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farah-hizoune
farah-hizoune
Moroccan 'I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.' - Nietzsche / / @farahhnuff / __xx, F.
In 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 But I wasn’t quick enough and now your entire body is etched permanently into my mind In that space that doesn’t allow love To be held And as I remind myself that great *** does not equal great love, But that great love always equals great pain, I know that great wars were started under the guise that it does
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
dumb ***** chronicles
Do you remember When we were young And hopeless And we thought We were invincible? Until the rotten world Gnawed on us Like infinity waves Crashing over and over On summer sun-blanched bones And whittled us down To nothing but forgotten sand
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
Child's Play
My 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
May 29, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
may 29, 2016
Life 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
Apr 5, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Untitled
I'd rather be the moon For she can be gazed upon without the blinding pain of the suns' corona She is noxious in the darkness Autumnal, cold and grievous Hanging there heavily, lush and languorous Like the womb of the world, she guides the ebb and flow of life Selenic and motherly, She is fertile and ever changing Her surface is cratered with millennia of wear, but she still glows beautifully, unaffected, like a goddess of the night
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Ides of October
he'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 the songs we've sung all just say your name now i'm in a white room and it's full of you to the brim i hate it i'm in paris and we have never been and yet you haunt me and yet you're here i am insane and i am alone and still you are behind me whispering things you've said over and over things ive only imagined but i know you've thought in mauregard by night you float across the ceiling the emptiness of obsession is all im feeling
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
my first night in Paris
You'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 In and out You're the feeling of bad tires on a slippery road The exhalation of a close encounter A statuesque vision of false hope and love and a queasy stomach I want to devour your mouth with my mouth You make my eyes hazy with lustful thoughts It's an addiction to temptation You're perfection at 4AM forever on my mind We are just two beautiful terrible creatures Aching for freedom and each other and that's all that will ever matter
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
art is all that will ever matter farah
Her heart is violent and true Her teeth are always showing A grimace or a smile Three cheers to never knowing Her soul is violet and blue Her dependency is growing Another word is penned from bile The palest moon is glowing Her body is strung out over you Her blood is overflowing
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
a tiny poem
I 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 I am worth more than average **** and quick slamming into I am deserving of rose petals and soft red lighting, slow motion tracing of my frame and delicate looks of consuming affection I am deserving of all the words and sonnets and letters and limericks, Of cherry trees planted in my honor and stars bearing my namesake I am not the crumbling Berlin Wall or the heartbreak of war I am not loneliness embodied or vagrants on the *** I am royalty and compassion and organic kindness I am the sweet and salty breeze blowing from the east and the golden blood of a sunset in the west I am a galaxy and you are just a star I am everything that you don't ******* deserve
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
what i am
I've been a bad girl And I've kept pieces of you Parts that I've taken And bits that you've given I hide under my pillow your eyes, well, what's left The strings of your coarse hairs in a weft Your palms are at the bottom of my shower drain The teeth in a box I can barely contain There are flecks of your heart still stuck in my hair And no matter how I much I brush they stay there I keep your initials At the back of my mind And your chest leaves a permanent pressure against mine Your words made of gold I can hardly define These are the pieces I hope you don't mind You haven't noticed them yet you haven't bothered the find The chunks of your soul that I kept for the hole You made when you Left me behind
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
a poem