
Blood of the innocent,
Tears of the innocent,
Pleading on their knees,
Begging not to die,
Five bullets to the chest then onto the next,
The hot lead piercing lungs,
My time is up,
I follow those who go up.
I am given orders,
KILL ALL WHO ARE A THREAT,
I murdered innocent people...
Lives wasted for oil
The children scream as they see DEATH,
They surrender but their blood stains the ground around them,
From the holes in their chest,
An automatic riffle at my chest...
I'm innocent until proven guilty,
Where are these people's trials...
Where are these people's trials?
I'm not a soldier
I felt as cold as ice when i saw you with her.
I did not scream, i did not shout, i did not cry,
all i wanted was to die.
Without shyness you looked at me,
your eyes full of betrayal,
like a predator trying to catch its prey.
When i was running away from you,
you lied to me that you are regretting for losing me.
SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU AND GO BACK TO YOU?
that is a question without an answer to.
MOZA MAHMOUD
Like the broken wing of songbird, my head hangs limply about my shoulders. Bowed in resignation, I pay homage to powers I can no longer resist nor deny. Reluctantly, I allow my skin to soak in this broken, gray home I’ve built for myself. Like bathwater that’s gone cold, it offers no comfort; and like a tree’s sap, it clings to me.
My health has been stolen from this young body. I have submitted; the flame of fight died long ago and the memory of its light has finally sputtered out. With true darkness comes a plague baring the pit that grows in my gut and the lump that chokes the air from my throat. And as my lungs catch fire, they scream for my heart – crying out for help. A heart full of blood to put out the flames that lick their way up soft, pink tissue, but there is no relief to be found. There is no heart full of blood, only a note that says, “Looking for greener pastures. I’ll be sure to send a postcard.”
I don't believe in God.
I believe in dark skinned girls
That scream Leviticus at the two
Teenagers on my second bus home.
I believe in my mother heaving
Her woes while my father
Tells me to change the channel and
Stop being so bad at life, as though
Theres a syllabus I never studied which
Teaches you that the expensive apples
Are the sweetest and the 60c ones
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
I believe that you can be bad at math
But good at physics because you know
That a stone thrown from x will weigh c
And therefore get to y within k amount
Of time.
Y being you and c being me, naturally.
I believe that chewing on foil is bad
For your mouth but is a stress reliever
For all the times that your work has
Been ripped up and then thrown
Back at your face, as if symbolising
Your entire eduction.
I believe that there is a light at the
End of this tunnel but you've got to
Hold my hand while we feel the walls
For a switch.
Click.
Two cups of tea still a chill in my bone better make porridge and un plug the phone child sleeping still .. dog on my bed .. fucking fuck got to clear my head turn on the shower untangle my hair shake my body from it's lair i prefer night who said morning was great i am going to be late unlock the gate scream out the driveway like a banchee on heat scrape the car on the way more red paint run up those stairs and when at the top stop! Breathe! enter the temple light the candles and wait .. i may be a healer but fuck i am late!
My old friend,
My one that got away.
My number one fan.
My one thing certain.
Why?
Why did you do it?
Steal this from me,
I want to scream to whereever you are.
All of the things I should have.
Ive never felt so guilty,
If I had more time,
I wanted time with you.
I wanted a hug, to hear your voice.
It's gone now.
We had this amazing bond.
You loved me unconditionally I know.
Why, why didn't I show you it back enough.
I am so scared to never have you in my life again.
I am awake hoping you know.
I haven't slept in days.
Every song reminds me of you
And I break down.
You didnt have to do it you know.
I wish you would have showed up at my door.
I beg to let this be a nightmare.
Please, please have your face shaking me awake.
Please let me see your grin and hear your voice.
Please fill this emptiness I have had since they told me.
Please.
You couldn't have ended your life.
You couldn't have stolen your amazing self from the world.
I knew you as one of my first loves,
I knew you as a best friend.
I knew you as a passionate secret.
I loved it all.
