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Noor Nov 1
Saw those green cans in your room today
hidden under piles of taxed papers.
A cheap empty metal that tore open healed wounds,
a putrid scent that infected my resolve.
Was I the true Alcoholic? Drunk on the delusion of healing
Or maybe you had never healed to begin with.
Maybe your desperation was just well-hidden
under the smile that blanketed your face
and a laugh that made me feel safe.
Noor Oct 20
A world in which we swung among the clouds
Now has been overridden by the image of you in shrouds
We'd sing songs of warmth and hope
Now I pier over your body, dressed in a despairing cope
We'd skip along the flowery hill
Now I'm paying your casket bill

I don't understand what the point was
To make your own life come to a pause
But I will respect your wishes
As I burry my beautiful missus
Noor Sep 24
your heart was an enchanting land
softly alluring, naturally radiant
with birds of hope singing songs of foolishness
and trees growing fruits of ignorance.
You thought he'd nourish your soul,
replenish your spirit,
the birds had crooned so.
He entered the gates to your heart
with the key of trust you lent him
And you let his sugared words taint the trees' fruits
and his worms fill the birds' stomachs.
and soon your optimistic expectations
turned to faithless apathy.
As your heart became shrouded in scorn
Noor Sep 22
O2
I can’t breathe without you besides me,
yet the air is so clear when you’re gone.
Noor Sep 22
My anger stemmed from my love
My hatred from my attachment
yet you continued to neglect my care
uttering a final blow to my heart.
Now my feelings have vanished for all,
as the scar's throbs erase our memories.
I no longer wonder how things could have been different
Instead I thank the world for your carelessness
Noor Sep 22
Time has run away from you.
"Ten more minutes" every day.
She was neglected, forsaken
yet she reached her hand out once again.
and still you continued to lay,
basking in a void of false diligence.
Tick tick
ten years have passed
and now it's too late to make up for your mistakes.
Noor Sep 19
I wonder what the birds think
As they fly about
Food, water, predators?
Or maybe not much at all
Maybe they think of nests and trees
Or they think of the kind human
Who sprinkled some seeds by the bench
They may remember bad times too
When they were shoo’d away
Or when rocks were thrown at them
Or maybe they don’t think of much at all
And maybe we don’t have to think of much at all
Like the birds
As they fly about
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