Tender whispers spark up my spine
Whispers of sorrow
My thoughts hollow
And your ears crave a sentence or two
You listen
No one listens
But you do
Vocals open their arms
You passionately grab them
Embrace their effect
You listen
I'd tell you how I'm missing a touch
But it'd be to bliss to love
-gz
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Time will pass
You will grow and your free will
Will soon become a figment of your imagination
I beg you, presume yourself
Become something you never expected to be
Make it a continuation
Their double standards aren't obligated upon your shoulders
They will never be your burden
No obligations
-gz
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
We had history
Twisted with mysteries and untold truths
Rivers of awkward silences and unspoken of confessions
Days of you at my house within my walls
Creating an intimate atmosphere
That soon began to fall
After I told you I was going far
But it wasn't confirmed
You were so quick to assume
And drop everything that was so bliss
You never wanted to presume
What you stopped
Except I don't blame you
We all are afraid of random goodbyes
And the thoughts of never having a moment to say 'hi'
Ever again
But since then I refused to pretend that it didnt hurt
It hurt that you quickly wanted to be out of a lurked
But intense relationship/
friendship/ I don't know what the **** it is
And I remember the lips that were so full and tender
Thy only lips I'd ever lock
The only lips that made me question my own sanity
Now I see mere value
And profanity
I'll never forget the (a)fro you use to wear
I never been in so much lust
When you'd walk from a distance
While in public I'd look at you and feel pride
That I'm the girl you loved to hide
And swear it was only cause you cared about my well being
I was deceived to believe in your false seeing
And I waited for you to admit it
But till this day you avoid it
Is it pride?
Or am I just not good enough that I must go back and hide
And even though you apologized
I still have a load of 100 kg of unnecessary pain on my chest
And I hope everyday
That you'd stand by and say
That you are deeply
outrageously
honestly
extremely
sorry
words will always cure me
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
Its every morning
Every evening every night
She forces herself to stand by
Her own mind
She would fight battles and allow the wounds to control her
She was just, honest and full of love
Except she couldn't show it enough
She was chained
From her ankles to her brain
And she would refrain
From ever asking for help
Because she was afraid
Afraid that someone would deny that she is struggling
That someone would hold her and throw her against the room and say
"You are nothing but a narcissist, get out of my way"
She would refrain
Refrain from pulling her words to real life
And creating something that would mock minds
She was afraid to be her
She would throw the prayer mat and begin
To whisper to God how she
Wished he would forgive
Those who have sinned
And help those who will continue to sin
She always hated how she couldn't ask for forgiveness
She felt like she never deserved it
As if she knew she was destined to be away from heaven
She would hear her friends complain about their haters
And envy it because at least they hadn't hated themselves as much as she did
She would read and read and read
On "how to love yourself "
Than recognize how cheesy the steps were
She would sit down and observe the smiles and the supports
The bliss moments everybody was receiving
She envied it for much reasons
Because she could never be how they seemed
She was envious of those who found happiness
Of those who could look in the mirror and find minor flaws but appreciate them
Of those who would do good and look up to God out of sincerity
Hoping the good deed would be full of purity
She envied thy souls
The ones who would grow to be good righteous and compassionate about themselves
She envied how they wouldn't refrain from self-love
She had given up years ago
But a little voice
As small as every molecule in this room
Said to her
' you are boundless from success and love '
You are insincere to yourself
You block the sincere acts that would satisfy u
Because the sincerity in loving yourself lacks
Which makes the love for God be questioned
So much perceptions
And on going denials
You'll be held on the last day like a trial
And have to deal with the mistake
The mistake of being insincere to yourself
The honesty of self-love is missing
Like the sincerity in your actions
And the repenting
The fake smiling and condescending
The on going bragging and contradicting
Whether you're doing good or not
You're misleading yourself to believe you're sincere,
But really you fear the wrath you'll be put in
Like where you currently see Putin
oh, that voice so small but so broad
Making her wanna change everything wrong
Girl you're delusional
Your face is unusual
And your heart is condescending thy unusual
So stop degrading yourself
As if you're responsible for all the trauma being dealt
Like you're the reason why thousands of people were killed
Like you're the reason why your sister has to deal with anxiety attacks once in a while
Enough with the self blame
You take faults in things you weren't able to tame
Your eyes flame with tears and all the lies stream down your face
All the "I'm fine I'm just a bit tired", come down in slow pace
You explode a fearless reaction to self hate
Begin to take your seat and meditate
I don't mean the actual meditation
I mean prayer
Because baby girl now you are a fearless self loving warrior
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
aged 17 started aiming to be the man of his dreams
last year of high school finally he could do good deeds
and not worry about the embarrassing comments
aged 20 second year of uni and now he's boundless from freedom
he studies his Islamic history and engineering
a mind full of knowledge he's beaming
aged 23 graduating at last he dreamed for this moment for years
steps on the stage grabs his diploma
bold Thank You God for this moment
for happiness sake
aged 25 married to the most beautiful bride
promised her years and years of satisfaction
he was going to be a man who loved affection
goals were to raise a family with no negative distractions
loved this beautiful country
lots of liberty and safety
no denying it was near impossible to feel like a threat
there was no trouble
aged 30 had a daughter named her Zayna
beautiful young girl , he knew she had lots for the world
taught her how to read write and be free
a carefree child is all he wanted to see
Zayna grew with open minded views
viewed the beauty of not judging a man who seems as bad as the devil but inside could be like
the ying yang sign
aged 43 Zayna is now 13
witnessing her father loosing his dignity
after every racial comment that comes beneath his ears
he starts to fear
maybe soon he'll be a victim to this racist society all over his surrounding
beard so thick
wet because of his
tears
aged 45 ; 15 years have went by and never has Zayna seen this
her father screams and yells 'im innocent i have not been dealt with these accusations'
'free me please I'm not what you think you see'
Zayna hides behind the door begging God to do something about this horror
aged 46: a year in Guantanamo couldn't get worse than this
he went through beatings
force feedings
psychological torture
his heart is becoming softer
brain is hallucinating
tears are flooding his mind
body's shaking
weaker and weaker
becomes his state
first name is Ahmed
last is Bashir
his mind full of knowledge
his knees weak due to fear
first name is Zayna
last name Bashir
lonely teenager
wishing her father would be there
-gz
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
he woke up at the rise of the sun
heard calls a KKK member feared to be apart of
he inspected his surroundings
made sure no terrorist came along to attack him
performed his morning ablution
simple movements allowing the water to purify his truth
looked up to the sky and heard boom, BOOM
Laila where's Laila , he ran back home searching for the innocent life he opens to
smokey roads smelling like phosphorous and American hate
he speculates
says his prayer searches through blood baths
never looking back
the man who throw they attack throws his daughter in his face
says is this the terrorist you've been raising to be everyday
speculates
eyes filled with fire hating devil connecting lies
terrorist
that's what they called him
after loosing the only love he had
his hate became symbolic
terrorist
they lied to him and deceived him
made him believe this was all for his freedom
they treated him like an agent
although he deserved to be a victim
terrorist
he was just a man who believed in nothing but his faith
he had a family he was once ok
now he walks down the streets where once his family played
and celebrated religious holidays
he searches for what he believes is his enemy
grabs the hand of his worst friend and says
please lets stop the violence
lets pretend as if this wasn't a plan to serve the elite class
please i am only a man i am in grieve
please lets love each other lets not bleed
smacked in the face
exaggerated hate
die you terrorist there's no peace between you and me
-gz
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
he asked why I tried
'nobody is here to witness you try'
with those words I felt my motives my hopes all dye
he grabbed my hand said it was alright
I'm the man who will watch you and cheer
I'm the man who will tell everybody how truthful you are when your tears
drop to the ground and you overcome your fears
I am the man who will pretend to care just so I can see you
be the woman you do not fear to share
but everything you said was all an illusion
cause once I woke up you were just a false vision
-gz
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
The strength
You have when you open that door
Knowing you will be smacked right in the face
But you continue to embrace
The strength
When you speak to your inner demons
That clog your mind with continous
Negative statements
Stabbing the every window to happinesse
You release
You grab them by the neck
And remove their lifeless heads
The strength
When you enter a dark room
Lost and feeling unusual
You stop and
Become familiar with being lost
You are delusional
You are a creation that beats them all
Remind yourself to be humble
Charactersitics , and flaws get you in trouble
But you release the worries
And double your risks
Dont be in no hurry
You are full of strength
You're boundless to many successes
You are unlimited
I love you
Because you are different
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC