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 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
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Breathe
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
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I am not so sure quite
What frightens me most;
The knowledge that my
Hands could break
You in half, metaphorically,
Or the inability
To judge the way
You could break me, literally.

I find myself lying next to bodies
To feel their heart,
As if their breathing
Could somehow remind me
That I am still here, that
I still breathe among them.

We can destroy the
Homes we made in people,
With the same shaky hands
We used to build them.
We can rip apart the same flesh
We tenderly kissed just hours before.
We are monsters;
I cannot breathe among them.

I've been finding myself
Alone in dark rooms,
Often with the ghost of
Your past and God,
Do we miss you.

I can no longer trust
My judgement on others;
I will lower them to my standard,
I will rip them apart
In my mind until they
Are no longer human,
But rather pawns.
I cannot love you like pawns.

I don't think I can love you at all.
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Naomi Zabasajja
I can't be so conclusive so soon
      It's abusive to believe that who
      You are can be constructed so
      Simply.
      No human being is simple.
      We're arrogant
      We're sure
      We're simple minded
       But we're not simple.
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Naomi Zabasajja
Pi
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Naomi Zabasajja
Pi
Yes, baby.
Oh, baby.
No, baby.
Do it, baby.
Yes baby.
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
DK
Doubt
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
DK
Slowly,
Surely,
Filling my thoughts and dreams,
I was so sure when we met,
So sure when we kissed,
So sure until this,

She told you to make your choice,
But will it be the one I want,
Will it be the one that will make us last,
Or will it be the one to rip us apart,

For us to continue,
Something has to give,
With it creeping in,
Will you choose us,
Or lose us,

I can not wait around,
Waiting until,
You decide to really change,
Because part of me,
Being eaten away by it,
Thinks people don't change,

You think,
I will push us apart,
In reality it's you,
I just don't know what to do,

I am simply being drowned by the **DOUBT
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Cee Valenso
Audrey
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Cee Valenso
Dear Ana
Bid me adieu
In your arms, you hold
The heart you abhor
Set me free
From incessant misery
Take the last letter of each line. It forms a name.
 Jul 2014 Md HUDA
Naomi Zabasajja
Let's hear it.
Let's embrace the ugly.
I mean, considering it ugly is an opinion.
I'm sorry, I just breathe really loud when I get excited.
I feel like I'm waiting for something.
Something I've anticipated for.
Prayed for.
Cried for.
I think God is smiling at me.
Whether it's out of pride or mockery, I do not know.
But I am loving it.
I can feel my happiness behind my tongue.
I can smell my eagerness.
Some say it's a weakness.
But I am loving it.
At around 4 am, I heard thunder clap.
Ha, God has such a funny laugh.
I told Him I was excited for whatever he had in tow.
It started to rain.
Tears of joy.
I remained thankful even though nothing came.
I asked God for a sign that would indicate my luckiness.
I didn't see a thing.
So I kneeled down and said thank you.
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