Madeeha Qureshi: Favorites

Mar 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Jamie Horridge

Who are you and why do you have this effect on me?
You walked in the room and I can hardly breath
Do you make me nervous on purpose, or is it just me?
Are you doing this on purpose?
I'm falling so quickly

I don't wanna rush it and call it too soon
But if you were the sun, then I'd be the moon
Your eyes illuminate the streets with the only light I can see
I'm just a deer in your headlights when you look at me

Take me anywhere you want to go
I'd follow you into the dark in places I don't know
Wherever you are is where I want to be
You're everything I want, and all that I can see

If you have a hint of doubt about the things that I have said
Just believe me when I say, you do laps inside my head
If you leave it up to me,
I'd tell you to stick around
You be the tree,
I'll be the roots in the ground
I'll help you grow and try to give you everything you need
Darling, it'd make me happy if you grew old with me

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Wounded dove

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

James Jarrett

Wounded dove

Her soul bleeds love darkly
Red pools on the floor
She has been stabbed
Her soft heart pierced
By cruel knives
Sharpened with words of love
And water colors of rainy days
And small gentle hands
That won’t go away
Sharpened to cut deep
And she bleeds
And bleeds
As she is gashed
Over and over again
By the cold uncaring souls
That she once loved

#love #pain #loss #betrayal #hurt

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Ripped from the Womb

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Seth Connor Jackson

Ripped from the Womb

Removing the stitches
Of a wound once inflicted
Brings back the pain
Of a time sick and twisted

A mother whose daughter
Never saw light,
Ripped from the womb
It just wasn't right

She was all to young
To support a new life,
Didn't want her baby
To deal with such strife

Despite laws and values
She made her choice,
The daughter inside her
Never had a voice

And now that it's over
And her child is gone
The scars just prove
That mother loved her daughter all along

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

The Seer

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Seth Connor Jackson

The Seer

A wrinkled hand
A fading light
The crystal ball
That burned so bright

A gypsy’s touch
A future sight
The crystal ball
That now ignites

Soft-spoken words
Come with a tear
The gypsy tells
Your end is near

Another test
Your palm is read
Cracked fingers trace,
You’re almost dead

The gypsy has
Just one more trick
The tarot cards
She draws them quick

The first of five
The devil flips
With number two
There’s burning ships

The third is drawn
A reaper shows
Out of the card
He unfolds

The seer tells you
Of her sorrow
“I’m sad to say
You wont see tomorrow”

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Your Reflection

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Seth Connor Jackson

Your Reflection

What if at the end of the road
A mirror stood reflecting all that you know

What if there was no new beginning
But simply a mirror that replays the ending

What if when your friends pass
They see only a mirror, just a piece of glass

What if your life comes to a close
And you’re the man in the mirror that nobody knows

Eventually your time will pass,
But will you look in the mirror?
Or will you break the glass?

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

X-Ray Vision

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Seth Connor Jackson

X-Ray Vision

I see straight through you
You're just flesh and bones
But even x-ray vision
Can't show through the lies that you've told

The veils that you've woven
Your truths lie in shadows
The code of honor
That your words have shattered

I see straight through you
And into the light
But each lie you tell
Takes you further from right

I have x-ray vision
But the truth of it is
It's your lies that blind me
But i know the truth lives

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Under My Skin

Feb 2014 Madeeha Qureshi

Seth Connor Jackson

Under My Skin

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Ripping, tearing,
Pulling my flesh away.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
To a host of which
They are unwelcome.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Lying, defying,
Numbing the realities.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Whispering nothings to which
There are no meanings.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Confusing, undoing,
Ignoring all truths.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Crafting lies which
Are filled with sin.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Mending, fixing,
Stitching the wounds.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.
Making a home in which
They shouldn't be existing.

Under my skin,
Your words are digging in.
Peeling back the skin
And settling in.

Dec 2013 Madeeha Qureshi

Close Inspection

Dec 2013 Madeeha Qureshi

Daniel Magner

Close Inspection

There are places
on my skin that
have been carved out
or in
I can't remember
getting all of them
so I am sure to
remind these forgotten marks
they will always
mean something to me
even if I wear a few
more proudly
than the
rest

Daniel Magner 2013

Dec 2013 Madeeha Qureshi

goodnight white

Dec 2013 Madeeha Qureshi

Yours et cetera

goodnight white

i catch a whiff of sins lethal pheromone
allow it to seep into my passages, in, out
usurping my discretion, ensnaring my heart
it dances up the vacuum of my mind
and plants a delicate kiss, seducing my morals
i succumb to its power, too delicious to resist
and allow this corrupted spot fester to its death
by dawn it consumes my once virtuous soul
i kiss farewell to the pure cherub of my past