The world meets my brain in acidic red
Puffy-eyed, childlike, wrong side of the bed
Swollen feet fumble for steps that seek only
To placate the mind for each baby bird moment

My golden track winds out to the sea
But it's empty
And I'm riding the much simpler bronze one
And not making it easy
Let this be our secret
We messed up, so quick
Pile on the dirt
And don't mark my grave

Search not for an answer
For the meaning is deep
Stare not at the dancer
But at the move of her feet

Pray not for her love
As it is not just to give
Dream not of above
For still do you live

Give not to the wealthy
For the needing are poor
Smile not at the healthy
But at the sick to assure

Cry not in the past
As the future is bright
Live not life too fast
For there is much to delight

Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.

perhaps the most complex feeling
is feeling everything at once
the sympathy of a lover
the cold from a friend
everything shattering at once
residue of a rainfall

pain flares
and the cold blooms
the heat of freezing
the coldness of mistakes
everything finally stood still
residue of a rainfall

the soft pitter patter pulling me through the night

While we were making the past ,
the future has deteriorated.
When we think to mend the present
life has moved .
Perhaps whenever we are wherever ,
we are there itself .
Why think of a better future ,
when the past mends itself .
Tonight we have a moment ,
depends if we think of the night ,
where we'll sleep , or
of the morning's ring .
We'll still be in the night , till the morning's rise .
We are in the moment forever ,
there is not an option to live in the Past , or ,
In the Future .
- Adaa Sayed