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Malak S Jul 2017
I soar through the lonely, night sky in search of myself
I seem so out of place,
As if my eyes are not mine
My lips,
My hair,
My skin,
Do not resemble what I've learned to become accustomed to
The reflection in the mirror is of someone who I do not recognize and I am unsure as to how I introduce myself.
Do I say my name in hopes of her liking it?
Do I hug her and let her know that all her baggage is just as welcomed as she is?
Or do I cast her out,
As an intruder and beg her not to come back?
She calls out to me in my dreams & it's so hard to make sense of everything that slips out of her tongue and graces her lips.
I make out a couple of words and I think she's asking me to save her.
Luckily for her, I'm the first person that's aiming to do so.
Trying to look for myself
Malak S Jul 2017
To the ones who thought they broke me:

I am a daisy in a field of roses and I could not be happier.
I sway with the wind and the breeze hugs me tight.
I am a bird soaring through the blue sky.
I am rain. I am a hurricane. I am your worst nightmare cloaked as the wildest of your fantasies.
I am a poem.
I am the words that spill out of your mouth and into the air that hovers around you
I am the breath you take as your soul rests.
I am the night and day,
I am the softest touch and the roughest surface
I am a sad song on a cloudy day
I am the ocean, my waves filled with rage
I am the moon, listening to all your fears
I am the sun, giving you light
I am outer space, the stars freckled onto my cheeks
I am the universe, my being,
A mystery;
One you will never reveal
Malak S Jul 2017
Uncertainty,
An unstable platform,
Reminding you that your feet are never grounded into the floor.
We approach the things we want with doubt festering in our minds,
We have seen so much,
Go oh, so wrong,
And yet, here we are.
If we're bound to make mistakes,
Dig up our own graves,
Why are we so afraid to approach it?
Why do we approach the end with shaky feet and sweaty palms?
We're headed that way,
Shouldn't we at least walk confidently in order to make the process less chaotic?
Shouldn't we try to make every experience we're dealt with, one where lessons are handed to us in envelopes,
Laced with hopes of the bad becoming good and the good becoming better?
Life, has never been about crossing the finish line,
Unharmed.
It's about making the most of what you're dealt with.
You stumble through the dirt to become something so strong and wise and you use that to feed and maybe someday,
Get rid of the doubt that once plagued your very being.
When you walk onto uncertainty,
Make sure you're aware that that platform,
Being unbalanced,
Will help you become more you than any steady ground.
You walk confidently on the shaky ground until you fall,
You then get right back up and try again.
Failure does not mean it's the end of the world,
But allowing doubt to destroy you from within,
Is.
Malak S Jul 2017
Dear The One,
Your fingers are still latched onto my heart
And I'd like to know why?
Why is it that I am unable to get rid of your voice and your eyes and all the memories that accompany you, out of my head?
Do you know how much it still hurts?
It hurts less, yes
But it still hurts to think about you or about who is taking up your time and why it's not me, why am I not her
What makes me so insufficient and so unbearable?
I've given you love in the form of a mind and body ready to offer you a lifetime of happiness and yet still,
I was disposed
As if I was nothing but trash
I'm here to tell you that I'm so through crying over you
The words no longer linger in my mind
They no longer dance on my tongue
They no longer exist
You have ruined whatever poem I was becoming into
And I am so **** tired of being the broken-hearted girl, unable to move on from a guy who is unable to love her FULLY
I am So much to deal with because I have so much to give and not the right person to give it to.
I am so ******* special and it's such a shame that you were too blind to see that in the midst of stone, I was a diamond shining so bright.
Letters as a form of poems
  Jul 2017 Malak S
Kenneth R Jenkins
In your eyes
I see a different light,
A lighter side of you
And that's when I realize
How beautiful you are to me.

From the softness of your skin,
The wonderful smile on your face
Beauty that's outside in
Divorcing all other thoughts of you.

From Cleopatra of my soul,
To the Halle Berry of my dreams,
You are one well-put together woman I would like to know
No matter how crazy it may seem.

Like the sweet nectar in the morning
I bathe in your loving arms
Your love, your love is showing
Making me sweat from my head to my palms.

You with me alone
Basking in the moonlight
With such love and appreciation shown
That really makes my night.

Me with you together
With words unspoken the best way
No matter the weather
With nothing really to say.

Moonlight O moonlight,
Can you just shine on me please?
Make our night such a delight
As I kneel on my knees.

You, me and the moonlight,
Alone together night after night,
How 'bout us?
How 'bout you and I?

(C) 2004
Malak S Jul 2017
The words seem foreign in my mouth,
My tongue unable to distinguish the taste
I've been meaning to write to you, to update about all darkness that is beginning to settle within me.
My mind has returned to a maze. One that seams unsolvable.
I'd ask you for a way out but I know that these solutions are never served on a platter.
I'm afraid that sooner or later, the darkness will eat me whole, and nothing will be left of me, not even the words that I've been dying to say
I'm disappointed to say, that I'm unsure as to whether the words can form a sentence worth moving you or him or her.
It's sad to see that another love was left to burn out, it's fire once a sun, has now dimmed into nothing but a speck of ash or dust.
Until next time,
When words can form something..more
Malak S Jul 2017
She sways with the wind and loses herself to the twinkling of the stars
She hasn't felt freedom intertwine itself with her, in a very long time
She speaks of love, the inhabitants, now ghosts, have made homes in the cracks of her chest  
And she heaves,
Regardless of the attempts she's made of trying to sew back the pieces of her broken heart
Her friends are the sun and the moon and the sky is where she one day hopes to lie
Safe and sound
Whole
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