Caien Musharraf

Caien Musharraf May 2020

I'm a tulip on the side of that lake
That beautiful lake
That today has become blood
Thought that flood could erase me
But it is hard to become dead
Red was my color
You once say me there
Do you remember
In that sad aoura you would grieve
Not for me but for yourself
Then at a distance you would see me
And all else wouldn't matter
Then with a smile, with that smile
That glimmer of joy and hope
Buried deep down somewhere in your heart
Will again start to flood
Then in that future when you will be joyful
I bet you'd be glad I was there

#psydellic

May 2020

Tupac Shakur

The Rose That Grew From Concrete

Did you hear about the rose that grew From a crack in the concrete?
Provin nature's laws wrong
It learned to walk without having feet
Funny it seems but by keeping its Dreams
It learned to breathe FRESH air
Long live the rose that grew from Concrete
When no one else even cared

The Rose is a metaphor for Tupac himself and the concrete symbolic of the ghettos he grew up in.

#2pac #tupac

May 2020

Katie

Not okay

My mental health is not doing okay.
I’m not doing okay.
But i pretend I’m okay.
I’ll be okay.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Maybe.
I’m fine.
It’s fine.
Everything is fine.

#mental #health #not #okay #fine #hopefully #maybe #sad #depression #loss

May 2020

Sara

like the back of my hand

I swore that I knew you
just like the back of my hand
every blemish, every freckle,
every scar, was you

But now
My blemishes begin to even out
My freckles, rearranging themselves
And any old scars are fading.

#love #life #confused #relationships #past #hands #breakup #scars #freckles

Caien Musharraf May 2020

Waking Dream

The green tunnel
In a dream
I think, was it
Mint flavor and methamphetamine
Lurking in my thoughts
Those visions still give a rough ache
Being a passenger is a punishable offense
Dreams casting shadow over reality
From the dawn of time to its dusk line
Questions remain
Untie the folds of time
Soul still remains
And will remain
'I' and the 'infinite I'
Let soul taste the taste of death
But I will wake back in Barzakh
Till then I wait
Sigh
And see paradise in my dreams
Sitting there along the stream
The Grim Reaper

Caien Musharraf May 2020

Vortioxentine

Darkness
Every where I see faith is lost
Are we free?
Even under God's own tree
Every where I see truth is tossed
I know you too are lost
I know you are
Deep down one can see that scar
You know it
Sometimes heart and mind are divorced
You feel it
Soft cool chills running down the back
You know
Have to deal with this mental plaque
You have to find that floss within you
And toss all pain out

""Every bird flies in it's own way, Eagles like Eagles and Crows like crows ""

Feb 2020

raphæl

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#dialogue #haiku #575 #image #poetry #music #language