I walk down the street tonight
The city does not sleep anymore
I can see tall buildings still alive
Nothing seems the same anymore
These streets are empty yet filled with new faces
Hearts are cold yet burning to ashes
I am walking down the street
I don't know anymore
My city is lost or maybe
I am, God knows.

please, don't lock me up just to keep me closer to yourself
it's spring outside, i need to dance and live and grow.
i am a seed that is capable of producing the finest roses in the garden
but give me some room to breathe before i wither and dry out.
you can pluck the flowers i give and make a bouquet out of them
gift it to someone you love, i would never care to know.

the red light
was more
of an invitation
than a warning

before you fall in love with him
you have to learn
to love yourself
to trust your heart
to find your origin
before you find your other half
learn what you need
learn to protect yourself from harm

no no no my sweet child
it's not called being selfish
or having a cold heart
you have to know yourself
before someone defines who you are
you have to discover where you belong
before someone gives you his past

and now that you have finally understood
tell me if you still believe that you and him are
parts of the same broken star

(The clock is ticking, tick tock tick tock)
He returns from office, It was a bad day
He throws his files on the table
As he loosens the ties, exhausted.

(The T.V is not working again)
He smashes the remote against the wall
And collapses on the sofa,
His eyes are now closed.

(The water starts boiling)
She turns the stove off
And rushes to the t.v lounge
As she hears the shattering sound.

After wiping her face with the corner of her shirt
She manages to put on a smile weakly.
"Hey darling. Welcome back home
The dinner is also almost ready."

(The bulb starts flickering)
He opens his eyes staring at it.
He curses aloud as she stands waiting for a reply
Then he lights up a cigarette.

He puffs for a while and
Asks what's for dinner
She is frightened to upset him,
She starts to stammer.

"I asked what's for ******* dinner!?"
"Boiled vegetables and steak, dear."
"I told you to cook rice for me ******
How hard was it to remember!?"

Tears fill her eyes as he curses again
She pleads for him to stop
But he holds her by the arm
And kicks her out of the house.

(The T.V is now working again)
(And the flickering of the bulb has also stopped.)
No one is there to blame anymore
(The clock ticks, tick tock tick tock.)

He offered me wine but I refused for I don't drink.
He offered me a cigarette but I refused for I don't smoke.

He offered me his heart
and I took it
because I was longing to be
loved.

i sat there in the hot bath tub
looking carefully
at the bubbles rising up
around my legs and my chest
the water touched my skin
scrapping off what was left;
all that pain and sorrows and hurt.
i took a deep breath and loosen myself
relaxing every muscle
untangling every thought
drowning all the words.


sitting there in the hot bath tub
i closed my eyes
forgetting it all;
the water, the bubbles
the pain, the love.

sitting there in the hot bath tub
i washed you off
along all the dust.

Painting, for me, is like making love. I paint when I am frustrated. I paint with a chaotic mind. It leaves me tired but at the end of the day, I feel satisfied.

Let's play with paints tonight
He'll paint the skies,
scenes breath-taking
while I'll paint the lies
(and both will make some beautiful paintings)

***** this
and ***** that.
I am tired
of everything I ever had
been or tried to be.

I need to live
carefree.

I remember staying up
all night just to watch
the stars with you.
Side by side,
we made a castle
based on promises
and dreams.
We took the stars
as witness
and lit up the
candle of our
dreams in the
darkness of that
night.

Little did we know
that the same stars
would witness the
evasion of that castle
by the darkness of
the world.

Shining
Star
Our pride
Fought till last
With dreams in her eyes
That little soul tried to beat her heart
She suffered all the pain while the whole nation prayed for her life
People like Arfa, with extra ordinary talent, aren't born everyday. Achieving so many high goals in such a little age.
Everyone have to face it but like success she faced it very early
That innocent laughter faded away somewhere so deep
Making everyone broken and teary
Now she sleep
With her
Shattered
Dreams!

I don't feel like writing anymore.
The light has taken away my charms
Let me crawl back into the darkness
Let me be myself again
Let me pick up the pen again
Let me write without any care.

Sometimes I get tired of pretending to be stronger than I am.
So I stroll into a dark corner taking the heavy armor off
as I allow my demons to take over and control me for a while.
I please myself with some moments spent alone.

And when all the marks and wounds of war have washed away,
I dress up and take charge of myself, pretending to be strong again.

They hid their ugliness beneath all the makeup
and she hid her beauty under the masks of her words.

Half dressed she stood in the kitchen making two cups of coffee.
Half dressed he laid in the bed regretting that last sip of whiskey.

i blame the stars
and you blame me.
drunk
with broken hearts
we both try to find
solace

The wind sings me to sleep as I lay between the dancing lavenders.
"Oh child of the dawn, your kingdom awaits
as it watches the birds fly back everyday.
Oh child of the dawn, come back home
you're to be buried where you were born."
I clutch the white rose in my hand tightly, whispering like a scared child, " I am back, mother nature. I have returned back home."
The lavenders lean down and kiss me one by one, accepting me as one of them. I close my eyes floating like a feather with the wind to the wonderland.

The particles of wind still carries me around, every time it sings the lullaby of the dead.

Inside these ******* covers, we all hide a child that refuses to grow up.
A child that still craves love and attention but is chained and dumped.
We all are aware of that little life who is scared and tortured and left alone
But none of us is brave enough to stand up for that child and make him feel home
And give him love that he deserves and be his friend to help him overcome
all the fears that feed on him
Fear of rejection, fear of this world
Fear of closure, fear of growing up
Fear of trusting someone
Fear of being loved.

Inside these ******* covers, we all hide a child that refuses to grow up.
That child will either turn into a monster or into a no one.

I ran to the washroom and locked myself in. The tears started rolling down my cheek. I tried breathing but instead I puked. I puked blood. My mouth tasted like rusted iron. "God, what is happening to me?" I couldn't control myself and I puked again and again until I lost the count and crashed on the floor.

I woke up in the pool of my own blood. It was dark yet I could still see the shadow. It approached me slowly and bent down to my level. I tried getting up but slipped and fell back in the puddle. It slowly raised his hand and caressed my cheek.
"You are being punished for your sins, sweetie."
With that, I puked blood again but this time it tasted sweet.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you darling
I am not an easy person to love.
I am a ticking bomb
that can explode anytime, anywhere
so it's going to be really tough.

If you are going to love me,
Let me warn you my love,
I may love you back to the fullest
but one day
you'll wake up
and you'll see a stranger in your bed.
A stranger who will make you
hate me
for the same reasons why
you want to fall in
love.

He rose from a pile of dust and found himself standing among the dead.
A man with wings called him out, "Boy! You're next."
He walked on the clouds towards the glowing light
Where began the trial of his life.

Before the final verdict he asked God, "You saved me from one hell just to throw me into another?
Will I ever deserve something other than heat and fire?"
"I won't send you to hell", God replied. "You deserve heaven in your after life."

On his way to the eternal bliss,  he witnessed people rotting in hell.
They were wearing black suits yet their faces could not be recognized.
"Who are these men punished in such a way?" he asked the angel
"The men who were comfortable enough while you were dying.
They were too proud to wear their suits in heat
But had no heart to help the poor people in need."

A clock in a tree with a door in its trunk.
Paint it on a plate with colors that you're given.

A black canvas with white paint strokes.
You paint the memories in your little workshop.

Teaching me how to paint my very own collection.
I don't know if you're real or just my imagination.

The chirping birds welcomed her as the sun rose to make a crown with rays.
She walked bare feet on the shore, decorated by pebbles and shells. The wind held her cape to honor her.

She was finally in her kingdom.

There's a mason jar under my bed
It lights up every night
There's a part of your soul I keep in there
It reminds me of your secret side
That no one but I had seen
In the darkness of the darkest nights
That part of your soul now belongs to me
So don't worry darling, everything will be alright.

Just don't forget about it someday
I'd be waiting with that mason jar
on the rooftop that's painted with wishes
that we wished on those wishing stars.

I smoked your love in and enjoyed
as it burned my lungs
making me feel invincible and free.
Sorry my love,
But I just got high to
puff out the clouds of poetry.

My head hurts.
Take a pill, they say.
A pill or two more
if the pain does not go away,
A pill.
A pill.
A pill.

And pills is what I have taken
all my life
every time I had a headache.

you don't understand my words
but still i am okay with that
i don't need your consent for writing
or thinking or speaking what i want to
you cannot silence me or stop me
or even try
i was born to write
and i'll die doing exactly that.

A baby and a dead are both covered in a white sheet.
The struggle is to keep it spotless somewhere in between.

The voices* called my name in the dark
I knew I had no choice left.
My whole body shivered and rose up in the air
I was several inches above my bed.

The shadow approached me and touched my lips.
I could feel every muscle tightening.
My heartbeat stopped and veins dried out
As it whispered, "Let the ceremony begin."

It's almost 2 at night and here I am again.
Sleepless and empty.
No bottle is full enough to let me drown in itself.
No pill is effective enough to let me lose myself to it.
No needle is sharp enough to enter this cold ****.

It's almost 2 at night and here I am again.
Tired and alone.
No memory is sweet enough to give me solace.
No words are compelling enough to heal my wounds.
No friend is close enough to understand my pain.

It's almost 2 at night and here I am again.
Done and gone.

humans are beautifully complex creatures
living simplest of the lives
whereas they deserve
more than they think they do

they deserve love
they deserve care
they deserve more than
all the hatred and despair

he died without any honorary medals
on his chest or any awards
named after him.
he died silently; an ordinary death
with scars and wounds and
everything similar
to a war hero
but the only thing
that he couldn't do
was to **** someone in return.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.
I wanted to look pretty and make a lot of friends.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be so many things
I wanted to be an astronaut and an archaeologist.
When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.

But

Now that I have grown up,
I realize,
looks and friends are nothing but a deception
and dreams are just dreams
that always remain the same.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to feel loved.

Now that I have grown up,
I wish I had never tasted
the forbidden fruit.

They tell me I create magic with my words
They don't know that you are the one
providing me the magic dust.

lying on the washroom floor
drunk and broken
i closed my eyes and asked God
"do You exist?"

silence.

"prove me."

silence.

the darkness filled in
and my senses turned numb.

i woke up in my grave
"thank you, God. now i know."

Let's break all the rules and laws of this society
and grow old with creative minds and young hearts
living in the worlds created by our demons
without the fear of getting lost or falling apart.

When the old man sits to share his tale,
Listen to his words and look deep into his eyes.

You'll forget everything in that moment and
you'll feel as if you are living his life.

The cup of coffee is still warm
With stains of red lipstick.
Drops of ink are still fresh,
Splattered on the pages
Of my diary which is now,
Just a reminder of the past.
Sometime past midnight it is,
Time for a new start.

Oh Madam Honk,

That black ribbon of yours is tied the same way
I wonder if you see it now, what would you say.

Words
break people.

And

Here I am,
using them to
fix
myself.

Let's all play the blame game
like little kids play 'tag you're it.'
I'll blame you.
You blame someone else.
We'll blame till we're all culprits.
But that's another problem
For we'll all be equal.
**** now that ***** as well.
How can we all be the same?
Because if we did then
who will be left to blame?

I've traveled the whole universe and what lies ahead just by looking into your eyes. They are dark but glittering with the secrets and wonders.
I've tasted the enchantment that sets a soul free as I kissed your lips and kept on kissing. You spilled all your spells as we exchanged our souls.
I've escaped my body and wandered in the land of the wanderers where you feed me with love that I had never known before.

Now I am lost, for I don't know my way back from the wonderland to the thorns where I once belonged.

There is a whole universe inside you
With cold planets and burning stars
And a vast empty space painted in dark.

But in between all this
I see a fertile land.

Where I can bury myself and blow some life in your stiff heart.