Khadi Alza

Khadi Alza Mar 4

Racecars whirring in my mind,
Thoughts trying to find
A reasonable explanation
To this new info as big as a nation.

Oh, it's just such a fiddle!
It all sounds like a riddle
For me to crack,
But the skills, I lack.

Is this really true?
Is this really you?
Cause it doesn't sound like the girl I knew.
It's as if you were someone new.
Someone that I don't know of,
Not the same I know and love.

I wish one day you'd tell me,
I want to ask you, yet let you be.
For it is your choice,
Your voice,
And only you know the true story.

I wish I never knew,
Then I would have never questioned you.
Yet I can't help ask myself:
Are you really the girl we thought?
Or in my head, I'm just caught?

She probably is the girl we all know and love, mby I'm just overreacting...and besides, I don't know the whole story, or whether what I heard was true.
might be overreacting...can't help it though :)

Khadi Alza Mar 3

The Dark Wisp is Holding On

A dark, wispy being
That flutters from here to there.
Captures moments full of memory,
In paper for one to stare.

He uses his wispy hands,
And snatches these moments.
Whether as small as a grain of sand,
Or as huge as the wide lands.

He’s obsessed with them,
These moments.
For him, they’re like gems.
If not collected, they’ll be lost in the torrent
And forever be slipping past his hem.

These moments have power,
That only he understands
The strong ones bellow louder,
When held in his hands.
The small ones are like powder.
Alone, they cannot stand.

If you made some with him,
These moments, I mean.
Then beware: he’ll trim and skim
Then put them on paper to be seen.

Khadi Alza Mar 2

Marshmallow Caramel Princess

You see that girl?
With short brown hair,
That ends up in a swirl?
The one in the pretty dress,
The one thats a lovely green mess.

Well, she’s sweet,
And wise,
A million stories behind her eyes.

Kind,
Thoughtful,
Oh, what a beautiful mind.

Hardworking,
Cause she’s afraid she’ll fail.
She’s listening,
For no one heard her wail.

Ambitious,
Cause she’s afraid she’s not enough.
Expressive,
Because her mind is rough.
Friendly,
For she wants people to feel welcomed and stuff.

She’s not perfect,
She knows.
Yet everyone shows her respect,
Which is where her heart goes.

Mar 1

kind hands

I Think We Got It Wrong

i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong

for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine

or controlled
by need or greed

its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind

#life #growing #healing #changeofperspective #altruistic #intention #outlook #perceptionoflife

Feb 28

Abbott J Hardison

(Not)

I'm (not) stupid,
I am (not) a fool,
I'm (not) only useful to you,
I'll never (not) be useful to anyone.

When negative thoughts come, add a (not) in front of the statement.

#negative #positive #useful #stupid #fool #edits #thoughts #happy

Khadi Alza Feb 25

Which One?

Which one’s easier?
To focus on the good?
Or the bad?
The negative
And the sad,
Or the positive
And the glad?

Lately, I’ve been wondering why people tend to see the bad first. Maybe it’s negativity bias—our brains are wired to notice danger more. Bad things feel stronger, stick longer. Stress and self-doubt don’t help either. But the good is still there… just harder to see.