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Oct 17 · 131
Whiplash
Anisah Oct 17
Herbal teas and remedies
And clocks that tick and funny bits
And sharks that bite and clouds at night
And flowers yellow and singing mellow
And smiles warm and watching dawn
And hugging tight and feeling right
And drooping low and going slow
And talking loud and missing out
And waiting there and tearing hair
And crying catch and screaming match
And shoulders taught from things we ought
To know not to do



Patience is a virtue.

-Anisah Mariah
Oct 1 · 176
Empty dunes
Anisah Oct 1
Beyond the piles of fractured rocks
And the dunes that echo empty
Lies no more songs of the wind
Or any fruits of pleanty
The sky it darkens so much so
That the nocturnes all come out
But not a star nor moon is there
Just black fog seeping out
The trees are withered well and good
From poison tears that fall
The creatures move - mirages
Of what they were before it all
No more ocean and no more skies
When plastic people pester please
The forges of nature overrun
With men of metal and guys of greed

- Anisah Mariah
Anisah Oct 1
Like skin stretching across sallow bones
Pulled tight and taut and throwing stones,
A glass house shatters so you build one of bricks.
Stack them high and keep them fixed.

- Anisah Mariah
Oct 1 · 72
Alien
Anisah Oct 1
The alien faces, the alien words
The feet of the ages
They run with the herd
Your face is covered
Your eyes are grey
You seem to be hiding your soul away
Your smile is false like distant dreams
Dreams seen through a mirror
Distorted and demeaned
Your words are familiar
Yet we've never met
You seem to have a personality debt.

- Anisah Mariah
Mar 16 · 169
Bread knife
Anisah Mar 16
Just like a serrated knife,
she can cut through the crisp exterior
to reveal the weightless clouds that bubble underneath.

- Anisah Mariah
Mar 16 · 81
The foolhards
Anisah Mar 16
Why?
Because you're falling in love.

- Anisah Mariah
Mar 16 · 46
The Lovers
Anisah Mar 16
Heart-to-Heart
Soul-to-Soul
Palm-to-Palm
The lovers know
The tangled trees
The branch that grows
The apples ripe
The rhythm flows
The ocean wide
The seashells glow
The sun that fades
The gracious doe
It runs with the wind
And watches the show

-Anisah Mariah
Mar 16 · 48
Counting with gunshots
Anisah Mar 16
Lining up in rows waiting for the music,
Dancing in the puddles counting seconds, counting bruises.
Waiting for forever for a never ending cause,
Wishing for a well that's filled with open windows open doors.
The sky is thickening with the things that have been done;
Leaking with regrets of present thoughts, it might be fun!
As the tone is drumming, the sprinters run off blind
But when the drumming stops, oh the horrors you will find.
One leg in front another and before you know you'll fly,
But the angels don't take killers, manipulated or the wry.
Saving all the people living in your narrow minded view,
The angels that you follow will make demons out of you.
Mar 16 · 130
The Rivers
Anisah Mar 16
The thing about the river,
is it takes away your pain,
absorbing all yout tragedies
and locking them far away.

I've got black holes in my memories
from where the river rushed.
Left behind all I find
is a minefield drenched in dust.

The thing about the river,
is it gives you memories new,
fills up with a distraction
to stop you falling through.

Because millions of fragments
are enough to peice together
a distorted crystalisation
of a time when things were better.

Yes the thing about the river,
is it's not a simple fete.
It takes your childhood in hands
and plasters it complete.

- Anisah Mariah
The river of childhood - protecting your mind from all those who could harm you, including your own memories.
Mar 16 · 193
Fingernails
Anisah Mar 16
There's dirt under my fingernails
There's pen marks on my hand
I don't know how they got there
I just don't understand
I'm curled up in a corner
My stomach is tied in knots
There's something crawling in my throat
I can't connect the dots
I've lost the feeling in my arm
From clutching it to my head
Crying up the distance
That they should ahve made instead
Faintly in the backdrop
They simmer in something mean
I wash my hand with soapy water
But the marks can still be seen
All I hear are glasses
They smash towords the floor
All I smell is putrid gas
From the night out just before
I'm getting kind of sleepy
And we're past the midnight mark
But it's difficult to dream
When the dreams you made are dark
But nontheless I'm sleeping
I move but make no sound
And I wake up in the morning
There's empty bottles all around
I don't know what happened to you
Because the laughter falls like sand
But there's dirt under my fingernails
And pen marks on my hands.

- Anisah Mariah
Apr 2018 · 183
Images
Anisah Apr 2018
When I was one I looked into the mirror,
I saw a blank canvas,
Begging for paint to ink the surface
And etch deep into itself.
I remember the hope of opportunities
When I realized what I’ll be.
I’ll be whatever I want to be,
And maybe more.

When i was three I looked into the mirror,
All I saw was a wide smile,
It was warm and comforting.
Maybe I miss that smile a bit.
I contemplate the joy,
Joy that steamed from fear
Of hate that I overcame.
It has always been my proudest moment.

When I was five I looked into the mirror.
I saw the excitement in my eyes,
Anticipating the first day of school,
With a curiosity not seen.
It was almost as obvious
As when I first told a story.
Nothing was able to beat the jubilation
Of my very own world.

When I was thirteen I looked into the mirror,
the picture was too distorted to see.
Sometimes I thought I could sense
a hint of that smile I used to have
Other times, the mirror waterfalled,
Reflecting all the self worth I felt.
My heart dropped to my stomach,
The waterfall was bare.

Now I am seventeen I look into the mirror
I see a crossroads with two paths,
one lit up with starlight,
tempting me with the universe ahead.
I can hear the thud of my excitement,
- it beats ferociously.
I can feel a tingling sensation
- the regret of the other road.

When I am twenty five, I’ll look into the mirror.
I want to see the independence,
Of a young woman,
Learning what I passion for.
I want to see a beauty,
In the thirst for knowledge,
And the drive for time
Pushed along in every country that I visit.

When I am fourty-two I’ll look  into the mirror.
I want to see a family,
So light-hearted, cosy and fun.
A house unlike the one I grew up in.
I want to bathe in the warmth of the sun,
As laughter echoes in the air
Coaxed from my heart
From the melodies that make cities grow.

But I wait for the day when I’ll look into the mirror,
And barley give it a second glance.
Because I’ll know how fruitless it is.
There is nothing that a mirror can tell me that I don’t already know.
Even if I look and the image is distorted,
Or faded from the withering of the seams,
I wait for when I’ll know it’s okay.
Because an image is the only thing I see.
-Anisah Mariah
The stages of life, how I feel each time I look into a mirror.
Jan 2018 · 262
Scribo Vivere
Anisah Jan 2018
I may not be able to move mountains,
with my hands ******* behind my back.
But I can make it weep with avidity,
and I will make an ocean out of that.
I may not be able to build bridges,
with bitter bones brittle with my pride.
But maybe I can transport the cities,
with words of life when living life has died.
I may not be able to change a world-wide problem,
when my knees quiver at the mention of the word.
But maybe I inspire a word of one too many,
with galaxies of intrepid fears and woes are heard.
I may not be able to see tumultuous thunder,
when the clouds strike across the mourning sky.
But when I'm not speaking more words are spoken,
the lightning can be heard from deep inside.
I cannot fly nor swim nor crawl,
when my every limb is bound.
But I can write meaning I can live,
in every single universe not found.

-Anisah Mariah
Jan 2018 · 92
When the world ends.
Anisah Jan 2018
"When this world finally collapses, a new one shall build and rise from its ashes."
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"When the old world can end:
No blood shall be seized
And no sorrows exploited for selfish demeans."

                                                      ­       "When the new world can speak:
                                                          ­          it shall speak its name to me,
                                       it shall cry with temptation, envy and need."

"When the old world will burn:
it will light up a passion
and inspire a nation of lonely abstraction."

                                                  ­         "When the new world shall dance:
                                                          ­            it shall dance with its sisters
                                            a union protected by hand held conviction
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Our world was a reality, not destiny, but true
and this new world only lasts 8 hours and a few.
But the situation of imagination deprivation, this is dire.
So shut your eyes and let your mind rest for a while.
That night will come and this day will pass.
A universe painted and a galaxy grasped.
This is as season, its a feeling, its a wish,
The hope for the future is this dream that exists.

-By Anisah Mariah
Anisah Dec 2017
The worst sight I can see is a blank page;
the white sheet void of any substance but unspoken words,
because these words seem to drown me
and poison my lips with an itch
that echoes through my fingertips.
There's no space to hear
and there's no sounds to see,
and yet this is when everything fits.
It's like a driving force, an ache, and a pain.
Its hurts and stabs and wails to be satisfied,
but when it is it smiles and swims and flies.
It moves with the rhythm of my heart,
it doesn't fill the space but how can it fill itself.
Despite the melancholy feeling it can leave me with,
there's something quite therapeutic in
the swish and sprint of the pen as it glides past.
A whirlwind of calamities.
But good calamities.
I pick up the pen.
I am breathing and suffocating all at once
and its like opening your eyes for the first time.
A whoosh of self-confidence injects itself into my veins
and seeps through my scalp.
There's no other point in time,
except for when the letters sing,
that I feel so true,
and so wholly me.
It is in this moment that my head
is sitting on a roundabout
and laying on the grass underneath a willow tree.
What is that life that explodes onto the trees beneath my hands?
Its a vibrant detonation of every colour imaginable,
every thought thinkable,
and every life liveable.
Nothing and everything is written.
The pen slips from my grasp.
Its spell is over.
Now, I feel alone.

-Anisah Mariah
Nov 2017 · 152
A Thorned Rose
Anisah Nov 2017
the thorns of a rose,
they give such a sweeter truth
than the petals do.

-By Anisah Mariah
Nov 2017 · 365
To fellow Pacifists
Anisah Nov 2017
Beyond these thick and earthy browns
Past the muted greens and river dams
Lies the skin forewarn of many few
Holds the chatter far past due.

Here they lay in beds of tears
Made from the anguish of their peers
Not one heart, the beats are mere
How can they breathe when no-one can hear.

Incantations spoken, memories cried
Why do they act like someone has died?
No-one has passed, No-one is dead
She must have a poor, false, clouded head.

If we are the people that live when we die
How can we live if we all survive?
How can we speak when our enemies fall?
When the truth is unveiled, salvage us all.

To win and to victor are two different things.
Whats winning when winners live through the slings?
Whats being a victor when victors always fall?
It's a concept when enemies are made of us all.

Every body buried is another body burned.
Every body buried is a lesson not learnt.
A lesson taught from the beginings of time
And a lesson ignored past the world's decline.

Don't shrug your shoulders, don't join in the cheer
These people they murdered, slaughtered and feared.
They ruined the lives of innocent new
Innocent old and the revered few.

Spilling blood in revenge or prevention of cause
Still stains your hands with that guilty remorse.
So don't be fooled by the excuses they make
Slaughter is laughter with and S and a take.

-By Anisah Mariah
Nov 2017 · 479
The power of smiles
Anisah Nov 2017
Millions and billions
Of smiles passed
Everyday
A twitch of the lips
A giggle
And a laugh
Why is it that
Even though the sun
Is full
My chest is still empty
My heart fallen
My stomach is full

-By Anisah Mariah
Anisah Nov 2017
Those who adhere to the sturborness
Of those little hurtful words
Will be blinded by their ignorance
And by hatered of their cause
Those who scream hallalugieh
as the tears escape their eyes
like the water flowing down their cheeks
is the evidence of life
they’ve proven guilty of those deeds
and now they wash away
how dare those few who look and laugh
then come and expect to play
They cannot play their games with us
Then play our games with them
How dare they insult the broken pride
And live without it again.
Call me a  thread about to break
But I know I am unlike it see
I  am not what you call
An oppertunity
I am not as fragile as the glass that smashes on the floor. I am not as fragile as the waves that crash upon the shore. I am not as breakable as you who cries when I ignore. I am not mine nor yours nor his nor hers. I am simply on the floor. But that’s not the thing that you should be scared of. Its when I rise from fall. I will scream and shout and laugh and cry.  From my lungs fury high. And some fury more. The passion dance will ignite and explode upon the core.
I will not be below your feet.
I am not inferior.
I am whoever, watever, whenever.
So let me steer my own course.

-By Anisah Mariah

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