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Aug 31 · 497
Obsession
I chase you like a dog,
relentless, unwavering,
with legs that tire
but never stop,

fueled by a never-ending desire
to be loved.

My eyes see past your soul,
piercing the depths of your being,

I've become a secondary character
in my own movie,
obsessing over your every move,
every breath.

You're the director,
and I want to be a star,

but alas, I'm just a pawn
on the board,
my heart beating to the rhythm
of your name,

a prisoner of my own passion.
May 22 · 153
Animals
Can I love
What shouldn’t be loved
This is not me asking for permission
But rather wondering if it’s possible
If it’s possible to feel warmth in the snow
Or dry in the rain

If it’s possible to see a glow in the night
Of the brown eyes
That look at me coldly
Telling me to leave

But I’m not scared
Not scared of the lion that roars
Or the snake hiding in the brush

Because we are all human
Which are all animals
Just wanting to survive.
Can I love?
May 22 · 124
Kaleidoscope Man
He reminds me of the color yellow
WIth the glimmer in his eyes
Or the joy unfurled when we laugh together

Or sometimes he reminds me of the color white
When I look at him and see a future
Of children giggling as they run around the old German shepherd
White roses blooming

Sometimes I see the color green in him
When he speaks to me wisely
Like an ancient willow tree
Crooked branches blessing me with shade
Leaves of insight, sheltering me.

I see the color red in him
When our limbs are tangled
Dancing in love's sweet design
Tossing, turning, heart's beating as one.

In harmony and passion
And wisdom and grace
And laughter and Joy
I love my Kaleidoscope man.
May 22 · 71
Dissociation
The color of the world fades to a dull haze
Vibrancy mutes,
Like a song forgotten
My body floats away
Like a leaf severed from it's branch
The world dissolves
Like sand between my fingers.

The woman that birthed me
Turns into someone I don't know.
I'm numb
And she's not real
She's just an illusion
A figment of my imagination
How can I escape it?
This dream
Starts to feel like a nightmare.
May 22 · 68
Little Bird
The bird with broken wings watches as the bottle of corrosive liquid empties
Searing through her esophagus
Eating away at her gut.

The taste, the smell
Bitter metal engulfing her tongue
The tongue that once told the fox
"Stop it. You're hurting me"
But the fox didn't listen
So she lied there
Motionless as the fox had it's warm meal

Shattering the thin fragile threads of her families bond
Erasing her dreams
Ending her future.

Calming her eyes
Her body becomes a frozen sculpture,
Rigid and unyielding as the waves pound against her

The bird that just hatched,
Unable to swim out of the riptide
Trapped beneath the swirling vortex
Head under the sand.
Sounds of the ocean rolling into her eardrums.
Not in the air, yet she is free.
In shadows deep, where sinners tread.
A servant lost, his soul in dread.
He stumbles through the night so cold
A story whispered, seldom told.

His mind a battlefield of pain
Where echoes of the past remain.
A sheep, he seeks the Shepherd's grace.
Yet finds but darkness in its place.

The acid kiss, a fleeting high
a vulnerable, desperate cry.
He chases dreams that fade like mist
In hollow moments, lost, dismissed.

His heart, a vessel worn and weak
In silence, screams the word's he'd speak
Who am I now? What have I done?
The shadow cast beneath the sun.

He wanders through the maze of sin.
A battle fought, a war within
The sheep still seeks a shepherds hand.
A sinner's search for promised land.

In twilights glow, a tear descends.
A broken man who still defends
The remnants of his fractured soul,
His fragile heart seeks to be whole.

Through darkest nights, he fights to see.
The man he dreams he still could be.
For in his depths, a truth runs deep:
Even sinners, servants, and sheep can weep.
Feb 2021 · 277
Candle
Ameena Hussain Feb 2021
Candle, candle
Burn so bright
Guide me through the shadows tonight
Wispy smoke
Fill in my nose
The lovely scent
Of burning rose
Apr 2020 · 162
TEARS
Ameena Hussain Apr 2020
Tears tell stories
Of happy and sad
Of times you were lonely
And times you were glad
They can come like the rain
On a cold, stormy night
Or an occasional sprinkle
Of joy and delight
What's your story?
Apr 2020 · 164
Coronavirus
Ameena Hussain Apr 2020
Coronavirus
Don't come back
If you will
I'll give you a thwack
Apr 2020 · 139
Loss
Ameena Hussain Apr 2020
Tears dribble down my skin
Dripping like rain, down my chin
Wondering if he'll ever come back
Into this world that's as dark as black
Shivering, shuddering down my throat
Drowning in sorrows
In my own boat
Nov 2019 · 208
Shadow
Ameena Hussain Nov 2019
I follow my dreams
They follow me too
I'm never alone
Only with you
Every step
Every breath

There are 2 copies of me
One is useless
One is good
Which is which?
Nobody knows
Only the shadow that goes wherever I go
Nov 2019 · 307
Happy Beach
Ameena Hussain Nov 2019
Waves crash to the shore
Laughter echoes through warm sand
Children playing once again
Just  my morning poem
Nov 2019 · 827
Selenophile
Ameena Hussain Nov 2019
I look out the foggy window, and there it is
The moon that shines so bright
As I sit in this dark room wondering what to do
I watch for hours as it sinks into the never-ending sky
And my tears flow as it disappears
It is replaced with a new circle of light
More yellow and more bright
It makes me feel scared and watched by strangers
Eyes are looking at me as my face rains with sadness
Where is my precious? My love? My life?
Where is the light when it's dark outside?
A selenophile is a person who loves the moon
Nov 2019 · 408
Love is a drug.
Ameena Hussain Nov 2019
A tingling feeling of a thousand butterflies
Pops out like a surprise from your heart, beating endlessly
Making an earthquake
Nothing can control
That happy feeling in your soul
You'll do anything to make it go on and on
If you don't get enough, a feeling of sadness shadows you
  Kind of like a drug
Love is a drug.
Thank you for reading. I hope you can relate.

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