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  Aug 2014 krissie
Simpleton
I am ashamed, Sister!

I live in a house, I want to renovate.
Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.

I need a new car, trade the old one away.
You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.

I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.
You find comfort in the cold hard floor instead.

Something doesn't work out I'll complain to everyone.
While you hide your tears when you lose someone.

My freezer is full with samosas and pies.
Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.

I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.
You are thankful for that single date.

I do some chores my back is sore.
You lost your sons your pain is much more.

My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.
You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.

I need a few holidays throughout the year.
You won't abandon your land despite the fear.

I have everything yet I still want more.
You just want peace, the end of this war.

Despite all this you are closer to Allah then I'll ever be.
So I am ashamed sister, ashamed for being me!
This work is not one of mine. Unfortunately I do not know who the original author is.
krissie Aug 2014
There is no difference between,
A gun and a pen.
  Aug 2014 krissie
Paula Lee
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Call this assurance if you must;
But when it's time to say Farewell
To one you love, it's just plain hell.

There are no words, no healing balm,
To fill the void, to ease the calm;
And not a thing that one can say
Will drive the quick hot tears away.

We look upon the empty chair
And seek the one no longer there;
And so heartbreaking is the pain
We question if we'll meet again.

How grim indeed, if death should be
The Bitter End--- Eternity;
Just some vague dream conceived by Man
And not a part of any plan.

But God has taken such great care
To note the sparrow in the air;
His Love alone can cover all
And Mark a simple Sparrows' fall.

And if he cares for the birds that fly,
then he must hear My Anguished cry;
"Dear God, I yield my grief to Thee
For Thou alone can comfort me."
To Everyone who is struggling with Grief
krissie Aug 2014
you sweet, sweet animal
what has become of you now?
constricted in despair
your sweet, sweet melodies
what a miserable sound
they tell of a life behind bars
were you not meant to fly?
fly to the heavens, dear bird
for soon you will die
those in love with vanity
have kept you a prisoner
keep your head high, young bird
for you will soon have a visitor
sing, beautiful creature, sing!
sing till your last dying breath
sing, beautiful creature, sing!
before you are laid to rest
krissie Aug 2014
Ink
Eyes of fire,
Burning into my very being.
My vision is limited.
What is it that you're seeing?
I cannot see my flaws,
Or rather, I do not wish to.
But here they are,
Laid out for the world to see.
A million conniving words,
Tattooed on my body.
There are many things,
I would like to be in invisible ink.
But they're written in bold and black,
And I'm beginning to sink,
In these things I do not wish to see.
They're weighing me down,
Pounding me endlessly.

Not invisible but in bold black ink...
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