I am a man
My full name is A Humble Man of Allah
I am in want of permanent home address
I was innocent
I want to remain innocent
O’ Almighty Allah!
Be with me
If You can……..

You broke me...
& I allowed it because I so loved the moment before you uttered how I meant nothing. The moment when you could be redeemed.
The moment in which my breathe would catch in my throat.
The moment in which I desperately wanted to be inlove with you again. The moment in which I wanted to delude myself just one more time into believing you might love me.
Believing that you could value me in my human form.
The form in which my exhale became reminiscent of your name.
You were absorbed into the essence of my very being.
You were everything. & now you are nothing.
This is neither good nor bad.
It simply is.
Because you were poisonous and I loved every second of it ; basking in your presence.
I was a wilting flower and oh how your kiss felt so much like rain.
You were incomparably beautiful to me, but beautiful in the destructive sense.
Beautiful like a forest fire.
But you are not a forest fire.
You were the moon- deeply inconsistent.
You could not be redeemed.
Not by your smile or the way my name tasted leaving your lips or by the rare tears you would spill whispering a belated apology.

You were lost to me.
in all your cruelty- completely lost.

Except for when i would stand lonely in a crowded room- your voice sounding like the insecurities in my mind.
In those moments I'd choked back tears and pretended that the ***** was to blame and not you.
I'd Spend the night hurling insults at the stars whose usually beautiful form seemed a grotesque witness to my aching heart.
And then I'd want to hurt you how you hurt me,
scar your soul repeatedly but then I realised you don't have one.
You never did.

I hear the names I'm called, I hear the disgusting comments they say about me do I do anything no why because I'm who IAM and I didn't choose this but I accepted who I was so what I love men, here's how I see it the reason you pick on others is because you haven't come  to terms of who the hell you are, you haven't accepted who you really are so really the joke is on you

I like skies the most when you are in an open field
and the stars are out, you lay down in the grass

counting these beautiful lights and than suddenly you realize
you are breathing, you are alive, you are worth so much more
and that the world is beautiful even though you feel like crap

she always had this feeling, this girl was different
he always had this feeling, this boy was different

they both had broken pieces and feelings they couldn't place
but when they were together it all made sense, it was right

I have this dream to see the world
to escape from the city and follow the sun
I just want to be lost in more ways than one

and all I ever wanted was you to go with me on this adventure.

why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds

I AM making a Cartoon of a Woman. She is the People.
    She is the Great ***** Mother.
And Many Children hang on her Apron, crawl at her
    Feet, snuggle at her *******.