It’s a box full of green dots destroying what was once called my self esteem You wanted me when the lights were out And guidance was my enlightened words now not found I picked you up And shoved myself instead of you I picked you up And tired as I be; after I think and feel and believe and disregard all at once I laid exactly at that railroad of crushing trains Striking so furiously my heart And each time that train gets closer My insecurities become like the forsaken minorities Of the land waiting to avenge their vanquished souls Wanting revenge on the land lord And the land lord is lured into lowering lives of dislexyical comments like leaves leaving a tree not because they have to but because they have the power to self-destruct It’s not us that we fail to continue Its our ability not too Our will to stop Our moments of clarity In which nothing is clear And clear is the day you come up to me and explain the complexity that is your affect and the regret that is my whole existence And clear is the day in which I find the answers to life wrapped in papers fallen on grounds of religious beliefs with my name on top A note for majd A majd for all the notes you keep inside in the ample spaces between your teeth and total loss of diction Like dictating decimations you strike words of explosions Like nuclear weapons it’s not the fall of reason that kills me It’s reason that eases my falling And I fall into senseless diversions Diverging through divisions of disintegrating poems Determining what we don’t know And knowing what we cannot determine All words are not words but simple signs Of my breakdown And all breakdowns are not breakdowns but mere stimulation of the senses; a kick start …
A letter to the dearest to my heart...if only the world can reflect...