Maha Salman

Nov 2015

is

i am like smoke.
i slip between your fingers just when you think you have a strong grasp.
i darken your lungs and make it harder for you to breathe.
i fill the air, causing you to choke.
you have been burnt, and i am the smoke;
i remind you of the fire that scorched your flesh.
i creep upon you, forcing you to inhale me.
i awaken the slow, subtle destruction from within your bones.
i am like smoke, and i will dismantle every ***** in your body.

i am smoke, and i do not wish to harm you.
but you, more than any other, know that one cannot help their nature.

#love #smoke #lungs #theworldwasgone #snowghosts

Maha Salman Nov 2015

Autumn flowers

The golden tint of an autumn breeze
whispers its transcendence across the budding roses.
Isn't it rapturous in the way, beauteous death can easily
coil around a trembling form of birth?
It is one of many mysteries enticing the world,
in the way a dying leaf slowly brushes upon
a withered petal
of new life.

Nov 2015

Isaac Peña

This One Is For Us

This one goes to the real poets.
To those who decide to carry the world on their own.
To those who carry hell in their head and a graveyard of lost love stories in their heart
To the brave ones who fight darkness with darkness.
Tho those who the only answer they seek from a god is if there's eternal life for their loved ones, because they know there's no space for them in that paradise.
To those who know that suffering is the most humane feeling there is.
To those who loved and hated the wrong person.
This goes to Lorca isolated, hiding in a closet in New York.
To Unamuno craving to believe in something impossible.
To Quiroga drinking the poison of his sorrow at a hospital.
To Becquer and Espino for dying so young.
To Neruda for cheating on himself so many times.
To Machados' lost spirit.
To Marquez and his melancholic ******.
To Poe's tormented soul and his raven.
To Shakespeare and his Juliet.
To Dante and his story of woe.
This goes for the only beings who can live with a hell inside of them, and still manage to write heavenly things for those in need to read.
This one's for us.

Nov 2015

Musfiq us shaleheen

Fictions

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all those fictions
make each contradiction
though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks

while you and me
under the same tree
not like a friend we see
as like a foe to be

this distance
that expanding constant
making a dark wall
which is as the sky tall

while you or me
from the opposite we see
the truth or lie
as we feel that never die

all those fictions
make each contradiction

when every morning bell
we feel either heaven or hell
but at the end of the day
when everything grew gray

both we seek peace
that is our teach
as the spiritual kiss
finally we miss

though truth exiled beneath the books
but the healthy history looks
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@Musfiq us shaleheen

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#peace #spiritual #false #history #fiction #nonfiction #trulth

Maha Salman Nov 2015

A style of writing

Oh how I wish I was one of those souls,
who could carve a sonnet
from their blood
using the instrument of a pen
to elicit such tangible tastes of their soul.
Sadly I find that my blood
can only spray shades of ashen melancholy
to dust the unwanted corners of your imagination
or perhaps in simpler terms
writing with my blood is
like unfurling a broken rose
already buried within your hands.
What can I do apart from
creating clichés into my
inspiration
or write poems
which are simply nonsensical.

I enjoy my style of writing but I just hope it will improve.