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867 · Aug 2015
queen of venus
mk Aug 2015
that warm winter night
the stars they shined so bright
but they were still no match
for the twinkle in her eye
// i miss stargazing almost as much as i miss stargazing with you //

inspired by: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1282628/prickly-pear/
863 · Sep 2016
sexual encounters
mk Sep 2016
but it was too messy to call it making love

my hair got in his mouth
his hips were too low
my legs got in the way
the angles just weren't right
it took us a few tries
to just "get it in"

there weren't roses or candles
i was in a white bra and *******
there was no black lingerie
i had shaved my legs in the morning
but i still had stubble in the places i missed
he wasn't tall dark and handsome
i wasn't white skinny and ****

we didn't know what we were doing
and if we could see ourselves
i'm sure we'd have died of embarrassment
seeing the mess of arms and legs
and body parts in awkward positions

but maybe that was the whole point
we laughed
and we laughed
he had a lopsided smile
and he smelt like home
his touch was comfortable
and his mouth lit a fire inside me
those eyes were full of greed
for not my body, but for me
it wasn't "him" and "me"
we were a we
and together we went through the journey
of discovery
finding out how our bodies work
when they are with another
finding out which curve fits where
learning where to put my hands
when he climbed up on my hips
learning how his body responded
when mine arched in pain and pleasure

his exhausted body
holding on to mine for dear life
no one mentions the sweat in your eyes
or that urgent need to ***
no one tells you that maybe you won't bleed
and maybe your favorite song won't be in the background
and maybe you don't walk out a woman, no longer a girl
no one tells you that *** isn't this magical thing that stops your whole world

but they leave out the good bits too
there's so much they don't tell you
like how, when it's over, he whispers *i love you

how his gaze drops when he says you're beautiful
how you can climb out of bed without pants and laugh
how he'll touch you in places you thought were sacred
how his touch will be worshipping the places you know are sacred
how *** doesn't change who you are
but at the same time:
it does.
your body will always have his touch;
but that's okay.
because you want it to stay
maybe he was a moment
or maybe he is forever
but when you were together
you loved him and that's what mattered
safe & comfortable
passionate & loud

it took me a long while to be able to write this
because it was too messy to call it making love
but maybe that's the whole point
because love is messy
and making it, even more so
but its a mess you don't have to clean
(except the bedsheets)
maybe, just maybe
it was messy enough
to call it making love.
856 · Feb 2018
colonial romance
mk Feb 2018
your cheeks blush
a light red, a dark pink
and i think to myself
maybe it's time
that i wash off the
oppression from your skin
the colonial violence
and the crimes against humanity
your eyes are a certain kind
of blue that i always
associated with privilege and pain
but maybe there's more to them
the ocean under the moon
the poppies mid-june
you burn under the sun
but maybe that isn't a punishment from God
instead a blessing from the
God of Sun who loves you
so much that She can't help but
kiss you just a little too long
your white skin speaks
of your history with your all too obvious
scars and bruises that shine
(you couldn't ever see mine)
maybe they are not from the wars you started
but the ones you fought
protecting yourself from your
own demons
while you button your shirt,
i see the light shadow of blonde
clean-shaven, button-up in a suit
white men with power over me
white men who want to hurt me
i am the enemy, i think.
he is the enemy, i think.
they are the enemy, i think.
or maybe-
maybe he is the midnights turned morning
the coffee and the cream cheese
the husband
the father
the start of a revolution
colored light brown, dark white
the lineage that is not of oppressors
the lineage that is not of the oppressed
the lineage
that is us-
survivors, fighters, or simply-
just two kids in love.
revisiting my colonial past and peeking a glance at my romantic future
855 · Aug 2015
my mom was right
mk Aug 2015
my mom was right
when she said "don't look into their pretty eyes
you'll lose yourself in them"
she said
"and they'll steal the most beautiful parts of you for themselves"
but i did not listen to my mother
instead i listened to the boys with eyes full of wonder
when they filled my head with lies
i suppose i had a thing for the way the words tasted off their tongues
making me feel they could do no wrong

my mom was right
when she said "don't let them taste your beautiful skin
they'll never be able to see you as more than a body after that"
she said
but i was a silly little girl
and i bared flesh to the boys with strong hands
and sparkling teeth
it was just that when they touched me
it felt as if they'd never let me go
i felt safe
but i ended up becoming just another flavor on their list
a one-time taste

my mom was right
when she said "don't fall for the ones who seem to care about that precious mind of yours
because they don't"

she said
"because they never will"
she said
"they’re using your mind & your thoughts
as a method to get inside your body"

she said
yet i ended up pouring out my heart to boys with faces shining as bright as the moon
i told them about my wildest desires and my craziest dreams
like how i wanted to change the world and make people smile
they smiled
and listened
while they slowly unbuttoned my top
one piece of clothing at a time
i undressed my soul when all they wanted was for me to undress my body

my mom was right
when she said "don’t fall in love with their “live fast die young” attitudes
their definition of living in the moment
is use and abuse, my darling daughter,
don’t listen to the words they speak with their hands"

she said
"don’t let them fool you into thinking that your one night long romance
is b e a u t i f u l"

but i couldn’t help myself
i fell hard and i fell fast
spent the rest of my nights
wondering why it felt so wrong when at the time it felt so right
i blamed myself for being too clingy
when the truth was
i was just naïve and silly
they asked for my body
and i gave them my heart along with it
silly
silly
silly girl

my mom was right all along
& i wish i'd realized that
before i ended up all alone in my bed
my blanket full of regret
and stains of my mistakes
i'm sorry, mommy,
i'm sorry i didn’t realize you were right from the very start
now i'm paying my dues in *sweat, blood & tears
// sick of feeling used, if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised. now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. //
mk Aug 2015
would it be a cruel joke
for me to ask you
*how you're doing?
// babe, misery loves company //
836 · Aug 2015
list of lies
mk Aug 2015
"i love you"
"i miss you"
"i care"
"i need you"
"i want you"
"there's no one else"
"only you"
"forever & always"
"i'm here for you"

you've turned me into a *
liar
// love made a promise that i couldn't keep //
834 · Jul 2015
(you)th
mk Jul 2015
never said it'd be easy
never said it'd be fine
all i said is that it will be worth it
it'll be worth your time

cause when the sun
shines
upon us all
cause when the moon
light
tells us our faults
we will rise
we will stand
we will claim our position
we will climb
higher than before
we will own the floor

young
and wild
we want it all
we'll be fine
as long as we are
together
in this
we will rise
again
we will
rise again


it is harder
it is darker
it is larger than before
we are growing
we are learning
never been through this before
but the sun will shine
the birds will sing
and we will learn to live
we will succeed
we will bleed
we will survive this

for the youth
too often underestimated
misunderstood
for the youth
is
our future
we'd better make it good

one day
we will learn to forgive
learn to give more than we take
we will become
people of worth
and we will take it all

so raise your glasses
toast to us
toast to the future ahead
it's in my hands
it's in your hands
and we will **never give in
// despite our flaws, im proud of us. we will rise, we will win. //
828 · Apr 2015
in hope
mk Apr 2015
she silences herself now
so that one day she may be heard
she chooses to study now
so that one day she may succeed
she chooses to stay home now
so that one day she may go out
she chooses to shy away now
so that one day she may be social
she chooses to not think about love now
so that one day she may find it
she chooses to put away her ambitions now
so that one day she may achieve them

everyday she chooses to put aside her wants and her needs
in the hopes of a brighter future and better life ahead
everyday she dies a little
in the hopes of being able to truly live one day

but who is to guarantee that that day will come?
who may guarantee her a future at all?
who can guarantee that she will wake up the next morning?
is there any guarantee that she will even live to see the days she has spent her whole life working for?

to live in the moment; or not to live in the moment;
that is the real question
826 · Nov 2016
winter aches
mk Nov 2016
winter approaches

my left arm aches
where it broke
into 4 distinct pieces
back in 2004

my shoulder aches
where it was injured
scoring the winning shot
in a match in 2009

my forearm aches
where it suffered
from a hairline fracture
due to a friend's elbow in 2011

winter approaches
all my aches return
still persisting
after all those years

pain is still in my bones.
824 · Jun 2018
past year three
mk Jun 2018
woolen fleece
and bruised knees
i'm sitting here
re-watching our
favorite movies
remember the different
kinds of kisses
and the flavors
of your touch
i miss you
a little too much
three years, one month and a day.
mk Sep 2016
Her mind cracked at dawn break-

that box down there is too shallow;
give me something six feet deep
and 5 foot 3 inches wide


So small.
She was so small.
But the world was smaller.
It was the size of a blue pill.
don't go
812 · Aug 2015
wastelands
mk Aug 2015
i want to lie on my bed with you
listening to old records
with songs about love & throwing away your life
while your legs entangle mine
let’s numb our minds
and think about no further than today
i want to taste the magic on your lips
and feel the strength in your arms
let's just ****
& forget that we’re ****** up
big city kids from broken families
looking for love in all the wrong places
let’s just get wasted
& reclaim our place in the wastelands
exhale our pain
a purple haze
feed me the smoke
from your mouth
blow it into me
& i’ll blow you
i’ll pretend your electric eyes
are the solution to all my problems
and you can pretend
as if my mouth wrapped around you
is all you need in life
forget about the guts and the gore
forget about the half written suicide note
stuck to the backside of your bedside table
which you gave up writing because you realized
once you're gone, no one's going to give a ****
never have, never will
& the fact that last night, you cried yourself to sleep
because you knew your mother was two doors down, doing the exact same thing
we'll forget about the fact that we've got no path or direction
that we're going nowhere, and we're going nowhere fast
& that we're a mix of self-loathing and self-pity
we're sad kids
belonging to an even sadder generation
let's lose control
it's better than losing our minds
i'll pull your hair and cry out in pleasure
it's better than pulling my own and crying out in pain
i'd rather kiss your scars
than deal with my own
i'd rather let you bury your head in my chest
than admit that i'm itching to bury myself six feet under
i'd rather scream your name and beg you for more
than scream at the demons in my head & beg them to leave me alone
the drugs help
but you numb me better
pills are nice
but i'd rather have you in my mouth
i'm looking at the way you see right through me
and it makes me feel at home to be around someone as lost as i am
i see your broken nails and peeled skin
and i know we're cut from the same cloth
because that look in your sad eyes
is one my own know all too well
so let’s just listen to old records
with songs about regret & wasted time
& pretend as if we can’t relate to them
*not one little bit
// are you deranged like me? are you strange like me? lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? //
♡ gasoline- halsey ♡
801 · Oct 2017
wonder
mk Oct 2017
yellow ribbon skies
red bleeding goodbyes

the earth promises to be your friend
but it will all end
*oh, it will all end.
-
796 · Oct 2015
dear everyone,
mk Oct 2015
i'm sorry i'm so ******* average
let's cut the bs about each of us being "special" in our own ways
792 · Nov 2015
boys like him were galaxies
mk Nov 2015
he was the kind of boy her mama always warned her about
eyes full of mischief and words full of deceit
but, oh God, when he spoke it was as if the clouds would bow to him
& the mountains would crumble in his presence
the way he cocked his brow and gave her that sultry smile
sent her round and round as if she was on a never ending ride

he was like a bottle of sweet poison
addicting, even though it's bound to **** you in the end
she knew she'd never be able to look at him and see her future
but she saw in him her present and a world left unexplored
she knew how much she would be giving up
if she died without knowing if the lips which spoke the sweet words
tasted as good as the words themselves
she knew she would never be at rest in her grave
if she never felt the melody in his body combine with her own symphonies
running her hand down his spine, discovering the mysteries often left unsolved
she knew she would regret it if she let him open her book and read her
but a greater loss would be if she never read his

& so she gave in.

his eloquence was her personal brand of *****
and tonight she was intoxicated all the way up to cloud nine
his body in the moonlight was like crystal under the sun
she just couldn't look away
his nails carved words of wonder in her back
and his mouth tattooed poetry between her thighs
it felt to her as if the words he etched words on her body
were even better than those spoke on the stage beneath the spotlight

with eyes full of mirth and wonder
she looked at him like he was the only star in the night sky
no,
boys like him were beyond stars
*boys like him were galaxies
790 · Apr 2015
what I miss about you most
mk Apr 2015
what I miss about you most is the way you kept trying to impress me even though you knew I was head over heels in love with you

what I miss about you most is the way you let my white lies go because you knew it wasn’t worth arguing (no damage done)

what I miss about you most is the way you’d sing to me all night if I asked you to, even if you had a sore throat

what I miss about you most is the way you’d sneak out of the house just to talk to me even though your dad would **** you if he found out

what I miss about you most is the fact that you wanted to introduce me to all the special people in your world as if inviting me into your life to stay

what I miss about you most is how you listened to me night after night and reassured me day after day without a word of complaint

what I miss about you most is the way you’d admire me and look at me with eyes full of acceptance and trust like I was the only star in your sky

**but what I miss the most- truly miss the most- is not needing to write down what I miss about you because you were always there and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I’d ever have to narrate the story of us in the past tense rather than present, future or even past continuous and this hollow feeling inside me has driven me to insanity with its bitter longing and sorrowful regret because what I dearly deeply honestly miss the most is everything we were and everything we were to be
790 · Jun 2016
us.
mk Jun 2016
us.
youth so precious;
love so rare.
787 · Aug 2015
it wears out
mk Aug 2015
saturday night dates
turn to tv dinners

you forget when the last time
he surprised you with roses was

you no longer wake up
to make him breakfast before work

he no longer calls you
in the middle of the day
unless, of course,
it's to remind you to pick up his laundry

dressing up
is limited to social gatherings
you're in your jammies when he gets home

*** becomes routine
it's no longer passionate, more like a tiresome duty

your **** lingerie is pushed to the back of the closet
& truthfully, he doesn't seem to care much

you'd rather be on the phone
than talking to each other

you don't crave him the way you did
he's no longer interested in the world inside your head

"how was work?" "fine"
"how are you?" "okay"


he tells you he loves you
but it doesn't mean much anymore

honestly speaking, its all become a bore
being with him just means more chores

i guess that's the thing about love
it wears out
*the magic can only last so long
// like colors that fade away in the sunlight, they're nothing special like they used to be //
783 · Oct 2015
literary fantasy
mk Oct 2015
she was so unaware
i couldn't help but stare
she was lost
she was emerged
in the world
within those pages

my gaze unintentionally fixated
on the girl
with green speckled eyes
and the loveliest lips i've ever seen

her fingers
so delicate
turning the page
quietly, gently
as if not to hurt
nor disrespect
the yellowing pages
and the tiny print

the range of emotions
so clearly displayed
through her expressions
as she read through
i was entertained
by the little smirk
which turned into
furrowed brows
then sorrowful sighs
as the story went on

she went through the emotions
and took me along with her

everyday since then
at 12:04pm
i look for the girl
in the library
hoping to catch a glimpse
of my
*literary fantasy
give me the chance to love you, i'll tell you the only reason why: cause you are on my mind.
mk Aug 2015
i.
you will flinch everytime someone mentions his name. actually, you will flinch anytime anyone says anything which even vaguely sounds like his name. sometimes it seems that half the town has his name, when the truth is that you're just oversensitive about it.

 **ii.

when someone touches you accidently or stares at you for a moment too long, you will feel the need to rush home and scrub every inch of your body until it bleeds because you feel so disgusted with yourself, inside & out.

iii.
when someone makes ***** jokes about you, you will look at the floor & listen to every word silently because a part of you still believes that all you are good for is your body

iv.
you feel the need to delete every conversation, every call history, every account on social media, every mark of a past with anyone and everyone because you're afraid that somehow, it will be used against you

v.
when someone asks you for a picture of you (even if they're in the picture with you), you will be incredibly hesitant and will have to force yourself to send it over. you don't want anyone to have any living proof of contact with you. you want to hide away.

vi.
whenever you are in a situation where you are not 100% in control, you will start having severe anxiety attacks. you cannot let yourself go. you cannot relax.

vii.
in relationships, you will always want the option to walk out because you feel claustrophobic the second it seems as if there's no way out. even if you never plan on walking away, you need the option. you need to know you're free, and for once, not bound to anyone forcefully

viii.
the thought of promising someone to be there's forever scares you because the idea of being tied down suffocates you

ix.
enclosed spaces will scare you. you will be unable to breathe and/or function in situations where there is no way out of a specific area such as in an elevator or a plane. you never had an issue with closed spaces before him.

x.
when someone brings up topics like domestic abuse and **** and shrugs them off as if they're nothing, your heart shrivels inside as memories flood your mind. but you have to remind yourself that not everyone knows that you're a survivor. and just because to you it seems as if there's a red label on your forehead saying "look at her, look at the disgusting things she's done", doesn't mean the label actually exists

xi.
every sector of your life will be influenced by the scars he left upon your mind, body & soul

xii.
you will never forgive nor forget

xiii.
some nights, you still won't be able to sleep in fear of waking up next to him

xiv.
at times, you'll still feel him on your skin

xv.
you will still feel him deep within

xvi.
this is never going to end. it'll never get easier, you'll just learn to live with it.

xvii.
& they'll call you a survivor, but all you'll ever be is a broken kid forced to give up your innocence long before you even had the chance to learn how valuable innocence is

xviii.
you'll never be the dictionary definition of "okay"

xix
what scares you the most, however, are the thoughts which enter your mind late at night, making you question whether, after everything has been said and done, *you still love him
// this was incredibly difficult to write but I thought that if I remained quiet about it, I would be telling others that this is something to be shameful of. if you are a victim of such abuse, know IT WAS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE YOUR FAULT & that you are never never alone. every 107 seconds, another ****** assault occurs, there are too many people in the world affected by it to not speak out regarding it //

note to those who haven't been through this personally: domestic violence/abuse/**** are all major issues & have to be dealt with on a very serious note. please be careful when you speak regarding them and never ever joke about them. you never know who amongst you has been through the vile torture of such activities.

p.s. these are just my thoughts/opinions, others are free to disagree
mk Aug 2015
promise me that when i’m gone
you won’t cry, that you’ll stay strong
promise me you’ll never compromise
on health or education
& you’ll never stop caring
about your people or your nation
promise me you’ll exercise
drink lots of water and eat well
promise me you’ll make the most of every day
and not see this world as a living hell
surround yourself with positivity
stay away from all the hate
always trust your instinct
and never give in to fate
kiss your mother everyday
give your little brother hugs
sit outside and breathe the fresh air
drink herbal tea out of cute mugs
do things for yourself
but never forget your duties
you are a great person with great potential
and with that comes great responsibilities
make a change in this world
be loyal, honest and just
find someone to live your life with
someone to truly love, not just lust
find purpose and meaning
and do things with good intentions
offer your help to strangers
every time pain or difficulty is mentioned
promise me just one little thing
that you’ll take care of yourself and others
promise me you’ll always be
the kind of son dreamt of by your mother
be true to yourself
that’s all i ask
never let your personality
be veiled by a mask
promise me when i’m gone
you’ll continue on
show the world your true colors
& *make me proud
// tonight we stand, get off our knees. fight for what we’ve worked for all these years //

-tum mujh mein kaheen baqi rehna.
766 · Aug 2015
oops
mk Aug 2015
mistakes**
i am sewn together by mistakes
// hamartia //
762 · Aug 2015
it's been a long day
mk Aug 2015
i need
caffeine,
***
& sleep

*[note: items have been listed in order of importance]
// 12 hour shifts got you like //
mk Nov 2016
and i know i've told you this story a million times but ****, man, it hurts. it hurts knowing that i have no one left, that maybe i am that girl who ends up alone in the end. it hurts knowing i don't really fit in anywhere and that guy at school told me that everyone thinks i'm a stuck up ***** and i guess maybe he's right but it hurts it hurts it really ******* hurts. it's weird because i used to dream about being this broken because it would be good for my poetry but now i'm broken and my poetry's still ****. they're asking me where i wanted to go for university and the answer is hold on, do i even want to go to university can i stand another four years in four walls surrounded by people who don't give a **** about me? i've done it all my life and i'm losing my mind i really don't wanna go down that road anymore, you know? i've been sleeping a lot lately and i wake up when it's dark and that helps i guess the drugs help me sleep but it's getting harder to find the motivation to wake up every single day i push the clock a little further thinking maybe this is it maybe this is when it all ends if i just sleep a little longer. the nightmares. the nightmares, they don't get any better and i wake up in the dark and i wake up all alone and i scream. for you. for help. for God. at some point between praying to you and praying to God i start mixing up names and i pray to you for God and i pray to God for you and i don't really know who i'm praying to anymore, really. maybe it doesn't matter. point is i'm struggling, i'm suffering, and if there's a chance, if there's a little bit of salvation hidden beneath the pebbles of my path: give it to me, please, save me somehow.
-
755 · Apr 2016
three years of my life
mk Apr 2016
for the longest time, i regretted not having a future with you. in my head were images of a small apartment on the 5th floor in new york city with beige interior and cups of half-finished coffee on the kitchen table: interrupted because our lips were busy doing something else, somewhere else. i created stories of early morning i love yous and wake up in the middle of the night i need yous. slowly intertwined within each of my regret-driven what-ifs was the idea of you being good, being loving, being kind and generous. brave and protective. idealistic and creative and ready to take on the world with me. i dreamed you so deep that i created a whole other you: one that i'm realizing now, never existed.
the delusion set in and i found myself loving a man that never was. i was so caught up with longing for you that i forgot who you really were. i wonder now, how could i forget? all the nights you'd keep me waiting and all the love you poured down the drain. how could i forget the beatings that drove me insane? maybe i'm not waking with the taste of kisses but at least there are no cuts. maybe i'm not missing you too much to eat but at least i'm not puking out my guts. you told me i was worthless and impure; and here i am yearning to be called yours?

God, oh, Lord, i dodged a bullet.

i heard the other day that you found someone new. its funny because she looks like me and i can see how you keep trying to find someone to fill my shoes. i want to reach out to her and tell her to run. he preys on the young and the innocent, i want to yell at the top of my lungs. he's making you laugh now but baby girl you'll just cry. you'll think i'm crazy for saying this and even though i hope you never do, i know you'll soon understand why. me and him, we both loved the same person and now you do too. he never loved me and he'll never love you. your fair arms don't deserve the bruises and your heart doesn't deserve the pain. you don't deserve to feel utter disgust at the sound of your own name. it took me 2 years and only now i can open my eyes. his "love" was just pleasure-seeking in disguise. he's intoxicating, i know, those big brown eyes. the way he bites his lip and the strength in his thighs. i see what you see in him and i'm telling you to run. i'm telling you, i'm saving you, it's something i wish for me someone had done. but i suffered and i broke and i felt each inch of the pain. i can't let anyone go through that again.

but i watch from a distance and i don't speak a word. i'm too afraid what you'd do to me if you heard. i need to grow past the fear and the hurt. but with the delusion inside me, i'm not sure how that will work. i suppose step by step, you get up and move on. but for now, i still feel my stomach twist when i hear our song. i've thrown out your things and i've opened my eyes. i know you were bad to me, i finally realize. it may take some time to go back to who i was, but at least, for now, i'm not disillusioned by your definition of love.
fact into fiction and fiction into fact: i've always kinda been good at that
755 · Oct 2015
a sweet little thought
mk Oct 2015
love is like water;
**it always finds a way
mk Aug 2015
tell me why I always fall for
the skinny boys with long hair
dark eyes and strong arms
they’re always hiding behind a veil
of fun & frolic
always looking for acceptance
in the world where
they feel like a stranger
always outside the candy store
they never had enough toys as kids
and they’ve never gotten over that
they crave the luxury life
and they’re doing everything they can to get to it
but they pretend like they never wanted it

beautiful boys with beautiful souls
beautifully broken, that is,
they suppress their emotions
until it comes out in
boiling rage and hot tears
they never fit in
they know that better than anyone else
and even though they claim
to be proud of the whole ‘lone ranger’ persona
all they’ve ever wanted is to fit in with the crowd

tell me why I always
fall for the damaged ones
there’s something about
the way they’re messy inside and out
scattered all over the place like stars in the night sky
lacking love & attention
they’ll stick to anyone who looks their way
“I need you”
is a line I’ve heard oh, so often
they’re fooled by the thought
that love,
and only love,
can save them from the torture
of this world
all too ready to become a husband and a dad
just because what they’ve always lacked
is unconditional love
and they’ll take whatever they can get
inside, they’re still just little boys
waiting for their mommy to kiss them goodnight
the kiss that never came

it’s funny because they think
a teenage girl
is what they need to fix
their deep rooted problems
as if my kiss
will be an adhesive for their
broken soul
as if my arms around them
will keep them whole
when I, myself,
have not been able
to fix my own world


tell me why
I always fall for the boys
who taste like impossible dreams
and burnt hopes
deer caught in headlights
reality is seeping in
and they can’t handle it
they have so much they want out of life
and things never seem to go their way
but, ah,
when their mouth is on mine
I swear I couldn't care less
they could be devils of the night
but their hands on the arch of my back
feel so right

I fall for the ones who stand out
and then wonder why my life
is such turmoil
when my ideal has always been
the 4.0 gpa star of the school
tell me why
I always fall for the school reject
when I know
it’s never going to be enough
it’s never going to last


but, hey,
who cares, right?
live and let live
and don’t ever consider the fact
that the reason I fall for them
is because they remind me so much of
**myself
// nothing new, except someone new //
mk Apr 2018
my chest heaves and i ache to feel the blood pump through my veins. i feel as if i am withering away under the weight of the world. it is as if someone has cut me from the stem to decorate me in their vase, but how long can i stay bright red when you have hidden me from the sun and rain? my nails scratch the surface of my blue-tinged arms and i feel nothing. this has become a common theme: i feel nothing. it is, perhaps, better than feeling the longing for survival. or perhaps i'd rather feel the pain and the pulse. this is no longer a matter of the mind and the heart- this is a matter of life and death.
wilting away, withering away, wasting away.
~ let's drive to the sunset & jump in the fire ~

https://youtu.be/Zo9rgbn0SMs
745 · May 2018
the night of thirty days
mk May 2018
the night is bright
the moon is out
the devils are chained
the fast begins
~
ramadan mubarak, my lovelies.
mk Jul 2016
oh God*
please don't let that song come on the radio
it reminds me of the curve of his back
and the way his hair curled in the front
of the night he snuck out to come see me
and i was lost for words
but full of kisses
when i saw him standing at my door
messy hair and sleepy eyes at 2am
saying "i just had to see you"
don't let it remind me of
all the nights i cried myself to sleep
hearing his voice on the phone
telling me baby it'll be okay
or the early morning video calls
where he'd wake me with a smile
letting me know that there was reason
to still go on
that song reminds me
of driving through the sunset
turning on the radio
and simultaneously saying
"hey thats my song"
oh God
don't let that song come on the radio
it'll remind me of the way
his tongue slid down my abdomen
and his nails scratched my hip bones
my hands in his hair
don't let that song
take me back to the time
my legs were thrown over his
while he fed me french fries
with his mouth
i won't have any other choice
but to remember the hint of hazel in his eyes
the gaps between his teeth
the freckle near his eyes
the feeling of the summer breeze
when it was just him and me
oh God
don't let that song come on the radio
it belongs to me and him
it belongs to another age
another time
another era
it belongs to
*for(n)ever.
-all of the stars, you make them shine like they were ours
mk Dec 2015
oh, what bliss it must be
to find regretless intimacy
738 · Mar 2016
the pink of my flesh
mk Mar 2016
-

metal knots
inside
my stomach
tied
so firm
& crude

metal nails
fill
my mouth
they bleed;
gashes
& wounds

metal noose
around
my neck
it's turning
black
& blue

metal pins
inside
my temples
i can't remember
how to think
or do

metal chains
weigh down
my ankles
i try to fight
but cannot
move

metal core
of the earth
calls me
i'm sinking-
& there's nothing
i can do

-
738 · May 2018
what a beautiful day
mk May 2018
waking up this morning
to inhale and realize
you haven't tasted air this fresh
in so long
your starved lungs gasp
and they expand
in relief and worship
your skin feels the sun rays
and you realize that the
trees have grown so tall
they are tapping at your windows
and the sunrays
are playing hide and seek
in between
waking up this morning
to realize that the sky
is a new shade of blue
with some yellow, some purple
a whole lot of orange
wondering why people wait on rainbows
when skies like these exist
there is a freshness in the air
there is a jump in my step
has that engraved pathway always been so beautiful
have those flowers always been so bright?
i notice the freckles on my roommates cheeks
i notice how red and grand the hair of the girl in my anthropology class shines
i notice that my glasses are such a lovely shape
and my eyes look so big and brown and light and deep
my curls are so warm to me, they treat me so well
and the color orange kisses my golden skin
waking up this morning
to inhale and realize
today is a beautiful day;
this is a beautiful life
and i am doing better than just okay.
~ spring vibes ~

wake up & realize i missed a few seasons in sadness
734 · Aug 2015
l i v e s
mk Aug 2015
what saddens me is the fact
that we only get one life
when, infact,
there are so many lives
i still want to try on
// i feel so constrained //
mk Jan 2018
it was the first time i'd ever been in the passenger seat
with the music blaring next to me
your eyes never left the road
mine never left you
i felt that wind run through my hair
and a chill went down my spine
five years later, and we still have the same favorite songs
you sing the notes deeper than i do
but we have a broken sort of melody going
you're driving eighty miles an hour on a road
crowded with people; not fit for drivers like you
but i wasn't afraid for my life
i look over and smile-
if we die right now, i wouldn't mind
you say,
if we die right now, i'd be more than just fine
and we know it's true
five years later
and i still love you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T8ml-P0GkI&list=RDMdh2p03cRfw&index=9
728 · Apr 2015
you
mk Apr 2015
you
//you’re an echo on a silent night
reminding me with spite
that even after recovery
you’re never fully healed//
722 · Sep 2017
living someone else's dream
mk Sep 2017
when did it all go wrong?
this isn't what i wanted
i'm living someone else's dream
this isn't me.

i wanted open fields
three kids and a dog
i wanted a tire swing
in my backyard.

i wanted to live simple
waking up to purpose
sunshine and fresh air
good coffee and love.

i didn't want the rat-race
running after grades
i didn't want to be so far
from everyone who matters.

i know they say change is hard
but i didn't want this change at all
i didn't want to be uprooted
all over again.

let me sink into my land
let me grow my roots deep and far
let me stay still
let me stay home.

my life has been a series of travels
i don't want to move all over again
there's no poetry in this pain
just knowledge of choosing the wrong option.

i'm living someone else's dream
i'm doing the best i can
to win the medal for someone else
i just want to go home.
uni hasn't even started and i'm already falling
718 · Jun 2015
(brighter)? future
mk Jun 2015
you always spoke of a brighter future
were you referring to the 9 to 5 jobs?
to the apple pie life
or the romance lacking relationship with your wife?
did you mean the mortgages,
the taxes, or the men with grey hair in grey suits?
the jobs you do just for the money
or the people who speak too much, but are still mute?
did you mean the polluted skies or the cursing taxi drivers?
did you mean the way when she touches you, you feel no fire?
how nothing makes you feel alive
but you’re still not really dead?
how nothing is wrong
but you’re itching to put a bullet through your head?
when you said you were working towards a better future
did you mean a life of monotony, dullness and boredom?
what happened to your love of adventure, of mystery,
to your dreams of martyrdom?

looking back now,
would you take it all back?
would you change the way you did things
fill in the gaps?
or would you continue to oblige to the rules and regulations
would you still mindlessly follow the system?
would you carry on doing what they tell you?
those who bossed you around, would you still be with them?
or would you soar and fly
ask questions, ask why?
would you run in the jungles
and climb the highest mountains
would you swim in the seas
and tell your beloveds that you love them?

we only have one life
and we’re always waiting for it to change
we’re working towards a future
to which we have no claim
live, live, I beg you to live
make mistakes and fall
then get back on your feet
don’t hesitate, take it all
for the future is not ours
and the past is too late
but we have the present
don’t let it go to waste
// carpe diem till the very end //
716 · Sep 2017
-
mk Sep 2017
-
looking from a distance
i can almost love myself
713 · Jun 2018
time isn't coming back
mk Jun 2018
.
give me a first time once again
give me a first shot at love again
give me a first before i relive my last
give me a present instead of giving me a past
.
طلع البدر علينا
709 · Jul 2015
you fell for me?
mk Jul 2015
i've never understood
how someone could
miss the smell of my perfume,
the curls in my hair
crave the taste of my lips,
the touch of my skin
lie awake at night
unable to fall asleep without me in their arms
how someone
would know that i'm lactose intolerant
but that every saturday night,
i sneak off to the nearby icecream shop
and buy a chocolate cone with blueberry icecream
or that
whenever i writing poetry
i hate using capital "i"s
because i feel that makes me seem
too self important
how could someone bother to remember
all the little things i do
like hiding my face when i laugh
scrunching my nose when i write
and biting my bottom lip when i'm nervous
moreover,
how could they look at my
swollen lips
and then still dream of them at night?

i've spent my whole life
falling in love with the little things
like the freckle under your nose
& the way you look people in the eye when you speak to them
the way you always give up your seat when you see someone deserving
& the way you pronounce some words differently
(i really love how you say "hollow" and "obviously")
i've never found it odd how deeply i cherish these little things about you
i guess i just never thought
there'd be somebody
who'd fall in love
with me too
// sometimes i wonder about how i got so lucky to have you in my life ♡ must've gone right somewhere in life //
mk Jul 2015
the problem with living in the moment
is that when the moment ends,
*so do you
// we lived too fast, we died too young //
mk Jan 2019
if i hold my silence now
i'll regret it forever
if i hold my regrets now
i'll stay silent forever.

you dated a brown girl
only to marry a white girl.

tell me how to separate
these wounds from my
colonial scars.
i'm still here,
trying to make it
in a world that wasn't made for me.

you fell in love with a brown girl
only to marry a white girl.

tell me how to feel like
i wasn't your taste test
i wasn't your "cultural experience"
i know you fell in love with me
you learnt my language
you memorized my tongue
but the night was
way too young.

will you give your child an "ethnic" name?
will your daughter have my name?
or was i just one of your
growing pains.

i'm just like my mother
falling for the ******
colonizer.
(i'd let you destroy me,
anyday)
mk Jul 2015
"all you're left with in the end are regrets, brah."
mk Dec 2017
-

how you gonna lie like that?

-

you stood in my space
swallowed my air
made me feel like i was
living in a bubble
made of mirrors
i thought the world was
slipping out from
underneath me and
it seemed like i'd
fall asleep to your voice
telling me i was
unfair an unjust
cheating on you like
an attention-*****
and i'd wake up
to see you
bless me with your
kisses and your hair
falling on your
forehead
you were just
so easy to love
boy, you are
just so easy to love.

i never cheated on you
never lied, never
went behind your back
there were times
i stepped out to
take a breath of
fresh air because
i felt like i was living
in a room full of
hot air made of your
breath and
it just got too much
for me but
my walk outside
never meant
walking into
someone else's life
and i don't know
how to show you
that i would never
betray you but
sometimes i needed
to just be on my own
and even when i was
on my own sometimes
i just needed to not
hear your voice
in my head
because there were
already so many
voices inside there

but ****, boy,
i never left you
hanging and i still
want to hold on
to the memories and
the feelings i felt
(i still feel)
but ****,
you're going around
telling them i was a
cheat and a liar
as if i was made
of hell's fire
i didn't let you
burn no matter how
many times i felt
like a volcano

-

how you gonna lie like that?

-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B1dmRjyN0CQ

loyal af bitchhhhh
mk Aug 2015
you are the reason behind my late night shots of whiskey
// i'm the option you shouldn't have chosen //
693 · May 2016
28.05.
mk May 2016
despite the winds of winter
which blow about my insides
there's just something about the summer sun
which makes me want to **fall in love
game of thrones hollaaa
693 · Jan 2016
cut throat
mk Jan 2016
i wish i could slice open my throat
& warm myself with the blood that pours
but i know once the cut is made
only cold emptiness will pour;
**nothing more, nothing more.
693 · Aug 2017
i stay
mk Aug 2017
Why do I stay?
Because this is all I know
I've only seen a sky with a storm
And the sun burns me
His touch
It burned me at first
But the fire began to eat me
Until I knew nothing
Except bones and ash
I am bones and ash
I am empty
I am giving him everything I have
I am bones and ash
I stay
Because this is love
This is the only love
I have ever known
circa 2016
disclaimer: may have little or complete relevance today
687 · Jan 2016
she's a little forgetful
mk Jan 2016
she forgets a lot of things
forgets to eat lunch
forgets to zip up her uniform
forgets to tie her shoes
forgets to brush her hair
forgets what page number she's on
forgets what the color of her room is
forgets the way to her house
forgets the formulas in math
forgets the terms in economics
she forgets people's names
and forgets the date
she forgets the year
she forgets anniversaries
and sometimes forgets birthdays too
forgets forgets forgets

she forgets to love herself
and forgets that she's allowed to make mistakes
she forgets that she's human
she forgets that she's loved

but what she'll never forget
is her best friend's favorite candy
and her the sound of her sister's laugh
she'll never forget the color of his eyes
or what it feels like when he kisses her forehead
she'll never forget her mother's hugs
or her father's favorite color
she might forget herself every now and then
but she'd never forget them
idek #lame
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