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Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Silenced
Nadya Abdul Dec 2014
She was like an animal
Acting only on what she was made to do
Never experiencing any change in tunes
Her mind free
But her thoughts unheard
She is strangled by the fear of letting go
Nov 2014 · 2.2k
Rebirth
Nadya Abdul Nov 2014
Your eyes,
gleaming with sparkles,
complimenting your touch
which sends shivers
to a distant place
that I once forgotten,
now remembered
and these timeless nights
and endless days
could never be so perfect
in the thought of
never laying eyes
on a new beginning,
with such vibrant colors
I can’t silence my lips
in saying 'I love you'.
Nadya Abdul Nov 2014
She swallowed his words with ease,
allowing the harsh,
unpalatable words slip into her,
without any jarring to her senses.
She fears the day of lashing back,
from all the pain incurred.
It’s a cycle unable to be broken;
Wish. Pray. Dream.
Everything you learn to do as a little girl,
a little child.
It was failing on her.
The one thing she didn’t notice,
The one thing that might make that difference,
was faith.
Something she lacked all her life.
Faith in her wishes, prayers and dreams.
Faith that she CAN spit out his words and blend them to grinds.
Grinds that made her realize she wasn’t actually strong.
She wasn’t strong,
by pretending to not feel pain.
She wasn’t strong,
by allowing those harsh, unpalatable words sit in her mind;
untouched,
slowly rotting her insides.
She turned towards faith.
Faith that allowed the harsh, unpalatable words
build up coal inside,
not hesitating to spark a fire,
and lash his soul into a state of frenzy.
Faith that made her
wishes, prayers, and dreams
never fail on her again.
Faith,
that brought out strength that she never knew she had…
Nov 2014 · 928
Birth
Nadya Abdul Nov 2014
Your eyes,
gleaming with sparkles,
complimenting your touch
which sends shivers
to a distant place
that I once forgotten,
now remembered
and these timeless nights
and endless days
could never be so perfect
in the thought of
never laying eyes
on a new beginning,
with such vibrant colors
I can’t silence my lips
in saying 'I love you'.
Nadya Abdul Nov 2014
She swallowed his words with ease,
allowing the harsh,
unpalatable words slip into her,
without any jarring to her senses.
She fears the day of lashing back,
from all the pain incurred.

A cycle unable to be broken;
Wish. Pray. Dream.
Everything you learn to do as a little girl,
a little child.
They were failing on her.

Not noticing one thing that
might make that difference,
faith.
Something she lacked all her life.
Faith in her wishes, prayers, dreams.
Faith that she can spit out his words,
blend them to grinds,
insignificant as they will always be.

She wasn’t strong,
pretending to not feel pain.
She wasn’t strong,
allowing those harsh, unpalatable words sit in her mind;
untouched,
creating a home for corruption,
wasting away her insides.
She turned towards faith.

Faith, allowing the harsh, unpalatable words
build up coal inside,
not hesitating to spark fire,
and lash his soul into frenzy.
Faith, making her
wishes, prayers, dreams
never fail again.
Faith,
bringing out strength she never knew she had.
I have never seriously written poetry, but I would love to get some feedback and thoughts on my poems.  If this doesn't make sense then I am sorry, it makes sense in my mind lol.
Thanks in advance! :)
Sep 2014 · 2.0k
Mind. Body. Spirit.
Nadya Abdul Sep 2014
I’m stuck at a crossroad,
where my mind, body and spirit are trying to meet.
They are trying to move at the same pace,
move on the same beat.
But they fail to do so.
They are always nearly in sync,
but they always stop in their tracks before meeting.
Almost like an acquaintance who looks familiar but you are hesitant to say hello.
That ‘hello’ never transpires,
that ‘hello’ never meets that familiar looking person,
just as my mind, body, and spirit never meet.

— The End —