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What are they saying?
This simply cannot be!
These rumors are spreading
Do you know how much this hurt me?

All those kisses and
I love you's
Were they all lie?
I cannot even express
How I feel
All I could do is cry.
Have you ever
Needed someone
So bad

Yet they aren't willing
To make it last

Sometime you gotta lose
To win again
Every year I grow older
I realized
How old I am
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 Dec 2014 Gul e Dawoodi
ElinaD
Estranged and confused I entered a town,
with eyes of curiosity I looked around,
Familiar some faces my vision could fetch,
Anxiety I saw throughout the stretch.

Amidst nowhere I found myself,
To get some help I asked a friend,
Neither she saw me, nor smiled, nor said,
astounded by her gesture I was perplexed.

There was a child playing in a nook,
I went to him with a hopeful look,
To ensure myself I repeated twice,
He too couldn't see me, to my surprise!

Like a vagabond, I roamed alone,
Deserted I felt, no hand to hold,
Why can't they hear me, nor get my sight?
This thought got me goosebumps, increased my fright.

I came across a creek, in my lonely search
I ran near water, to quench my thirst,
Stunned I was on getting the glimpse
There was no reflection, myself I missed!!

This town is world and I am life,
alone we are born and alone we die,
people may not see you or hear your heart,
Stay close to God and share your thought.
This world gives nothing, all done is in vain
Expect from God, a reward for each pain.

"Don't change yourself for the world around,
'Cause if you lose yourself, you won't be found!"
 Dec 2014 Gul e Dawoodi
ElinaD
In the depth of our existence, the ‘real us’ dwells,
which often remains untouched, ofttimes unspelled.

Don’t empower the peeps to impose their thoughts,
Be the brainchild of your conviction and you’d be sought.

Books that ****** ideas and structure our notion,
Make us go astray from our real aspiration.

Don’t let the world dilute your soul;
You are a born sierra, not a trivial knoll!
-Elina Dawoodani
 Dec 2014 Gul e Dawoodi
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it isn't all black and white
the choke-hold of history

shades of red and brown
paint the scenery, too

the documented imagery
forgotten in the fray

a little big horn playing mournful
songs as the cavalry marches on
to the tune of galleons and guns


no passport required
when the port was young

émigré and immigrant
displacing native sons

who also once were pilgrims
breathing in the sun.
12/4/14
7/6/18: and again, the choke-hold of history, of misery, Democracy smoldering under a bright orange sky lit by a Trumpster Dumpster trash fire.
Today I am alone,
Sick with a temperature of 100,
Left here to care for myself,
Left to neglect myself,
For no one else is willing to take challenge,
Challenge of loving me and caring for me,
So I lay alone with cold shivers shooting down my spine,
Wishing and wandering amongst thoughts,
Thoughts of if you were here,
Thoughts of why you're not,
So I lay alone drifting into sleep,
With sleep I'm no longer sick but you're here,
Dreams of you every moment I rest my tired eyes,
I will dream of you,
Wishing and wandering,
I will think of you.
It's all an act,
The smiles I send to those that pass me in the hall,
The ex girlfriends I once said I loved,
The laughs and chuckles,
Almost any conversation that someone holds meaning to,
It was all an act,
There is only one person in this god forsaken world;
A single person I didn't have to put on an act for,
That person was you,
But when I took off my mask,
Showed my true face you turned the other way,
In silence you left me naked with no mask to hide me,
All the truth came out and I'm left in silence,
Still loving you through this pain,
Still there when you are in trouble,
Always thinking of and loving you,
With my emotion loose,
Running ramped through my heart,
Like a wild animal through a burning jungle,
My mask broken now,
The act must go on,
I will go on...
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