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 Oct 2014 Omar Kawash
Mohd Arshad
Mother!
.            I fumble to write this letter
.                            to you!
mother!
.           ink has frozen within me,
.                            so snow!
mother!
.           the room you left empty for infinite
.                             ****** life!
mother!
.           none is equal to you, O mother,
.                             others fake!
mother!
.           my morsels have turned bland,
.                             water thick!
mother!
.           life is spring at home here and you
.                               its blossoms!
mother!
.           I salute you for your unsurpassed care,
.                                sea-love!
Mother!
.           I will meet you in heaven, O mother,
.                                 my promise!
.
Notes (optional)
 Aug 2014 Omar Kawash
marina
i         had         a
dream last night
that     you     fell
in      love     with
someone        else
and     i    realized
that  i  don't want
to      spend     the
rest        of       my
life    scared   that
i  might  lose  you

i         want        to
spend    that  time
waking             up
next      to       you,
seeing               the
world    with   you,
learning    how   to
grow   old  bravely
with                 you

and       i      guess  
what    i'm  trying
to         say         is

marry              me
 Jul 2014 Omar Kawash
Kim Denise
I write for people who's dear for me
and for people I'm dear to.

And I haven't
              written
                    anything
                       for
                           a
                               long
                                     time
 Jul 2014 Omar Kawash
tc
heart
 Jul 2014 Omar Kawash
tc
there is a        train track
 running thro  ugh my veins
  and you’re on a journey with a
  one-way ticket to my heart;
  once you reach it, i’m ne
 ver letting you go, ev
  en if you venture h
    ome, your essen
    ce will linger
    beneath my
    skin

    but

i’m okay with that, because i’d rather the traces of you be buried in my molecules than anyone else
 Jul 2014 Omar Kawash
David Leger
Time will sweep the seas aside
And dry the wistlful shore,
But I'll stay here for you my dear,
And count the graves of war.

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