" That's just me "
You’ll hear her say
" I am lesser than beautiful "
I refuse to believe that
I am of worth
What exactly am I?
A courageous soul who is unapologetically herself
Well, the truth is
I look in the mirror to only see
My reflections disappoint
No longer can I say that
My beauty radiates from within
now read from bottom to top
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
I've loved many boys
With different colored eyes
But the way I remember them is
By the shape of their hands
The way their thumbs curved
Or how their palms felt against my own
The weight of them on my thighs
Or how they ran through my hair
The times they zipped up my dress
And settled on my shoulders
The moments when they grazed my own
As they handed me my keys
The motion of them as they spoke
And the motionless of them when they were silent
The smoothness of them in the beginning
And the calluses after time had passed
Sometimes, I forget the faces of these boys
Or the way their voice sounded over the phone
But I'll never forget the way it felt
With their hands intertwined in my own
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 3:46 PM UTC
You are beautiful
You are tremendously beautiful
You are marvelously beautiful
You are astonishingly beautiful
You are magnificently beautiful
You are breathtakingly beautiful
Inner and outer
You are beautiful
You are the definition of Beauty
Or shall I say, what is Beauty compared to you
What is Beauty compared to you ?
It feels shy and ashamed when I describe you
A weak meaning it has when I describe you
A meaningless meaning it has when I describe you
Never existed it wishes when I describe you
You are beautiful
For your beauty I searched
Every language ever lived
And every word ever existed
And the romantic era that occurred
Could not find a way to describe your beauty
Could not find a way to tell the world about your beauty
You are beautiful
Vocabulary will be invented
Words never existed
To the dictionaries will be added
In the dictionaries will live
In the lovers tongues will breath
To describe your beauty
The one and the only beauty
The living and the dead will forget about Cleopatra
Because your beauty is ultra
A new period will start, The Beauty Era
Your era
--Hisham Alshaikh
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC
Easy girl, you stole something.
Can you return my death please?
I need it more than anything.
More than life.
Emptiness is eating up my lost soul,
so if you don't plan
on putting me in the next grave,
at least hurt me more,
for it's coldness and death that I crave,
above love and kindness.
You stole, you free, you destroy.
I have to face my fate,
I have to **** the bird to feel alive again,
to bring my long-lost misery back home
where it belongs.
And it belongs with me!
So would you please scream?
Would you ******* scream?
Crush a skull and swallow the pieces,
I need the greed and hunger deep in my bones.
I am not a mother, I don't love.
But I can destroy,
I can vanish
and I can feel the last rip on my skin,
dragging me down in my own
personal perfect agony.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
I don't want to dance, I just want to feel the floor like it's shaking me to death.
I don't want to die, I just want the earth to swallow me like a hero treats his wife.
I don't want to talk, I just want to feel a different heart against mine all time of the year.
I don't want to brag, I just want to show you my intese trust.
I don't want to hit you, I just want to remember why I can't have children.
I don't want to see your face, I just want to imagine your death over a waspnest.
I don't want to write, I just want to stay alive.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
every night i softly cry
eat an apple, hope to die
you've left me here, so red and flushed
im waiting for you, but i feel rushed
the bleeding heart slips from my grasp
i run to catch it in a dash
but only you can break its fall
and as it hits, I slowly crawl
to you.
adieu.
goodbye,
sweet lie.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.
No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:06 AM UTC
My death will be liberating.
And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.
No.
I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you
that I do not know what is going
to happen next.
You see,
there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality
and
I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve
being awake.
And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and
the hung-over idea
of not being enough.
It is all out of my hands.
It is all out of time.
And the only thing I have left to do,
now,
is decide.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:05 AM UTC
I'm sitting here,
Lost among the
Static shadows of
A slumbering morning,
And while the world
Blinks awake
I'm left wondering
When my head
Will finally succumb
To sleep.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC