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1.6k · Feb 2019
Untitled
Maha Feb 2019
I have never wanted
To drown in an ocean
So deep and unending
I have never wanted
To burn in the sun
Each tender kiss
Scorching my skin
I have never wanted,
To get lost in the jungle
Humidity and smoke
squeezing the air
from my lungs
I have never wanted
To sink into quicksand
So cold and unforgiving
But here I am
Begging
To Them.
1.0k · May 2021
swiped audience
Maha May 2021
how many times do I tap past your eyes
before you feel the twinge of regret
for letting my kite string go
when I chose to fly so low to you
about them
978 · Mar 2021
Haptic Feedback
Maha Mar 2021
do fires kiss my skin's senses not when I should be kept back at a spines distance
not when I solicit crimson splashes
from transients that gaze longingly
from a screens distance
but for the aftertaste of tenderness
I often wonder if the inferno that burns in a particular shade of loneliness
could be extinguished with nothing more
than what you call a "hug"
about me
966 · Apr 2021
Lost At Sea
Maha Apr 2021
like the tides
I push and pull,
scream and shout,
my strength washes ashore,
shining in the sun,
glistening amongst the rocks
grab it,
quickly now
before the tide comes back in to wash this beach clean
hurry now
before the current carries it away
never knowing where it might wash up again.
about me
934 · Apr 2020
Vulnerability
Maha Apr 2020
And when all of you are tucked in,
asleep soundly in your beds.
The comforter I'd sewn,
keeping you safe like I promised,
I'll shut the door
and close my eyes to weep too.
About Me
913 · Feb 2019
Fruity
Maha Feb 2019
I've left some soft peaches on the table.
Sticky sweet, flesh soft and yellow
Blue red, pink hues
and whispers of golden praises
The summer heat pressing ghostly kisses on my eyelids
I want to get lost in you.
No map will lead to this treasure
But I've left some peaches on the table.
To Them.
853 · Feb 2021
Strange
Maha Feb 2021
a touch that once grazed the topography of my face
the valleys of my chest
secured the locks that kept my secrets
the same touch that now taps past pixels of my presence
in an effort to erase what once was
as quickly as it came
do you ask it
if it remembers?
about them
832 · Feb 2021
Garden Statue
Maha Feb 2021
I have sat here
watching the sun
each ray warming my stone
day after day
I have sat here
a constant to some
I didn't know it was there to others
I have sat here
wondering why I am
wishing for the end
praying for the beginning
cursing for my demise to be swift
I have sat here
waiting to die
for so long
that I have forgotten how to live
about me
811 · Feb 2019
Goldfish
Maha Feb 2019
Perhaps everyone has a fishbowl.
Not everyone likes swimming so I suppose a lot of people just sit in it without water. My fishbowl isn't very big. There's water but it gets filthy really quickly so I have to clean it a lot.
I see myself swimming around in the bowl a lot. Sometimes others come visit. They give things that make the water go away sometimes, but I can't remember how often they happen.
I don't know why there's two of me here, or why I have to watch the one that's in the bowl, but if I stop she gets very close to drowning.
About me.
737 · Jan 2021
Hues Of You
Maha Jan 2021
honey glazed toast, and hot coffee with a drop of cream
cinnamon and sugar spilled across mahogany
untamed thunderheads rolling across a once pale pink sky
and beyond the garden gates
I often wonder if that's where it is
one more hue, to paint the entirety of you
722 · May 2019
New
Maha May 2019
New
I felt a thousand lifetimes
In your air
I feel strange
This is a beginning
And not to be afraid of
To them
710 · Nov 2020
Sunlight
Maha Nov 2020
I could've sworn I saw the sunshine dance over your cheekbones, and twinkle through your eyes. It rolled through the fields of your hair, trickling past the crinkles of your grin. It flows from your fingertips and paints my skin in the loveliest of hues. I must be crazy, not being so would be news, it can't be true, there must be an excuse,

But as if on cues,
I can hear the "          's".

ps. I do too(s).
about them
672 · Feb 2019
Remember
Maha Feb 2019
I catch you again
What are you memorizing?
Don't fret, I am too.
To Them.
621 · Feb 2019
Good Morning
Maha Feb 2019
Y'know when you wake up in a good mood, and your whole body is warm and fuzzy, and the sun doesn't hurt your eyes, the blankets are holding you exactly where you need them to?
That's you.
That's what you make me feel.
That's how much I think I love you.
To Them
One day this poem will be for someone.
589 · Feb 2019
Art
Maha Feb 2019
Art
i was a canvas
with all of my colors, i ask
what have you painted?
About me.
585 · May 2020
Porcelain
Maha May 2020
in my father's home
tucked into a closet
stands a lovely doll
a dress that spilled over the edge of the armoire that she perched upon
dimming light cast a soft twinkle in her eyes,
a shimmer in her hair
I yearned to be like her
until her façade cracked
and she looked like me
About Me
580 · Jan 2021
Previous Prescriptions
Maha Jan 2021
there is a box of pills under my bed
each one labeled something unpronounceable
and yet
amongst all these bottles
I haven't yet been prescribed reassurance.
about me
528 · May 2021
Clingy
Maha May 2021
don't touch me
I'll take your name and tie the ribbon around my eyes
don't call me
I'll make your hands the collar around my neck
take heed and
give me nothing
for I will make you my everything
about me, about them
521 · Feb 2019
Quicksand
Maha Feb 2019
They made me worry about quicksand a lot as a kid.
Giving me little bits of advice to keep in mind:
Don't move too much you'll go down faster!
If you're stuck just hold onto something!
As if it really was an all too common problem in the stale suburbs.
But I realize now quicksand isn't just one thing. It has many different names.
Don't let it swallow you up!
Just ask for help!
How do I do that?
I tried to hang on and not let it consume me,
But here I am, drowning in quicksand.
About Me.
506 · Feb 2019
Playwright
Maha Feb 2019
Why was it
I'd just written a perfect screenplay
So I looked up to deliver my final line for the night
That when I saw you
My computer crashed
To Them
504 · Feb 2019
Here?
Maha Feb 2019
Warm covers and familiar crashes and thuds
The orchestra of this house.
Why does it feel foreign?
This Home.
464 · May 2021
wannabe wallflower
Maha May 2021
if I could hold my breath
and become the spackle on the wall

I would

if I could paint myself into the background noise

I would

yet somehow
sans any concurrence
I am dragged into the spotlight
notions of wonder and gold dancing beyond my eyelids

I'm told I'll be glitter and gold and all things good
but to hang as a portrait on the wall

aye, I would.
about me
436 · May 2019
Kas
Maha May 2019
Kas
I never knew how to say it.
My lips couldn't form the words.
But you taught me how.
I know you learned too.
Time and time again I've seen things end.
But honestly, you're my best friend.
And if this is only for a little bit,
Then let's stop and look at the birds.
There's only one thing to say now,
I love you.
To Her.
Dedicated to the sheer amount of platonic love I feel for my best friend.
Good luck on ur finals ***, I'm so proud of u, we can def go get Korean food to celebrate this over!
428 · Apr 2021
Inquiry
Maha Apr 2021
But what defines it?
Are there rules?
Who started them?
Most of all, is it real?
Is there really a reason?
Or, is this just like everything else?
417 · May 2021
Decay
Maha May 2021
how does it feel to be envied
to be the hydrangea blooming in the chaos
only to know the sludge that your roots lay in is poisoning you every minute of every day
your petals will fall.
about me
398 · Dec 2020
Like River, Like Water
Maha Dec 2020
I see you in every woman I meet.
In the hair of one, the hands of another
I was praying for you last nights
and
I want you to be your best selfs
but those are words that are foreign in your mouth.
you're still here, nested in my crows feet
behind the double pane, snickering just past my cheekbones
I heard
you
her


oh.
396 · Mar 2019
Wheel of Fortune
Maha Mar 2019
But a fool dressed in red
She walked across town proudly
And ventured out
Where no one dared to tread
They all warned her
That there always was
And will be
Ever impending dread
For what comes up
Must come down
O Fortuna, let me lie in my bed
For I am but a fool dressed in red.
Men ain't ****.
361 · Jan 2020
Question and Answer
Maha Jan 2020
I don't know
If my answer will always be
That I'm afraid of thinking about
Is it safe to say,
you should read this one backwards too. It's a conversation between two people.
332 · Jan 2021
Repeat Offence
Maha Jan 2021
I often wonder if their thoughts race as fast as mine
a racehorse, sprinting not for glory
for his life
for something far worse
lingers behind him
I often wonder if they strung themselves up from the rafters
peering down at themselves
omnipresent in a sense
do they cry when I cry
do they paint extravagant scenes with their heads
only to watch them play out in an almost jokingly slow motion
do they stare into the eyes of their next
sweet nothings slipping things past their shoulders
till hands are around your neck
and you've whispered "I told you so"
I'm afraid I hate asking questions, but I must ask one I'm most afraid of
how long will it take this time?
About Me, About Them
316 · Feb 2021
Remainders
Maha Feb 2021
your hands are gone
misplaced by rendevouz
that swallow the entire night in their embrace
is that why
my skin bleeds honey
and my bones become a barrier
as the hills of my body are contouring around another
is that why
when their vines constrict me
I am reminded yet again
that you had just been
a temporary tattoo
about them, about me
305 · Dec 2020
Imposter
Maha Dec 2020
the demon that sits in my throat
his voice rumbling in my head
and my eyes
his horns are in my chest
twisting with every breath
his tongue whispering in my ears
kisses cold along my neck
clawing deep into my hips
a grip I cannot escape
God help me, I choke past him
"My sweet, he left you on that cold winter's conception."
my skin grows cold and clammy
my eyes weak and heavy
I am not me in this body
for there is a demon who sits in my throat.
about me
297 · Mar 2020
Problems
Maha Mar 2020
I've filled my bottle with empty promises
drunk off their sweet lies, bitter after kisses
my blood is wine, and it spills with every tremble
when it rolls out of my hand, jagged pieces littering the cold tile
will I finally see a reflection of my soul
in the glass that I break and the fire in my lungs
with no sun I grow crooked,
to fall in love with myself would be ideal
but even she hates me.
About Me
291 · Jan 2021
a parable
Maha Jan 2021
but is it
if I add to the weight of the world
that someome built on your shoulders,
the stars whisper sternly
when the language I speak
translates incorrectly
due to a metronome that's been off-beat for centuries,
I beg my creator
for His cruel hands
shaped a seive out of a pitcher
and i will lay,
spilled.
to them
about me
279 · Jun 2019
Tuesday Nights
Maha Jun 2019
My soda went flat in its bottle
It tasted like the air, sticky and thick
The heat from the lighter only added to the warmth of the night
A chorus of cars driving past
Joined by the cacophony of a too full balcony
Muffled shouts from the interior
Garlic wafting up through the windows
aimlessly scrolling
This times like these
I'm reminded what home is
I found my family.
269 · May 2019
Mom
Maha May 2019
Mom
I wish you would understand.
My time is different than yours.
I'm sorry yours was predetermined to be wasted.
But I want to write this story myself.
I wish to be autonomous.
And I want to breathe.
You're a restrictive corset
Holding me by my baggy clothes
Cursing me so hard I began to believe
That I was a cursed entity, bound to roam the land with the exact same fate as you.
Married off to a stranger who glued three children to my hips without so much as kissing me in the mornings when he'd get home from the night shift.
No.
Never.
We look the same
But I'm sorry
We will never be the same.
Not everyone has good family. Be kind to people around mother's day.
265 · May 2019
Falling
Maha May 2019
My name sounds so pretty on your lips
I'm begging you
We have all the time in the world
So I don't think you'd mind
If I stole one more
Just for the road
Just to get me home
Just so you know
That I need you to catch me
To Them.
258 · Mar 2019
Untitled
Maha Mar 2019
I wonder quite often
If it's like feeling sunshine on your arms and legs
After being slowly frozen
While being taught white history
If it's like putting on traditional clothes
And strutting proudly around town
If it's like cool water
Tickling your scalp
After this week's hottest day of the century
Is it the feeling you get when you've finally got new tires
And 65 down the toll road late at night
Feels just as smooth as the bass rumbling in your spine
Is it the same as letting go of someone
Who didn't understand
You needed a much bigger ***
So you could really bloom into the flower you knew you were
Perhaps one day I'll know
Till then, I have to be home by 9.
About Me.
257 · Feb 2019
Spine
Maha Feb 2019
I felt something different today.
Sturdy and straight, it held my head up higher than anything had before.
Everything around me was in shambles, but I.
Not even a Redwood or Sequoia could surpass my height.
Today I grew.
I walk with a new purpose in my step.
I grew a spine today.
About me.
255 · Feb 2019
Fear
Maha Feb 2019
I am afraid
Of many things I could say.
And so are very many others.
However, you shouldn't belittle yourself,
Should you feel this way.
For it is quite normal.
I feel, I do not abide by my own rules
So you see,
I am afraid I am a hypocrite.
About Me.
249 · Sep 2020
Puzzling Questions
Maha Sep 2020
do you think puzzle pieces ask themselves why they fit in each other's arms the way I do in yours?
About Them
244 · Sep 2020
The Front Yard
Maha Sep 2020
perhaps I am a ****.
despite her best efforts to contain me, and his unpleasant grounds keeping, I grew.
I don't believe I'll bloom any time soon, but I keep growing.
Though, I can't help but wondering,
How would have I been had they raised me like a flower?
About Me
239 · Feb 2019
Monsters
Maha Feb 2019
It's in the closet.
It's under the bed.
It's behind the dresser.
Now it's in your head.
Everyone has seen theirs.
But no
Sometimes people we
love and care about laugh and
give it food.
We're all terrified of it.
Sometimes we feed it.
Now it follows.
Now it sits in the back of the car.
I think it wants to **** me.
About Me.
234 · Apr 2021
Jaan
Maha Apr 2021
To see you,
     To hold you,
          To embrace you,
The prices I would pay to feel your gentle heart near mine once again.
To love you,
     To kiss you,
          To cry with you,
I would go back in time to make sure you understand my care.
I'm so sorry my dear. No mortal could ever understand, and I pray to God you did,
I will always love you.
Meer, Thabraize, Shazore, Minnie. Rest in peace and power, i see you in the stars, and I beg for one more glimpse.
227 · May 2021
2nd choice
Maha May 2021
when did your eyes stop glittering
like the stars did when I point them out every night
like the hope that sits with her net of dust on the shelf to the left
after a while
I haven't a clue how to fill this role anymore
how many seashells should I bring to show you before you finally decide to leave?
226 · Feb 2020
MANT REQD
Maha Feb 2020
i wish it were obvious
that I treat my car the way I treat myself
because we're both so busy
running everywherre
always out of time.
my car needs maintenance.
225 · Jun 2019
Maybe
Maha Jun 2019
Maybe someday
I won't be afraid
To admit how fast
And how much
I had fallen
Maybe someday
You'll squeeze my hand
And tell me
It was the exact same
So that's one more song
That we can sing together
To Them.
215 · Mar 2019
Untitled
Maha Mar 2019
I'll miss you.
But you'll come back.
You always do.
You're a part of me.
One day I'll have less of you.
But it's ok.
You're just
Hair.
About Me.
205 · May 2019
12:34AM
Maha May 2019
Surely you heard
The stream babbling about us
The trees whispering amongst the wind
And the leaves crunching under our careful steps
The squirrels and turtles
Veering everyone away from us
I'll be sure to play this cassette back
To them
192 · Feb 2019
Scars
Maha Feb 2019
Oh that?
That's been there.
It's old.
Forgotten.
Like those boxes in the back of my closet.
My body burns when you touch them.
Scorching and staining my flesh
I feel
Defective.
About Me.
175 · Jan 2021
Untitled
Maha Jan 2021
I suppose every pond looks pink in a sunset.
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