We sacrificed a lot and
yet no one appreciates us for it

- To be a woman

I  am  the witch that crushed hearts
and tore them open
I am the opportunist of a girl
That takes advantage of now
I am the idiot of a girl that grows
close to girls who dislike her girls
who wants what is best for them only
I am the boss of a girl that will close
these chapters and walk forward
and rest in arms of self love instead
of self harm

i am a work in progress
i am a work in progress
and i am owning every bit of this flawed
sentence because
i am her

Tragedy is still caring for someone who wants the worse for you.

Together we faced challenges
But with your absence
I was left defeated you gave
me no other choice
but to move on to a man
Who treats me better than you
ever did but some how I can't
love him back because
my heart is still attached to you.

Your absences felt like
A gun pulled to my chest
Knowingly that she's sleeping
By your side
Naked while your two bodies collide
And exchange heat I remain untouched.

The only time he acknowledges her
Is after midnight
He says hey babe
I came to pick you up
She comes back the next day
Thinking he loves her
Now the avoiding begins
He sees her in public
And acts like he doesn't know her
This is why I call it delusional love
Cause this is not love
Love is not about satisfying someone's needs.

I try so hard to move on,
But then you appear in my dreams
Right where you belong
In my cerebrum.

  I try to stand strong,
But then Everybody that I know are telling me
               You Moved On

But then there you were standing tall in a fog trying to send me a message in my dreams
Shouting my name achingly For me to
                Come Back To You

But then
in reality you moved on
with the girl of your dreams.
The kind of girl that pampers herself
And has an ultimate addiction of  her looks.

                                  _ismahan

Swallow me in pieces
and Let me be
safe in your
Esophagus
Then let me
Slowly find
My way to
your Abdomen.

And
be the Parasite
that Showers you
with constant Butterflies.



_Ismahan

we walked and talked together
at the sea .
but our hearts were too different
for each other.

His love was
The kind of love that sweeps you off your feet.
The kind of love that serenades you with Let Me Be Your Hero and lillies.

  
     It was that kind of love.

I fell in love with you
All the way to my bones
And it hurts to know that
I was just another one of your play toys.

when the flowers blossom,
I will think of you.
And when the wind blows,
I will also think of you.
And when distance stand against Our love,
I will always think of you.

We've learnt literature
To share our thoughts.

And We prayed each day
To end in peace
Kids running away from content
To the other
Hiding from terror
Wishing the night
Could end at ease.

ALL
Running away from their homes
Seeking nothing
Wanting nothing but a better
Life for their Own.  






                          _ismahan

POETRY


You let me share my thoughts and exchange clues of what's next in our upcoming adventure
And you let me write and erase my pain
And re-write them all over again
Changing inks for my
Story to be complete
In a book that saves my secrets
And kept them sealed for years  
Gratitude to you for listening to What was once left muted.
Gratitude to you
dear poetry.


                                 _Ismahan

You made feel that
Am the contagious One
for your living
You made me look poisonous
Through your eyes
A hazard that set
Me through flames.

i use to love looking at
the moon cause it use to
Remind me of your face
now the stars reflect on my
faults and my heart sheds
a tear
Asking myself what have I done?
Who did I have fallen  in love with?
I'd reach the shooting star of what I love
But, Now all I see is
darkness and a
shattered heart.



         --Ismahan

If falling In love with him was a crime
Then the taste of his Flesh remained on my tongue.
He was forever mine.

i might not know
the first thing about
poetry.

but what i do know is it speaks
within your soul and leaves no room for regrets
it brings out the other side of you
that hides between the sheets
and shouts out the pain
and brings out the ink

tatters around papers
cause nothing make sense
but the right piece of poetry
can make a difference.



              --ismahan

she looked down
at what used to
be it once
she found nothing
but a body full
of scars.

He felt the rays
of the sunlight
as He watched her
set foot in his life.






     --ismahan

she got high
with his warmth
his tenderness  
that melted her heart
He makes her want to
wander ceaselessly in his
arms.

Ecstasy was his
Lips on mine.
Now it's all
Gone.

I predicted us
being one.
My mind didn't
Predict a plus two.
its funny how
One's imagination
can predict happy
Moments but not
the ruiners.





           --Ismahan

I was not humble enough to know
the truth that in life
we cant wait for opportunities
to knock on the door
but to chase them with
full hope.

His bones needed milk
as much as love
for him to survive
in this cruel world.

I want to look
inside your
head and see
will I show up
as a saint
or a sinner?



--ismahan

Was it the
scar on my
hip that made
you disappear
and slowly made
you ship
south.
Or was your mind
stubborn enough
to understand that my
body was disowned
by another soul.

confused between
a one sided lie
a fathers love
and a mothers happiness
collided by two miseries
and a hatred that brings
flames to ashes
of mothers love
and a fathers
regret  .

the mind can't dig
  but the tongue can twist
lust into money.

What are we doing?
but siding with the beast
kids crying out of fear
feared to shed a tear
mother's lying on floor
with their blood covering
the sea.

what are we doing?
kids stunned to death
whether to realize whats real
or not real.
fathers running away
with full speed.


kids feasting with there own
fear confused with this
collision


A world
thats feasting with blood
and tears.


                           --Ismahan

she crossed the seven seas
encountered Waves that drowned
the unthinkable.
just to prove
that love has its sacrifices  
the moon became her shelter.











--ismahan

He flew all around the world just to be away from her.
Little did he know
She cried all night just to be by her side again.

she counted him
As one of her flaws.

I was all that she was once upon a time.
I was a bee who owned her beehive
I had a  home
and it was you.


_ismahan

Her reflection
Was his typewriter.

His volatile emotions
Was her story teller.

Her hysteria
Was a story teller.
             And Her Lover.
                    Was the Typewriter

She wiped her life
From the surface and endings
As she watched him
Start a new chapter
A new life
With her.

I've owned up
To my Unfading Scars
The ones that didn't forget
Your touch.

Stuck in between.....
Do I call him
Do I not
Do I talk To my dad like any daughters would
Do I stay away and not let my mother words down
Shall I not take sides
When all along I was stuck in between
My happiness
And this hideous Un-forgetable scar
That's haunting me
Constantly
Stuck inbetween my fathers love
And my mothers wounded heart.

the tip of my tongue dyed
deliciously in between his
untied Scars.

Give me Your All
Was his everlasting
Request.

And I chose to gave him
                       None.

She just wanted her Man
       To become a dreamer
  A dreamer of life and what's next.

Sunday Morning two life's forever have changed
With one word
"Divorce".

A Father Who's made his Ultimate decision
leaving us without a Persuasion  
leaving us without a Saying
Leaving us without Mother


A Mother
who made a Mistake of leaving Us
behind but regrets the Moment
she left Him and left Us behind

A Father who cant take Her pain anymore
Of leaving Him and leaving Us behind

A Father who's made His ultimate decision
His Life Changing Decision
A Father who cant be persuaded
anymore.

A Mother who left us with confusion
That can't be left behind
Leaving Us without Hope
Rescuing their love
Again.

A Father
who's made his Ultimate decision
And One Word
Still stuck on his Mind
"Divorce".

what if Everything
you've ever Touched
slowly Turned
into dust.

what if the only man
you've Ever
loved throws His life
In between your
Two hands.

Leaving you
To take care
Of a confused child.

what if your life
was a written poetry.

Humanity is

The Human race; Human beings
collectively.

in another words
being One
sharing the love Together
being supportive of One Another
Not going against each Other.

We've known each other
Only
For two weeks
And we were Hilariously in Love.

People of color
Aren't we all Humans
Who are striving To do better
Who are harmless
Aren't we all Innocent
who are livings for there ever after
Aren't we all believers
Who are excited to bring newborns
In this WORLD


A World?
        


A world that is full of violence
A world that is so beautiful
Yet corrupted
In every way
In every direction.

Are we Brought to this World to be loved Equally Or to be Loved Unequally
Dear father,
Aren't we all one
Didn't we all come out from One Womb
From one soul
From one flesh
From one Phenomenal Women
Who went  through all the pain
All the Aches
All the broken bones
All the suffering
Dear father,
Aren't we all one
Didn't we all come out from one womb
From one Flesh
Aren't we all one.

They say wounds Heal
but the Mind doesn't Forget
it recalls every Ounce of
Heartache that was once given
to an innocent soul.