Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light.
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
but at least
of my own
Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing
Home is seeing your sisters empowered,
your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved
Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears
Home is the magical word that can **** your fears
Home is a feeling embbeded in layers of love, acceptance and peace.
In this life, feet catch fire
Remember your dream
it is your turn
You will see your ashes
you will manage to breathe
you sustain the flames
Your ashes will float
shimmer like gold
You will rise as a
with wings to behold
The martial arts Muslim is hiking and sees something bad;
An evil man is about to torch an Islamic center and that makes the Muslim mad.
The martial arts Muslim tells the arsonist to stop, as you can see;
The arsonist tries to attack the Muslim immediately.
The martial arts Muslim kicks the arsonist in his face;
The arsonist is a big disgrace.
When the arsonist is knocked out, the Muslim calls the police, which is great;
The arsonist is full of hate.
The Muslim stops the arsonist, which is a wonderful thing;
The arsonist is also a ding-a-ling.
When the police arrive and arrest the arsonist, the martial arts Muslim goes away;
The arsonist is going to prison and that's all I have to say.
it was not quite morning when i woke in my bed
in the doorway there was darkness and a black figure i read
standing in the doorway in silence, not a word, nothing said
i could just make out its eyes: yellow, and black with a hue almost red
it was staring at me. filling me full with dread
i saw it's hands rested on the doorframe with fingers wide-spread
i tried not to scream but an airy hiss left my head
as all of my courage and sanity fled
then i swear this figure, back into the darkness it bled
until i could no longer tell it from the shadows at the foot of my bed
February 11 2019
Couldn't sleep last night
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
It sits in my stomach,
rules the beats of my heart,
pouring under my skin,
and through my shaking limbs.
It grips me and waits
to tear me apart.
In public spaces,
the crowds and faces
spark its power over me.
I count to three
Still, I can barely breathe.
Engulfing my energy
until it's ready to leave.
It leaves me trembling,
as my eyes betray me.
Once more my fears
have brought me to tears.
Copyright © 2018 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
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