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*Hope is a cotton like substance
It's moving to and fro around us
Hope has grown several of colors,
white, green,yellow and purple

Hope melts with dream,
to bring water on the horizon
It has grown yellow on the barren fields,
rather than a shadow it turns to be a green meadow

Hope has boomed when kite flies on the blue sky
When white moon shimmers,
on her innocent smiles
It has grown purple when dreams mingle

Hope is as like a little boat on the sea,
moves on the waves that you see
as like as a Pendulum,
that dances between life and loss

Hope is like a lead guitar
It’s longing until the song moves to end
It twists with songs of her
And brings melody as the deep purple

Hope holds the rhythm of life
Those demons try to cut with knife
It initiates dreams of thoughts
And it has made us for freedom of fought

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

We live in a world of consequences
Where freedom and safety are kept in fences
In this world everyone seeks one in the same
But they treat our future like it’s a game

But I don’t want to play ball
I want to fight for it all
I want freedom, fraternity and equality
But not for my generation alone, for an eternity

You see, foreigners may see the buzzing bee’s and the singing sparrows
But we live in the cruelty of the shadows
Where ****, ****** and poverty prevail
Where justice only seems to fail.

But I don’t want to play ball no more
I want to fight for it all
I want safety, choice and an education
Not only for me, but the entire nation

We may not all live to see my vision
But I know that’s never our decision
This just provides an easier choice to make
‘Cause I can’t sit around, I’ll break.
For while I have opportunity,
The rest of my people, my community
Are out there suffering an unjust cruelty

I wont play
I will fight today
They may see me as young, naive and inferior
But all I’ve got to reply is I’ll defeat ya

So stand up and fight with me
‘Cause what would our future be
if we let this be the reason to our defeat
And the unbecoming greet
To our own dooms day
‘Cause if we leave it, it won’t go away.

- E. A. F

Yesterday

a momma dreamt
of rocking her little girl
while she read sweet stories
of a fairy tale world

a father dreamt of smiling
while he shook his sons hand
the day that little boy
became an honorable man

a big brother dreamt
of the day that his mother
would finally bring home
his new baby brother

Today
a momma's rocking
her precious little girl
afraid come tomorrow
she'll no longer be in this world

a father is crying
while he holds his own hand
for his perfect little boy
will never grow into a man.

our children are dying,
at least seven a day
their siblings are lying
saying they'll be okay.

tubes like little serpents
cover their beds
they’ve little to no hair
on their sweet little heads

September is here
now our voices will be heard
our words will reach
every inch of this earth.

-ARI

come with me
why not
play with me
why not

dive in with me
why not
take a chance with me
why not

why not

because I'm scared

Read between the lines
To travel between the covers

It's not your time yet.
Not just yet. It will be one
day. But not just yet.

I write when I'm happy
I write when I'm sad
Once I've written all I can
My heart fills with a wave of tidal oceans,
I feel glad.

I write words to inspire,
some words filled with desire,
as long as the message is clear,
I want to open up your mind, eyes, ears
to see what I've written
I want the whole world to hear.

my writing you see might make you sigh,
make the depths of your heart touched,
make you redden with burning anger,
or simply make you cry a river,
forgive me if I offend you in my writings,
my aim is for my words to be reached.

as long as the message is clear,
I want to open up your mind, eyes, ears
to see what I've written
I want the whole world to hear.

that's why I write.

I have to write
write
or I will fall
take the blade
it will fall into my skin
I wish to slice my chest
rip out my heart
what has it done!
what good
I wish the curb was a cliff
so I could gracefully step off
and fly
my hair whirling around my face
eyes closed
then the end
I wish my cigarette was a poison
I could inhale
exhale toxic lies
be still
be finished
I have to write
write

writing
writing can get you so deep
into dreams upon dreamt in a dream

your feelings sing
into words on a paper or screen
and you feel what they mean

you express who you are
you show you have come far
and the places we've been
and the people we meet
does make me believe
it changes everything


this is who you are
you tell to the world
communicate through words
even when writing hurts

but do tell how you feel
do not keep it concealed
let your wall fall away
start writing today