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Said that you had to leave and re-stitch some seams
in trying to fix something that remains unseen
you left me broken
at least I’ve made friends with irony
alone is how I prefer to be

I can finally breathe
because now I see
all along I really had nobody
the truth has set me free
from the burden of caring for those who don’t care about me
Should it scare me that I feel most free when people simply leave me be?

(Sidenote: I am not always so morbidly depressed)
The Night of Power

The Night of the Decree

The Night of Peace

The Night when

Angel Gibrail

and many more angels

would visit the Earth

The Night Allah

will pick up His Pen

To write our

Destiny

The Night

that Scares me

The Night

that brings me hope
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Ashley Browne
lamplight bathes
the empty street
and the constant
tick-tick-ticking
of my bicycle's chain
soothingly
fills
the silence
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Sia Jane
Taste me, do I taste of summers rain?
Smell me, do I smell of the buds of summers blossom?
Touch me, do I feel like summers sadness?
Hear me, do you hear the call of summers birds?
Take my hand, look into my eyes,
Smile with enchantment, crystal blues,
Eyes and skies,
Fleeting story tellers, dwelling in nests,
Beauty beholds,
When you look, who do you see?
The very reflection of yourself,
Or
Someone, something, else?
Hearts beat, laying deep in retreat,
Summer callings, a lowly,
Scream and shout,
Amidst chaos, of skipping ropes,
Laughing children,
Healers and holders,
Picking daisies,
Chains and buttercups,
Flaring meadows,
Up
Up
Up.

© Sia Jane
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