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Aug 2023 · 467
Alphabet Love
Sam Faisal Aug 2023
A should move on,
S is just one person.
Maybe A will meet L,
But she eventually
Leaves.
Hooked up with O,
But only
Okay,
Nothing
Special like S.
Married to V,
Then got divorced,
She was
Violent.
Thought E was going to be the one,
But A wasn't
Enough for her.
He met L, O, V, E,
And still hasn’t found love.
Until one day,
He looked in the mirror,
And found I.
He let out a cry,
“I will love myself.”
Aug 2023 · 1.8k
The Perfect Date
Sam Faisal Aug 2023
What's a perfect date?
It could be:
Fancy dinner,
Pretty partner,
Roses and lilies,
Weak at the knees,
Holding hands,
Sharing an umbrella in the rain,
Catching you from falling down the drain,
Eyes locked,
Kissing in the rain.

Or maybe it’s:
Spilling your coffee,
A comedy,
No filter,
Matching humour,
Eyes locked,
"Call me daddy,"
You called me crazy,
Talking ****, books and movies,
Eyes lit and laughing free,
Then switch to:
Learning something new,
Expanding worldview,
And before we knew,
Time disappears -

Silence,
No words,
Just your breath,
And my heartbeat,
Tears,
And more tears,
Feeling weak yet safe,
Smiling on my own,
I'm home,
In your embrace.
Aug 2023 · 827
Looking Forward
Sam Faisal Aug 2023
Be careful
of looking forward
to something
yet to happen
tomorrow,
later -
that you lose sight
of everything
happening
today,
now.
Aug 2023 · 1.3k
healing
Sam Faisal Aug 2023
my healing is
my gym
my book
and you

i’m healing from
the gym
the book
and you
Aug 2019 · 464
What's Your Poison?
Sam Faisal Aug 2019
Glass after glass,
Full,
Empty,
Refill.

It's ****,
When you undress
My sanity.
May 2019 · 309
Death
Sam Faisal May 2019
Death
Is more painful

When it happens
To your loved one

Than your own.
Mar 2019 · 454
Your True Self
Sam Faisal Mar 2019
You cannot find yourself
On the surface of comfort.

You are introduced to yourself
By the depth of adversity.
Mar 2019 · 666
Minimalism
Sam Faisal Mar 2019
Minimise distraction
Maximise intention.

Minimise commodity fetishism
Maximise giving out love.

Love people, use things.
The opposite never works.
Feb 2019 · 372
Mask
Sam Faisal Feb 2019
Mom
Dad
I didn't grew up
To be who
You want me to be.

How ironic.

For your approval
I had to conceal
My truth
With pretension

When you
Taught me
To never
Tell a lie.
Feb 2019 · 265
Fever
Sam Faisal Feb 2019
I'm not taking the painkillers.

My body is weak
Aching torso
Dry throat
Struggling for balance
With this dizziness.

The pain is not chronic
It's not life-threatening
So I shall endure the pain
It makes me feel alive.

Medicine is for the betrayer
Who doesn't trust their own army
In their body.
Feb 2019 · 472
Short Poem
Sam Faisal Feb 2019
Is it poetry,
Or is it a clickbait?
Poetry is evolving with the economy of attention in today's digital age. With images and advertisement bombarding us from every corner of the media content that we consume, our attention span is getting shorter as we know it. Lengthy literature are becoming less favourable. The discourses  that are discussed in a book, are now preferably obtained from a shorter article on the internet. Poetry as I observed, seems to be riding on the same trend.
Feb 2019 · 475
Meaning
Sam Faisal Feb 2019
My entire life was structured
around a belief system
Until the day I'm in a foreign land
Where familiar faces and cultures
No longer clenched me to
My identity.

Didn't know where to go
How to live
I'm a lonely alien here
I'm lost
Cultural shock they warned me.

I had to start from scratch
To recreate myself
The meanings of life
I held on from my parents
I let go.

From Stoicism
To Existentialism
I tried to comprehend our existence
Only to a realization
That there is no meaning
Life is absurd.
Feb 2019 · 431
Reckless
Sam Faisal Feb 2019
For my recklessness
I'm lying in a bed of regrets
Money is spent
Emotion is drained
And so time went.

Although I must acknowledge
The beauty of it
Its spontaneity
Driven by passion with levity
Led me to an unexpected love
A wonderful dream.

This is the spirit of youth
The unfazed jolt
Into the unknown
Though with rue
As a person I grew
With a purpose anew.

— The End —