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Feb 2015 · 1.1k
Fissure
Leelan Farhan Feb 2015
We have buried the (((center))) of our being in layers of rigid hypotheticals,
pouring the cement of impossibility and refusing to drill deeper for
fear of an oil spill, an explosion, the expulsion of a dormant soul.

[If we]
[[If you]]
[[[If I]]]

The taste of a silent stroke on my tongue,
iron from the blood of unhealed wounds.
Metallic memories refusing to be forgotten
fighting to be remembered.

[You fools]
[[You fool]]
[[[I am a fool]]]

The scent of a carcass creeps into my nose,
rotten flesh from a casket broken up.
Frankenstein fears refusing to be mocked,
fighting for resurrection.

Even the bones of ancient species remerge as fossils to be found.

*-lf-
©Leelan Farhan
February 13, 2015
Dec 2014 · 778
ThoughtGraves
Leelan Farhan Dec 2014
when you hate yourself so much that you can feel it in your bones
and nothing feels as good as the tightening around your throat
and physical pain is just a distraction from the empty darkness in your soul

when you dig down deep inside but find nothing but carcasses of thoughts
and even though the memories are vague, the emotion has yet to rot
and despite their blurred outlines, scars, you have not forgot

when you know that they have skinned you, left you tarred and feathered
left you out to fend for yourself in the harshest of weather
you know, deep inside, that
someday it will all be better

                    *-lf-
Aug 2014 · 1.3k
ventriloquy
Leelan Farhan Aug 2014
I am as empty as they come
a ship with holes in its floorboards;
life seeps in and out of me, a constant balance of nothingness.
I'm aware of the input, but it slides out from underneath me
before I have a chance to bid it a proper goodbye.

I am as empty as they come
a disillusioned body suffering from disorders of the mind;
a carcass of medication packaged neatly with skin and vacant eyes.

I am as empty as they come:
An abandoned ship,
An abandoned mind,
the disillusioned eyes of the blind.

I am as empty as they come.
But I too,
was once filled to the brim
with heart-pounding vigor.
        
                                      *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   August 4 2014
Jul 2014 · 829
awakening
Leelan Farhan Jul 2014
He opened doors to both Heaven and hell
but contradicting conflict is preferable to the purgatory of false confidence.

I numbed my soul with constructions and sudden reality is jarring.
Nobody likes being cut cold turkey
but the way he wipes my tears and touches his lips to mine makes the withdrawal infinitely better than intoxicating fantasies of escape.

                          *-lf-
(C) Leelan Farhan
       July 5 2014
May 2014 · 34.4k
jealousy
Leelan Farhan May 2014
She swings upon her crooked pendulum,
her eyes burning with a scarlet fire.
Her white dress cannot mask what I know to be
her deepest and darkest desire.


*-lf-
Apr 2014 · 758
unanticipated
Leelan Farhan Apr 2014
I used to hide out in blankets of ice
behinds walls of steel
reading a book written in his blood.
I used to let his ink seep into my nerves
and down into my spine
dissolving the backbone I once had.

I used to cover the mirror with rose-coloured tape
hoping to shy away from self-loathing
while laughter left my lips in bouts.
I cut my hair, hoping it would cut him out
and grow happiness in its absence.

But then you snuck into the crook of my heart
through the cracks in my skin.
And you saw a body pulsing with more than just blood
more than just flesh and bone and muscle.
You can trace my anger with your eyes
and settle the fear that ignites my bones.
I almost ran away, clutching my brokenness to my
chest but you didn’t let go.
You’re the first to make my tongue bleed with
happiness and melt my ribs into your body.

You taste like sin and smell like trouble
but I’ve never been good enough to care.
And even though I swore I’d never falter over
another man’s face as long as I lived,
all that’s ever been missing
was you.  

                 *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    Sunday April 13, 2014

- this is the first (positive??) poem I've written about someone...
Mar 2014 · 700
Small Giant
Leelan Farhan Mar 2014
Although my height has not grown in years, with every day that I grow older, with each experience, I feel farther and farther away from the ground - head racing towards the clouds, yet body still somehow planted on foreign land.

                           *-lf-
Leelan Farhan
March 22 2014
Mar 2014 · 636
reject's cave
Leelan Farhan Mar 2014
I should have known
that it would amount to nothing.



- you wanted to dig for diamonds
but I could only ever give you gold
          
                       *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   March 5 2014
Mar 2014 · 629
Poet's Town
Leelan Farhan Mar 2014
Life. Eyes. Skin and blood.
Need
Just a little pain
Push
Leave
There are always walls
Time. Flesh and tongue.
Hold
Pull
Used
Alive
Voice broken open
Stop
Veins bleed
Face away
Hands break
Head drowning
They’ll smile, maybe
He’s oxygen
Black sweat
They die like God
    
                     *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   March 9 2014
   Just a little something I threw together using the word's page - the abandoned town of my mind.
Feb 2014 · 963
90A
Leelan Farhan Feb 2014
90A
Vulnerability is crying in public on the bus ride home,
trying desperately to avoid the wandering eyes
only to end up sitting beside a fellow apartment tenant.
Vulnerability is crying hard in front of a (stranger),
only to see them again.
-- that uncontrollable nakedness
Vulnerability is getting your rose-tinted glasses forcefully ripped off your face, exposed,
for what we truly are:
-- human

                                   *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   (date unknown, found on a sheet of paper in the bottom of my bag...)
Jan 2014 · 1.0k
mirror of erised
Leelan Farhan Jan 2014
Fantasy swirls --
taking over my mind.
I see desire caressing my small silhouette,
except I’m no longer so
s m a l l
I’m larger than life --
larger than the hands of the men
that push me into the earth.

The dreams of my desire grow like moss
all over the stinging thorns of reality.
Circuitry constructs happier versions
of the sad souls that I know --  
the dullness that fills my day with black and white
At night,
my mind comes alive with technicolor brilliance.
But I’m afraid I’m aging in front of desire--
laying myself naked, body wrinkled and deteriorating
in front of dreams that cannot be sparked.
And no matter how hard I try
to ignite reality,
my fantasies have used up all my oxygen, and factuality
has choked itself to death.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   January 31, 2014
Jan 2014 · 828
chocolate brown
Leelan Farhan Jan 2014
They like the curve of my hips,
But not the melody of my voice
God why doesn't she ever shut up.

Love the glow of my face
But not the aura of my mind
She's so **** intimidating.

They like the lines of my lips,
But not my sharpness of tongue.
Does she think she's being funny?

Love the scent of my perfume
But not the courage behind honesty.
One of these days.
One of these **** days.
She's bound to shut up.


They like the curves
They love the lines
Admire every inch of my body.
But they never, ever
Pay attention to my eyes.

                      *-lf-
(C) Leelan Farhan
       January 27, 2014
Jan 2014 · 611
I sound better on paper
Leelan Farhan Jan 2014
I'm lack-lustre.

I'm the disappointment that emerges from the transformation of a book
that should have been kept confined to print but was forced onto the silver screen anyway.

I lose my shine when I come to life.

                                *-lf-
©    Leelan Farhan
       January 19, 2013
Dec 2013 · 778
toxic thoughts
Leelan Farhan Dec 2013
Ribs rattling against lungs like skeleton hands
attempting to stop angry ghouls from leaving their
deep & dark place.
But it's no use.
When darkness wants out, darkness will push and
push and push until it's convinced you to let it see the
light of day.
Manipulative, darkness is.
Tries to bargain with you:
"Just a peak - Just a taste and I promise I'll let the
daylight have you."
But it's a graduate from the school of greed and knows
how to pull your ribs open just a little
Just enough for it to crawl up to your throat and
never let go
Not until everything around you is the
mere absence of light

                                       *-lf-
Nov 2013 · 562
Chokehold
Leelan Farhan Nov 2013
I didn't want to put you down in writing
because then I'd have to face the truth.
(I was never good enough for you)

Too distant.
Too removed.
Or maybe I was too close;
no room.

I know.
I know.
I've been through this so many
times before.

I thought that you'd be different.
Well, I thought you wouldn't mind.
But evidently
(I am too much to handle.)
I'm back to spinning
carbon copy lies.

                        *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   Wednesday November 27 2013
Oct 2013 · 2.1k
You're Not a Handyman
Leelan Farhan Oct 2013
Open up to me, he says
But inside there is nothing but void
Feel a little, he says
Little does he know
Every word that spills from his mouth
Injects itself into my blood
The anesthetic that numbs my soul
Listen to me, he yells
But all I hear is noise.

They want to fix me
Want to hammer out the perfect girl
To fit into their crumbling little world
-- a doll to beautify their cemetery
their collection of hollowed out bodies.
I may be empty but I’ve already been a token
Too many times.

Let me fix you, they say.
But all they do is break me.
Take more from me.
Let me fix you, they say.
Never once did they ask to heal me.
Try to glue me back together.
I’m already open.
But I was broken into.
Robbed.
Shattered
Hammered.
Invaded.
I’m already open
But you don’t like what you see
I guess it’s not pretty to watch me bleed.
I’m already open.
But you don’t like what you’ve found.
******* away the pain won’t do no good,
So put me back down.
Inject me with your silent poison and
Put

Me

Down.

                                 *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   Oct 29 2013
Oct 2013 · 1.2k
Claustrophobic
Leelan Farhan Oct 2013
Eyes stained black, circled with lack of sleep
all in pursuit of a single letter
When all I've ever wanted in my life was to grow out of my skin
And embed myself into soil and greenery
Push myself beyond possibility
Beyond mere existence
Beyond the confinement of blood, bone and flesh
Towards life itself
Beyond matter and atoms
Towards the intangible
Through words and rhythm
Against the floor
Against my mind
Tapping every confinement hoping one day the walls would collapse
And on days like today
Where my lipstick cannot hold my smile
And my mascara betrays my soul
I feel suffocated by the hands of metal
Tall silver scrutinizing me from above
But I will never cease to push against matter
I'd rather die with my arms broken from effort
Than shrivel up in a body lacking oxygen
I look up at the loving green arms and ask for mercy
For freedom from this artificial purgatory

                                 *-lf-
Leelan Farhan
Oct 16 2013
Sep 2013 · 805
youth's carcass
Leelan Farhan Sep 2013
They seep into my empty spaces
Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Wrong soul
Right time.
Filling in the gaps.
They leech onto my soul but
what is left for them to feed on?
Carcass and dead bones.
Crows, crows,
That is all I know.

Floating in limbo, they float in
And out.
Into my mouth,
Hands in my hair
Do I let them, do I dare?

They fill the wine glass of my body and mind
with nothing but water.
Only to drink it all and leave me dehydrated
-- fend for yourself, you con, you sham.
You put on, and you put on well.
So be ******* ****** if you please,
Be ****** to hell.
Drink out of the well of misery that you filled.
He emptied your soul and so you went looking
for a replacement.
But these placeholders do nothing but accumulate dust,
Leaving neat little circles when they decide to hit the bin.
And you’re left worse than you began,
-- nothing but a body of sin.
                                  *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    September 7 2013
Sep 2013 · 2.0k
flashback
Leelan Farhan Sep 2013
I can feel her creeping back into my blood stream
The anger, she's unravelling again
The veins in my arm are pumping flames I thought I'd put out for good
But you, you've ignited them
Flicked your selfish lighter
I'm on fire
My chest constricting with your apathy
Suffocating me
And slowly
I shrink
Deplete
Revert back into that girl
Who could not control her affect
Running on a constant adrenaline high
Dear god I'm on fire and I'm praying for someone to put me out

                     *-lf-
Leelan Farhan
Sept 2 2013
Aug 2013 · 571
contact
Leelan Farhan Aug 2013
Clouds collide
releasing lightning
as we touch;
hurling me into
trees as we rumble

              *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    August 28 2013
Aug 2013 · 1.3k
The Wolf & His Prey
Leelan Farhan Aug 2013
Your tongue licks the sweat off me
-- tasting what you wrongfully claimed as
yours.
No mercy - you take no prisoners,
only lost souls.

You're a vulture, a crow
And god, don't you know?
the pain you cause me
when you lick the blood
off my bones?

Your claws dig into my marrow
   - are you finished yet?
My decaying brain is left with
holes of regret.
Send me to purgatory
- I'm finished with this mess.

A naive deer is still full of grace
You may have mauled my soul,
but there's still a bit you have yet to taste.
I'll run circles around your head,
throwing fairy dust into your soul.

This silent deer is screaming for mercy,
but you haven't yet swallowed her whole.

                                     *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    August 25 2013
Aug 2013 · 657
don't tell me, show me
Leelan Farhan Aug 2013
It’s funny that as a writer I trust actions more than words - perhaps it’s because I know they’re used with manipulative intention - they’re meant to bury truth, hide it with sugar-coated, superfluous syntax.
*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    August 12 2013
Aug 2013 · 549
hands of a scribe
Leelan Farhan Aug 2013
I hope that no matter what, I will forever have ink stains on my fingers, and pencil smudges on my wrists
*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    August 11 2013
Aug 2013 · 2.0k
Death Wish
Leelan Farhan Aug 2013
You're the cracks in my skin
the blood that I bleed.
You're the carbon dioxide
that I unleash
to stop you
from suffocating me.

You're the pounding in my skull,
the cartilage damage in my knees
slowly ripping life from me,
with no mercy
despite my pleas.

You're Satan's kiss
-- you're a personal death wish.
You are agony
But you're agony that I miss.
  
                 For when a blind man regains sight,
                                  it's nothing short of bittersweet
                 -- a painless torture technique.

                                   *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    August 11 2013
Jul 2013 · 1.0k
downpour
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
The rain is coming down like an ocean unravelling,
just like my heart once did for you
-- a tsunami,
a whirlwind of emotion.

Come drown me again,
Come wash me with your voice.

There's a flood
and I think
I think
I may have been in love.

There's a flood
outside.
There's a flood
in my mind.

Your words
raindrops
muting
my thoughts.

There's a flood
and suddenly,

everything is you.
                               *-lf-
nothing like a little rain for inspiration.
© Leelan Farhan
    July 29 2013
Jul 2013 · 678
permanent accidents
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
Fingers wrapped around throat
Words pricking your soul
-- little thorns that ebb into your heart,
into your mind.
The image forever framed in
gothic black;
Hung in an alley of my darkest memories.
                                   "I'm not *******
                                         playing around"


A scene from a movie
-- an extra reel of their life
that I heroically,
     no,
tragically
stepped into. Only to be told
kindly,
to *******

We no longer wish to carry the burden
of other lives.
But some things have been ******
within the view of my eyes,
whether I wish to see them, or bid them
farewell.
                         911, what's your emergency?


I think our souls are falling apart.

                                           *-lf-
some things cannot be unseen, and they leave your mind going around in endless circles.
© Leelan Farhan
    July 22 2013
Jul 2013 · 519
mortar of the mind (10w)
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
You're crushing my bones
with the weight of your tongue.
*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 21 2013
Jul 2013 · 730
P.S
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
P.S
Maybe we need to see each other bleed again
In order to regain the awe we once held for one another.
I think we need a reminder.

You've embraced me after seeing my tears
And yet now you have no problem igniting them
Releasing them from the side of me you once feared
Have you forgotten the darkness I kept hidden?
This is your reminder.

In case you missed the anger I tried not to unleash,
I'll let it out from its cage to give you a small kiss.
This is your reminder.

The first time I met you I was filled with nothing but hate,
I don't know how I came to love you.
Maybe I need a reminder.

                 *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 21 2013
Jul 2013 · 673
Atë
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
You tried to sculpt me out of white stone
But the Underworld is my comfort zone
Evil is all I'll ever know

You tried to put a crown on me
Made of vines and green leaves
But I've sinned too much to look like Eve

I'm not an angel, no feathers in my spine
You can stick them on with tape
But my scales will still shine

                        *-lf-
Atë is the Greek goddess of mischief, ruin, delusion and folly.
Shoutout to my friend Monica: I said the line "I've sinned too much to look like Eve" to her and she responded with "sounds like a line out of a song". And so this formed.

© Leelan Farhan
    July 16 2013
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
That even though it is your words that you are penning - your own thoughts, that it’s a friend?

Some sort of company in the darkness, in the empty parts of your life?

That when loneliness drifts into every orifice; seeping into the crevices and crooks in your body, your words are your friends?

When I write, when I see the ink form variations and combinations of those 26 letters, those symbols, I feel as if the answers are staring back at me.

Perhaps not.

Perhaps this is what writers tell themselves to stop them from going off into the deep end; stop Loneliness from truly swallowing them whole.

What do I know.
© Leelan Farhan
    July 15 2013
Jul 2013 · 834
honest lies
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
And he said:
"Darling,
you are beautiful;
darling, don't be sad."

And even though
he didn't last,
he gave me back
the life
I never had.

*-lf-
I clicked "Write Poem" with the intention of posting something I'd written earlier today, instead, this came out of nowhere.
© Leelan Farhan
    July 15 2013
Jul 2013 · 488
narrow
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
I envy the feathers,

I envy the sea.

I envy the world,

for the world is not

me.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan.
    August 30 2011.
written a while ago, but is how I'm currently feeling.
Jul 2013 · 803
Barricade
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
I'm everything you don't understand
a little beauty on demand.
Peel back my damaged skin,
let yourself drown in my blood
-- in my body.
Revel in my flesh,
because you will never touch my thoughts

Even these words that I spin
-- you can only lick them,
taste them,
but never hold them.
Never truly grasp my intentions
-- I keep those in a bottle by my bed
Don't even try to untangle the mess
inside my head.

I'm a catastrophic volcano,
going off from time to time.
Lying dormant, but when I explode
there will be nowhere to hide.

There are demons in my mind
-- demons you will never be able
to find.

Touch me all you want
-- drink in my flesh and bone.
You can take my body,
for it's my thoughts
you will never
own.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 23 2013
Jul 2013 · 579
coincidence (10w)
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
After I speak of you,
my throat burns for days

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 3 2013
Jul 2013 · 613
logic of a mad woman
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
There's a history of hearing voices
in my bloodline.
And yet I forget what yours sounds like.

I tell myself that it's
better that way.

I'm safe.

I'm safe.


*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 2 2013
Jul 2013 · 587
time's shackles
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
Why do we wait until
'tomorrow' to live?
It is we
who created it --

do not bind yourself to excuses

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 2 2013
Jul 2013 · 947
seedling
Leelan Farhan Jul 2013
Sometimes I hunger for pain -
it's better than feeling
          e m p t y.
Floating away while desperately
trying to cling onto what's left.

Air slips through my fingers
and it smells of you
-- the musk of your past,
because I'm not ready to
leave you behind.

Yet you're soaring away
-- wings beating steadily.
And soon you'll be a
speck in the sky.

I'm forever grounded
-- you planted me,
never bothered to water me
and left me here to wither
                                                    
                      *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 2 2013
Jun 2013 · 558
double edged sword
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
Happiness --
it is both a crime and a blessing.
My poetic eloquence fails me
when it seeps into my veins.

I want nothing more than to be
happy
but even more than that, I want
to write again.
I can only write when I'm ****** in darkness and right now, I'm blinded by  light.
© Leelan Farhan
    June 28 2013
Jun 2013 · 635
isolation (10w)
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
you can still feel
lifeless
with a pulse and
heartbeat
*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 2013
Jun 2013 · 840
skin and bone
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
I want to scream until I reach absolute silence
I want to ruin everything with such violence
I want to cut these locks
I want to shed this skin
I want to bleed cold blood,
want to breathe destruction in.

I want my cynicism to rot
I want to be granted rebirth.
I want to see the sun, for once
I want to see my worth.

I want to feel alive
Want to feel reality.

I'm ready to be human
I've accepted mortality.

*-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    July 19 2012
Jun 2013 · 744
touch
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
i want to lick misery
i want to ****** heartache.
is it possible to hold pain?
to grasp the glass shards
that pierce through flesh;
the edges that cut through
bone and muscle
to make its way to your heart?
is it possible to taste the bitterness
that you've caused me?
my tongue is searching for the sour --
the sting that will help me know
it isn't all in my head.
is it possible to bottle my thoughts?
contain all the memories i have of you?

i don't know if i'd burn them
or bury them between my sheets.

                                      *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
   June 20 2013
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
withdrawal
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
day 1
I feel a weight lifting off of my shoulders
I feel clean
I feel alive
I can finally breathe
without you in my life.
No more suffocation
No more mind games
and required resuscitation

day 3
I'm crawling out of bed
and you're trickling
through my ears
and into my head
once again.
The lack of poison in my veins
is making me itch.
I need to hear your voice,
need to feel your touch.
Too much.
I need you too much

day 5*
I'm breathing but I cannot
feel anything.

cycle on/cycle off*
until I tell you everything
this dependency will have to be enough

                                           *-lf-
Haven't written in a while because life's been good and I haven't been thinking of you. But today is a Day 3.
© Leelan Farhan June 19 2013
Jun 2013 · 1.1k
Fog
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
Fog
The anger rushes through my blood like *******,
After all this pain,
Hearing your voice will never be the same.
It courses through me, calm and collected
I try to be, I try to be.
Breathing air like I will never be given oxygen again
And you smile, but I reciprocate with one of pain.
My heart hardens into a stone,
Putting the final brick on this wall that I have built
This wall that blocks emotion; the soul you killed.
The anguish that has tormented me for so long has surfaced,
All neatly packaged into this situation I cannot escape.
And try as I might I can't erase the image of your face.
That smirk that shapes your lips, painted by Deceit
As I stare back my eyes reflect the fury lying beneath
The rage, that has been held back for far too long,
Eager to burst through my veins,
Like a dove waiting to break out into song.
Thoughts of retaliation burn holes in my mind,
Leaving all thoughts of understanding behind
Lies, they dribble through your lips like fine wine.
Blood red and ever so bitter with your insecurities.
The insecurities that are being heaved onto my back
You ****** them against me, trying to make up for what you lack.
But I’m fading; I’m a passing fog that once carried the Sun
And when you finally notice its beauty, I will be long gone.
*-lf-
Written sometime in 2012 in the middle of my philosophy class out of pure anger. I still remember the moment quite well.

© Leelan Farhan 2012
Jun 2013 · 650
paranoia
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry that you can’t
Love me.
I’m so hard to swallow
My words are lined with glass shards
My voice is never airy
I’m just a jumbled mess
And I’m sorry
I’m sorry I’m not put together
I’m sorry that I can’t let go
I want to
I’m sorry I won’t break down these walls
But it’s gonna take more than an axe
I’ve already tried that
I’ve tried everything
But I’m trapped
And I’m sorry you can’t love me
I can’t even love myself

*-lf-
I found this in my blog archive. Winter was never my season - all my darkness seems to seep from there.
© Leelan Farhan
    January 2013
Jun 2013 · 1.6k
Abandoned
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
This is a ghost town,
filled with ex-lovers
and former friends.

Drowning in denial
Never to see one another
again.

This is a lost town,
where young hearts wander,
desperately clinging to their past.

We push and we pull
Pull and we push
But moments never last.

A forbidden town --
the town of my heart.
The town that closed its gates on you
As soon as we fell apart.

                         *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 8 2013
Jun 2013 · 1.6k
synesthesia
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
I thought it would get easier as time passes
but every time your name leaves my mouth
I feel all the oxygen in my body leave with it
depleting my energy
ripping my throat to shreds as it makes its way

Your name --
It used to sound delicious on my lips
leaving me breathless
Now it's a different kind of breathless.
The kind that suffocates me
and laughs as I begin to choke.

I used to think it brilliant that you saw colours
when you heard my voice.
Now I wonder if the only colour you'd see is
that of darkness and hatred

                                     *-lf-
© Leelan Farhan
    June 7 2013
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
I was always on my knees for you
but never once did you think of
throwing my legs over your shoulders

*-lf-
Jun 2013 · 624
Empty Minded (Haiku)
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
Her skull;
sallow and broken -
full of decay
ruined beyond repair.

*-lf-
My first haiku in a very, very long while. Never been too great at these.
© Leelan Farhan
    June 2013
Jun 2013 · 974
bitter
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
broken church
sins drowning veins
breathe like silence won’t pull you down
torn dignity spinning you away

                        your body isn’t love

children inhale battered minds
like it’s an inhaler
but it won’t save them
it won’t pull these waves
from my flesh
and stop my little lips
from smiling at death

I dream of your sweat
when we’re entangled

but your thoughts are vile
and my bones don’t need you
filthy
bloodied
broken churches

*-lf-
A little something I threw together using my "words" page; thought I'd put it to use.
© Leelan Farhan
    June 5 2013
Jun 2013 · 1.4k
The Phoenix of Babylon
Leelan Farhan Jun 2013
"*****, filthy, subhuman creatures"
They don’t care if you’re doctors,
lawyers or teachers
They’ll kidnap your children,
spit on your soul
Terrorize your family,
kick in your door

They’ll drug your mind with propaganda
Cut out your tongue if you try to stand up
They’ll beat you till you bleed
But we never plead for mercy,
No we never claim defeat

They’ll kick you under the desk,
send you slamming into the wall
They’ll laugh and kick you harder,
if you try to get up, if you try to crawl

But our crawling brings us to our knees,
Slowly, we rise up to our feet
And we’ll face the persecution
The vile, mind-prostitution

They **** our women and our children,
Just as much as they **** our minds
****** our emotion,
But they will not ****** our pride
Our dignity is our iron,
Our religion is our crime.
But you cannot destroy us
Believe me, many have tried.

There is silver in our blood,
Gold in our soul
Oil paint coats our skin
And our words swallow you whole

Our hearts are poets,
Constructing your fears
Our thoughts are daggers and arrows
Our minds are cunning engineers

You can hang us from the ceiling
You can throw us in a tank of gas
But our lungs are as pure as snow
And this pain will never last

We have risen from the ashes
Hear our battle cries
We do not yield weapons
In silence,
we ride
*-lf-
This is a very personal poem, about the human rights violations occurring in my parents' homeland (Iraq).
© Leelan Farhan 2013
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