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 May 2020 hiba sajid
Dr Peter Lim
Eyes that cannot see
hearts harden and cannot feel
life is a wasteland.
Have been battling my reveal
But the streets call it survival
Because life is a struggle
So to make it in life is my  major ego
And I'm that ambious , furious type of eagle
Always with a high flow, chasing the upper door
And never will I taste down fall
Because I'm a Hustler ,a Solider
I'm a street warrior
Fighting poverty like a Solider
It is a war zone
Battling my reveal
Survival is always a struggle
So never depend too much on people
Specifically your uncle
Cause they never see the struggle
But they only see you as trouble
Pac said that
The street felt that
And so I wrote that
The main reason I hustle
Cause I will never be too young or too older
But too busy putting my life in order.
Work had until the work is no longer hard
 May 2020 hiba sajid
Hassan Idris
I want my heart to sit
on the boat of love,
Sail my sorrow away across
the sea of joy.

Where love shall be my
compass and the comeliness
of the sea shall be my paddler.

Where I shall whisper love
unto the ears of all the birds
across the sea.

I want to sail my heart on the
oceans of love, and let her
kiss the fishes beneath the sea.

I want to sail my heart and
soul  across to the calm nature
of the sea and inhale the air
of Ramadan.
 May 2020 hiba sajid
Kay
Forgetful
 May 2020 hiba sajid
Kay
I'm afraid I'm not so good at this writing thing
Everyone seems to have a way with words

I just chatter on til i feel like my soul is free
Or maybe, it's til my soul reveals that it's empty

Either way

What was I saying again..?

Oh yea,

I'm afraid I'm not so good at this writing thing
 May 2020 hiba sajid
nightMARE
im scared im uncurable
and that im not inportant,
that you dont love me,
that i cant just be happy,
im scared that the feeling of pure fear in my gut wont go away
and that you still wont care,
that i cant stop caring,
that the river will keep making me trust you
that  the current wont stop bringing me towards
that i will always be sad
To let our wildest thoughts take flight

On gentle feathered wings of night

To break the bonds of earth and find

We leave our human chains behind

To soar and dip and skim the oceans roar

Released from all we were before

To feel the light and taste the air

Is not a gift that we can share

Still shackled to the ground it seems

We must content ourselves with dreams

Leaving birds to own the sky

While we look up and long to fly
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