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Nishat Firoj Oct 2016
her tattered dress barely held her together,
lose strings twirled around her fingers,
lose buttons tucked behind her ears,
and words tumbled from her pale spotted lips
as she sang a melancholy tune:

'it will all come crashing,
like expensive rubies
& irreplaceable wine glasses'
i was gonna make this rhyme but eh. old poetry that i resurrected from the depths of my tumblr.
Nishat Firoj Sep 2016
home is sweet, home sweet home,
but how will you ever find who you are,
if you never go out and roam?
college is a crazy ride but it's one that i have to and look forward to completing even though it's terrifying
Nishat Firoj Aug 2016
...
...he believes not the man after whom he was named...
Nishat Firoj Apr 2016
i erased this poem.
out of embarrassment.
oh well.
i saved it to a private server.
Nishat Firoj Dec 2015
I imagine the aftermath
And the breathlessness
Of doing the unthinkable,
Of tearing down my ship's mast,
And of nearing the imperfect kiss,
And of creating perfect trouble;
The stormy sea I ride from the past
And the beautiful things I will miss
Contain the truth I left in the rubble.
I'm not done though I should be
Nishat Firoj Dec 2015
we all would like to sit upon a balcony,
overflowing with leafy companions,
and look out into the city, absently,
at the skyscrapers that fill the canyons;

and we all would like to float upon dark blue seas,
our tanned backs skimming the cool blue,
the sun's golden locks tickling our faces like a tease,
and, blissfully, there is nothing to do;

of course, we all would like to laugh uncontrollably,
with our beautiful friends with wild, beachy, bronze hair
and with bejeweled fingers that hold onto ours tightly,
while the loud sounds of the living city permeate the azure air;

nevertheless, we all would like a dark, rainy evening,
our warmth exponentially increased by a knit turtleneck,
and above, the moon emanates its blue light, pale and pleasing,
while we read a book about chance meetings, secret gardens, and a car wreck;



we all would like beautiful things, but life is more meaningful with the untimely thunderstorm, the unwanted acne, the enraging traffic ticket, unexpected endings, and much needed beginnings;
we all would like to not be alone in these things,
and we never need be alone in these things.
although this poem illustrates a beautiful life, let me remind you all that life is beautiful with struggles and that overcoming those struggles is what gives life meaning~~ just wanted to say haha
Nishat Firoj Dec 2015
i have taken the idea of you
and i have crumpled it up again,
threw it into the trash can



i have pulled you back out
and i have smoothed you out again,
hung it over the mantel piece
#r #p #d
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