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 Feb 2018 Deenah
Duzy
Noose
 Feb 2018 Deenah
Duzy
No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Mohd Arshad
Don't expect so much from the day!
Sometimes it's dusky
But always pray
For the better!
Notes (optional)
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Jenny Cerna
I wanted to see
See who you are
Who we ought to be
What we should've been
But there you go
Once again
I remember this pain
I remember your words
Your promises
You amaze me
How easily you trap me, everytime
Will I ever really let it go
Will I ever let it be enough
What are the limits
*what are our limits
Will I keep your love
Or can I give my heart a break
Wait...
Is that the same thing?
Braking my heart...
Wait no...
That's not what I meant
I meant rest
But I guess,
Why not,
Once again..
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Abdullah Ayyash
Valentine is over
One door has closed
Others can't be open
Valentine is over
Can't seem to fit in
I'm just a burden
Valentine is over
This year is history
Next year is frozen
Valentine is over
Happiness is red
Sad clown is in bed
Valentine is over
Dreams are weaved
Hope is my holder
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
February 14th, 2016

i lay on my back thinkin' at the stars
why i had to fight that many a wars
i watch the birds as they are flyin' by
always have wished bein' able to fly

i stay at pace wonderin' at the sky
why does the ego urge to satisfy
i hear those leaves whisperin' in the wind
all the amount on the trees i have sinned

i may be restin' as if behind bars
the dreams i have had but those nightmares why
i feel cold as the pressure overwhelms
it is i this world into depths has binned

for now my place is here beneath these elms
this grave now to be my only of realms

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 09/05/1437

'a (pentameter) Sonnet'
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Hi It's Haliyah
My fingertips are frayed
like my favorite pair of jeans.
My hair is grey
like the faded pencil marks
in my old diary, my book of dying dreams.
My back is bent
like the crook in my couch
where I used to read a stack of books.

My mind
is missing like the word in an
incomplete
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Lovelust
Scars
 Mar 2016 Deenah
Lovelust
The scars on my body,
Dont represent my pain,
Or my suffering,
Beneath each one is a story,
Of how it took me to get here.
 Jan 2016 Deenah
Lovelust
Life
 Jan 2016 Deenah
Lovelust
I'm not afraid of death,
Not anymore,
Because what do I have to lose,
If I didn't have anything to start with.

Life is full of possibilities,
But most of them all end in pain,
Look at the light at the end of the tunnel,
But you can never find the light,
When the tunnel is never ending.

We live in a world where people want to **** each other,
For religon for land or an ideology,
Then why aren't we called the animals,
Because we haven't evolved from them.

So when people say life has a purpose,
But purpose is only a two syllable word,
That makes people believe they have a reason to live,
But I don't want there to be a reason I just want to make a statement.
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