I think I might be too tired
To be outraged.
I want to stand on my head and
Hands in front of the moon just
Clearing the horizon, and make
Myself into a peace-sign.

The only flag I wish to paste
Over my facebook profile picture
Is a huge, white one.
No more. Please.
Peace.
But all I can do is waste whispers

Underneath the raging roars of
Bloodthirst, revenge and hearts
Vocalizing the pain of their lost
Limbs.
Too tired to be angry.
Too dry to cry.

Victims. Aren't we all?
I draw November air
And exhale something like a
Prayer, as my loved ones walk to
And from work and school like
Potential bulls-eyes in the

Eyes of pure, ******* evil.
I'd cover a grenade
For any one of them. But for now
I stand against the rising moon
Like a capital "I", then
Put my dot of a heart

On the ground directly
Before me, looking
To the skies.
Furiously fatigued; a tired
Human exclamation
Mark.

When your riches
Are measured in shades of green,
the rainbow is never as bright.

When you spend your time
Looking down on others,
You miss the beauty of the stars.

When you count your coffers
Not your blessings
Infinity is but a dream.

I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
BOEMS BY JA 417

you are leading me softly
into deep blues and tangled sheets
quiet impressions of your past loves and their crooked teeth
while you, hang me in yours:
golden molars set on a house of cards
(This dissipates and collides)
and you don't breathe you smoke
pouring grey all out into the empty space
skin meets air meets time meets space
you spit ash and I reevaluate
the space between our hands
spiraling again
you tell me to open my eyes and take it all in
your hands on my waist
my hands turning tight
catch and combust
collide and spark your apathy
I burry myself in the face of the ocean
swirling slate hushed under the seabed
the wanting comes in waves as I'm drifting after you
this longing eats holes in my favorite shirts and breaks like the wings of the tender creatures of the night
wasn't their fault they were just drawn to the light in your teeth
and the feeling compels that as the waves break neither of us can remain
I'm just tripping after
deep blues and tangled sheets
quiet impressions of your past loves and their crooked teeth
just hang it and hang me in yours.

You'll see your fault eventually
maybe a year
maybe an hour
but all you see for now
is a missed call at **6:50

We are the Failure, Cowards and Conditioned Leaders,
We face the future with warm courage and high hope.
We don't want to wake up and face the music,
as we keep sticking with old and precious values,
For we are the destroyer of homes,
homes for a future that we can't seem to get our hands on,
homes where living will be the expression of everything,
but like that is good and fair,
this shan't be that,
how we hope, future homes hold,
truth and love and security and faith will be realities,
but like all dreams,
we wake and see its not a reality,
We are the Failure, Cowards and Conditioned Leaders,
as we face the future with warm courage and high hope.
for nothing good will come from our race.

Hate
Fate
Escape
Tape
My
Mouth
Shut
I can't
Shut
Up
Because
I was
Tied
Down
For no
Heard
Sound's
I'm
A
Victim
Of
Abuse.
I
Took
A bullet
Bit the string of
Shoes,
Punched
Kicked
Called
*****
****,
*****
Now
I'm
Unchain­ed
No longer
Shut up:
Open
Claimed,
By god
Better
By the world
Who cares for it.
No one needs the world
I know I dont.

~
Try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
Lost myself in the colorful days,
But Comes back again and again

In the beach seems not at comes back to the
Appears as the illusive silhouette
Comes back again to the shade of trees,
At the rolls along a curve of path
Space between thoughts,
Among the laps of forgotten days

To get back to the rhythm of life,
In the dialectics of stone and emotion
Among the mistakes,
When to walk alone in the dark

In the Joy,
In the hopeless romance
In the morning sun,
Even after the end of the day when gone

Any valentine song that comes to sudden evening
When the juncture of poetry in the transition
In the morning tune of birds ,
Even as the floating autumnal white clouds in the sky

Comes back with the thirst of words
In the Lust, anger, huff  
With the whispering of fallen dry leaves of spring
Again in dreams as my most beloved

Comes back with the feelings of happiness
Unfortunately the rain undertone of pain
The hope of getting beyond the horizon
Either in the territory of the infinity

Yet try to forget!
But even for a moment, I couldn't
~
@Musfiq us shaleheen