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rofan Sep 2019
In the distance
Where everything bounces and hold on to its grip
Where all mixed together
To make a mess so beautiful
That it creates another distance
But far more precious
And far more away
...
Somewhere between your mothers face
And all the others
Underneath the words you hallow
The words you speak
And the words you hide away
Just like the distance that grew away
You become your person
So you go on
Creating something similar to your own way of thinking
Because,
You don't know
That maybe the thing that doesn't allow you to sleep
May just be the way you see things
Or the way you think you should
...
Because words could mean a lot of things
And different things
And all the things you could imagine and not
Because you see,
Words can not only be yours forever.
  Aug 2019 rofan
Sumaira Asghar
Like an incomprehensible piece of art
hanging on the wall,
I have kept my feelings hidden
in the form of words pressed
onto the paper
crammed somewhere in my heart.
For some people, it lacks
rhythm and for some beauty.
But for now, I know
and fully understand,
people are not poetry.
Because poetry grants me freedom
to improvise when it is not in line
but people, they do not.
rofan Aug 2019
I want to be free
As simple and as deep
As freedom holds.
rofan Jul 2019
I only remember you’re voice when you laugh
I see you in the darkness
In the angles of the room
I can see you’re smile
In the stars
It herts that I still
Feel
What I feel
This is an old one I found on my phone.
Grateful that I got out of what once was the most to me.
rofan Apr 2019
under the beating hearts
where whispers hide
I keep it all inside  
the precious smiles
that they as sin
I close my eyes
and I put the palm of my hand where it beats the most
I dance it in and dance it out
and even though I can't see the moon
I feel it deep melting its way to my vein
I spin my  head around the different skies
levels of wonders and silent eyes
there are scratches on my knees
nails in my throat
and flames in my lungs
my tongue is underwater
and I am breathless from the  words that are turning to air
thick and heavy
strong and bold
shifting itself
to embrace what is hold
to lift up the sparks
and to lead the lights
into the truth and into what is whole
rofan Dec 2018
to write
to write words that were forever spoken
within
words that might leave
but never disappear
like a rose it lives, it dies
so it becomes part of a new life
today i might no longer speak
i might no longer hear
.
today i am only
and i am only me
alone in a part of something,
that is forever awaken
so the more i feel
the less i believe
.
like the sun
it gave light
to the moon to be bright
i want my words
the fingers that once wrote
it gave certainty
Infinity to my world
so sun,
i hope you never get enable
to make your light reach to every spot of the earth
not like my own words
that never reached
the only rose
that i wanted to reach.
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