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Jun 23 · 794
To My Younger Self
Eman Jun 23
I hope you’re still feeling peaceful
Some place where you’re safe
Separation is an illusion
You remain forever
A message to my inner child. I  rely on my "young self" to help me when I can't be there for myself, my young me, the little girl inside, is a lot less damaged, I rely on her to comfort the adult me. Written (2016)
Jun 15 · 404
This Cycle of Blood
Eman Jun 15

starts with a single drop and perfect silence
this menstrual cycle that comes with collateral violence

they will laugh and joke about your chastity
then put a bounty on your virginity

make a story out of your name
then set the hounds on your trails

blood will keep on running, until you can't keep on running
until you become the very demon they've been wanting

frightened by your femininity, yet aroused by its delicacy
they'll put a cross to your face, only to laugh at your disgrace

you can't lead, can never be like Christ
yet you will imitate his suffering day and night

they'll question your faith, try to burn you at the stake
when the irony is


Women, puberty and the scathing eyes of a sexist society.
Aug 2018 · 20.1k
Eman Aug 2018
Live in poetry
Hold unto novelty
Never settle
Never just be
**** being Content
Sadness, emptiness, happiness, despair, love, hatred, wonder
They are all colours
Why paint in black and white when you've got the whole
Mar 2018 · 1.4k
Eman Mar 2018
In this life, feet catch fire
people burn

Remember your dream
it is your turn

You will see your ashes
you will manage to breathe

you sustain the flames
your dreams

Your ashes will float
shimmer like gold

You will rise as a
with wings to behold
When a cycle ends, a new one begins. We persist.
Mar 2018 · 1.9k
Eman Mar 2018
Home is not the doorstep, not the porch, not the swing, it is not the ceiling and it is not a thing

Home is seeing your sisters empowered,
your parents at ease, your brothers relieved, your demons decieved

Home is a genuine smile, it is the authentic tears

Home is the magical word that can **** your fears

Home is a feeling embbeded in layers of love, acceptance and peace.
Home is a feeling.
Dec 2017 · 824
Panic (3Lines)
Eman Dec 2017
A sudden immersion in the unknown,
the bitter taste of confusion,
in the flavor of doom.
Panic Attacks.
Sep 2017 · 757
Dogma (1line)
Feb 2017 · 1.5k
Eman Feb 2017
She caught a glimpse of him,
her senses paused
Her heart starting beating so loud,
it muted the world.
Those visions, recollections, dreams, flashes and sudden insights both overwhelm and confuse me.
All we ever do is exchange glances,
like only we can see each other in crowds and masses.
Like the sun, the moon and the stars, you and I are lost in the bizarre.
Jan 2017 · 1.5k
The Irony of Poets (1line)
Dec 2016 · 2.0k
Minimalist (2lines)
Eman Dec 2016
Let the word you speak
be one that echoes.
Dec 2016 · 1.0k
Eman Dec 2016
From the perfect distance
Even a fractured bottle
Can appear whole and beautiful
Dec 2016 · 1.2k
Depression (1Line)
Eman Dec 2016
When a feeling becomes your god.
That empty feeling becomes who you turn to and who you return to.
Nov 2016 · 1.6k
Perfect Match
Eman Nov 2016
You cultivated, harvested and produced everything I would desire
like Embers, I was once discovered by your fire

In my darkest hours you'd always give me reason,
like wildfires in unexpected seasons

Every part of me learned to radiate,
ecstatically exposed to all your burning states

Then came the day I turned into dust,
and like a volcano you annihilated my trust

I was the property of a ****** arsonist,
and starting fires is how his wickedness vents

It's hard to fathom that this started with little ignition,
because it grew so fast into a vicious obsession

I asked you to stop smoking that day and it wasn't because I was simply sick of it,
I just hated the fact that I saw myself in your half dead-cigarette

Sometimes your perfect "match" can perfectly burn you.
Oct 2016 · 1.7k
Eman Oct 2016
Feelings are like waves,
hesitant, frequent and they traverse all distances

Past loves are like droplets,
faint and irrelevent yet they disturb all skins and surfaces

Low self-esteem is like a flood,
it damages and submerges everything that is alive

Hearts are like the rain,
heavy or light, they still hold the ocean's drive

Minds are like the seas,
only they can quiet themselves
Aren't we 100% water?
Aug 2016 · 1.0k
Wounds (7words)
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
That Was Him
Eman Dec 2014
Intangible like the scent of mist
                                           that was him
Delightful like a thoughtful gift
                                          that was him
Pure as the first tears of a child
                                           that was him
Provoking like revenge fantasies
                                           that was him
Sudden like catastrophies
                                          that was him
Enlightened like the city lights
                                           that was him
Honest like a father's vows
                                          that was him
Vivid like the colored crows
                                          that was him
Distinguished like the sun among all stars
                                         that was him
Detailed like the winter's sky
                                           that was him
The only man that made me cry
                                           that was him
I guess that was him.
Oct 2014 · 1.4k
A Monstrous World
Eman Oct 2014
I see a world so hungry
Like god created the starving
And, not our greedy marring
One day this world will eat us
Innocent or guilty you must plead
This world is a monster you cannot feed
No words describing this monster are easy to read
In a world where only evil is feeding the ones in need
In a world that is taking everything you breed
We created a world we can never fit in
A place that gathers every single sin
The ones you commit and the ones you keep within
Some say you can keep everything away from this monster
Marry the devil commit to him and sing
Make him laugh a lifetime in a day
And, he'll give you the sacred ring
This human world is tragic! Look around you!
This human world is evil. (Capitalism)
Oct 2014 · 1.8k
Unclear Rocks
Eman Oct 2014
The way the wind behaves
The sound of those ice-cold waves
The water is rushing into a gloomy rock
What are you trying to save?
Don't use all your goodness and charm
You never know if this rock really means no harm
Don't waste the grace of being safe
What if it followed you to your cave?
You cannot know what darkness it will pave
Yes, a rock could change into a mountain
But, it can also mark your grave
You might empower something today
But, what if tomorrow you became its slave?
Decision making and taking big risks on people and things in general can mentally feel like a heavy load; a rock.
Oct 2014 · 3.3k
A Dark Apple
Eman Oct 2014
He was desperate for guidance
So she took him to a place
She wore her black cursed lace
Evil was forever glued to him like paste
He swam in the sea of toxic-waste
He then could not recognize his own face
This was not some crazy-love phase
He was running in a very dark maze
Broke the seal of all his faith
Like the ashes in a haunted vase
He was lost in the darkest space
This kind of love is a hopeless case
A melancholy you don't want to replace
A sin the devil wants you to chase
The apple Adam and Eve had to taste
A dark kind of love.
Sep 2014 · 1.1k
A Mother Of A Soldier
Eman Sep 2014
Everyday she grows her flowers with a tear
Catching feathers of the birds she doesn't want to hear
Down there in her garden where she's surrounded by fear
Thinking of her only child while facing the sun
What if she lost her only one?
Beneath her skin he once exsisted
This kind of love can never be neglected
You cannot sip what your veins can bleed
No wine in the world can make a mother forget her breed
Her brave little boy is now a soldier
And, in this world everything grows older
Like nothing was ever small enough to be carried on the shoulder
She must not forget what he always told her
"If this world doesn't get any colder, I will come back to be beside her and to hold her."
No love compares to A Mother's Love. (visual poem)
Aug 2014 · 969
Ghostly Trip
Eman Aug 2014
She's a product of your mind
And, she'll commit your crimes
She promises to live at all times
With nothing to hold on to
She still lives inside you
She turned your heart black
She’ll never give it back
She's an image you cannot rip
Forever stuck in a ghostly trip
....but when you try to forget her.
Aug 2014 · 3.3k
Mr. Rabbit
Eman Aug 2014
Mister rabbit, how do you do ?
Mister rabbit, I took a habit from you
Mister rabbit, I made a friend
Mister rabbit, I left him dead
Mister rabbit, He was always true
Mister rabbit, the news shouldn't leak
Mister rabbit, you must not speak
Mister rabbit, remember I killed who
Mister rabbit, you're my friend too
A habit from Mr. rabbit.
Sometimes I ruin friendships I value.
Aug 2014 · 886
The Sad Mad Dark Truth
Eman Aug 2014
When you refuse sadness
Where does it go?
About the darkest form of existence
Can you ever know?
When you abuse madness
Where does it bleed?
In the deepest hole of existence
Can one hear a tread?
On existence.

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