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  Dec 2014 Bassam A
Liam
so many worlds in my head
can't be contained
can't be defined
by time or space

so much love in my heart
won't be restrained
won't be denied
by chance or fate

there exists another way
physical yet metaphysical
through ferocious eyes
foo dogs at soul's gate

there exists another place
devoid of time, out of mind
where fractions of god
reconnect and recreate

there exists a sandstorm
in the hourglass of fortune
  Dec 2014 Bassam A
Soumya Inavilli
His eyes were searching for her’s,
his words waited for her to speak,
his smile blossomed to being on seeing her smile,
his thoughts were always with her,
his breath too changed when she was around,
his skin longed for her touch and her warmth,
his dreams were filled with everything about her,
his love for her was simple, yet strong,
his life depended on her happiness, he said,
his happiness is her life she said.
  Dec 2014 Bassam A
Call Me Sara
Broken Pieces and Broken Bones
Blood of red and blood of gold
I've been born from wars and wars
And found a home of peace and cold

I am suppressed but not oppressed
Dressed to Impress
Put on a pedestal
Yes, since I have fallen
Much like the ancestors before myself

My name is S.A.R.A
4 letters that I have not yet to live up to
It reminds me of my mother as she opens up her arms
Reminds me of my father as he tries to be stern
2 vowels, 2 consonants
2 different sides
That you have not yet heard
So please, don't only judge me on one.

Broken pieces and Broken bones
Betraying my heart and lungs my
Brain cannot think my
Body will not move I am
Beside myself in grief and
Behind myself in hope I
Believe I can take one last
Breath
Before I
Bow down in defeat

I think what I'm trying to say is
I am someone I should appreciate
Be happy to be
I am my nationality
Made of my experiences
And all of my abnormalities
You will never know the full extent of
My inexperienced life
Because you did what I asked to
Please not do
And Judged.
Identity Piece. Slam Poetry.
  Dec 2014 Bassam A
WickedHope
Have you missed me?
Didn't think so.
Do you remember when you last saw me?
I do.
At least I have our memories, Andrew.
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