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809 · Oct 2017
you
Shaima Oct 2017
you
I needed you
so horribly badly that my soul began unstitching fragments of the reality we had, looking for you.
So madly, my ribcage was barely able to keep my lungs from breaking out, in search of your breath.
Will you forgive me when I choose the most utter simplicity in order to stay alive?
I swear I will return,
but in the meantime,
bear in mind that a drunken heart is way too heavy for a butterfly to carry.
746 · Apr 2018
memories
Shaima Apr 2018
I chose night and regretted it every day,
I faked light and hoped you’d find the way;
I burnt my sins and tried to sell their bottled smoke,
but pretty ribbons made bare souls choke.
407 · Sep 2017
said
Shaima Sep 2017
maybe I've been so lost
that I no longer have a home.
if this is my new sanity
i might as well go mad all the way.
better die in pain
than live a lie.
shoot me already,
I'm not built for battle.
I'm just trying to be.
395 · Oct 2017
sane
Shaima Oct 2017
I needed you I guess.
I needed the touch of your soul to warm my lonely hands.
I needed your insanely simplistic sanity to the insanity of my lucidity awake.
I needed you.
But I need you no longer.
So leave if you will,
I can finish ending myself on my own now.
But thank you.
391 · Nov 2017
a subtle fiction
Shaima Nov 2017
are you up for a ride?
existence is timeless as long as you can concentrate on not concentrating on the chains that constrain you from joy.
forget your made up problems, from this made up schedule that organizes your made up life.
you are nothing but fiction.
a collection of figments of consciousness, paradoxically, including your own.
dissolve the bittersweet pills of perception.
be a wanderer in the astral landscape of  understanding beyond what can be understood.
**** on the ruthless music notes that dare pierce your soul and remind you of your body.
be free of all humanness in you.
be the nothing between us,
and everything.
275 · Sep 2017
Us
Shaima Sep 2017
Us
How strange... I love the sound of us even when you are not. I love how you are not.
Maybe the fact that you are not is what hurts me the most but I still love it.
Because when you are not,
I am not.
And oh, how marvellous it feels to drift into non existance before my heart starts beating.
260 · Oct 2017
selfish
Shaima Oct 2017
You think I’m selfish right?
I hate myself but I will break your hands if they’re the ones holding my shackles.
I’m not afraid of leaving myself if I’m the one doing it.
I’m helping you build my own scaffold because I don’t want you to see that my wrists are already bleeding.
I’m dead, mom.
But I’d rather lose you than watch you lose me.
So yes, I am selfish.
241 · Sep 2017
touch
Shaima Sep 2017
You say silence,
the most beautiful kind.
You touch fiction,
soft as a lover's mind.
You hear hiatus,
strong and clear everytime.
I feel you,
and it's like all of it combined.
223 · Sep 2017
her
Shaima Sep 2017
her
she existed in a different dimension.
too sweet, too tender for this reality.
her blurred out image kept sliding in and out of existence so many times we got used to her instability.
i kept telling myself that it was normal, that dissolving into affection's oblivion was only natural
but it wasn't.
she doesn't exist,
she never did.
her eyes widened as if to show me the panic behind them, but i knew
i always knew.
i smiled, tears burning down my cheeks, and said
"it's ok. you exist. just not here"
and she faded
dying.
221 · Jan 2018
Sunshine
Shaima Jan 2018
How many sunshines have you seen today?
Enough for your eyes to’ve memorized the patterns of the golden strands of light as they drift away?
Away?
Why? Why away?
Do they seem to float when they’re drowning and burn when they’re standing? Cause let me tell you that if that’s the case, if flowers seem to grow underneath their gaze, let me tell you that those strands of sunshine are probably just bits of snow,
frozen crystals with a pearly glow that unlike the sun, will burn your retinas and your iris’ coal.
I’m sorry to be the one to tell you but if you think you’ve seen more than one sunshine today,
if you think you’ve only seen flower petals as they fall on the ground and lay,
I’m sorry to tell you you’re the reason why I’ve also tried to be a sunshine and
now?
now I’m trying not to choke on one of your ****** sunshine’s rays.
~Shaima
212 · Jul 2018
reborn?
Shaima Jul 2018
my body, a temple,
my faith neglected
my soul a forgotten god, no offerings presented.
your hands shaky,
your mind young,
your love so timid, barely reaching your tongue.
our story begun,
our lives connected,
our souls too distant to comprehend all the reckless.
but
my body, a temple,
my faith restored,
I won’t let the fire distract me from hope.
-shaima
183 · Sep 2017
yasmin
Shaima Sep 2017
i dreamt my eyes reflected your pain,
and turned it into lust.
i dreamt i no longer had to water my art with tears, for your soul flooded me with passion,
siezing the last bit of sanity your lips hadn't consumed.
i dreamt of your papery skin cuting through me, begging for my blood to write love songs on your edges.
i dreamt of you.
and i couldn't help but curse reality when i woke up,
because no matter how hard i shut my eyes,
you,
disolved in my pillow,
like the memory of happiness.
174 · Apr 2018
our sky
Shaima Apr 2018
I know the way your eyes feel,
when they’re grazing my eyes.
I miss having no reason
to distrust your simile.
Why am I so accustomed
to letting it all die
when you only gave me chances to love our pink sky.
174 · Apr 2018
beggars
Shaima Apr 2018
sometimes the stars are the only beauty you need,
somebody’s arms the only reason to breath,
though joyful and finite
like a homeless man’s mead,
simplistic ideals are a lover bug’s ****.
drunken and lonely, a beggar’s voice sings,
“life is not worth it if souls have no seeds”.
168 · Jun 2018
home
Shaima Jun 2018
let us find purpose
in the bottom of coffee mugs,
in the feeling after a hug,
in the slow dance of lightning bugs.
we’ll find peace
in the midst of most sunny days,
in the right path inside a maze,
in the gleam of a lover’s gaze.

don’t despair when a lonely night,
full of questions left in the dark
makes you question if there’ll be light.
cause the sun we’ll forever rise,
doesn’t matter what ***** lies,
your reflection will tell your eyes.
159 · Nov 2017
cocaine
Shaima Nov 2017
You’ve seen my eyes naked
and my lips sore,
I swear nobody else had seen that before.
You’d held my crooked self between your loving arms,
before this reality had done you any harm.
You knew I was drunk with pity and pain,
but nihilism is every wise man’s *******.
Forget all the human you’ve seen on my face,
remember the mud running through my veins.
126 · Sep 2018
enough”-“
Shaima Sep 2018
you drove me off a cliff
no wonder I can’t hear you,
now luckily for me
your bullshitting is see-through.
124 · Nov 2018
~gone
Shaima Nov 2018
I should’ve kissed you longer.
I should’ve taken advantage
and stole all the air from your lungs
cause they’re obviously stronger.
I should’ve healed my skinless soul,
I never knew the lonely
would try to infect my bones.
I should’ve blinked faster,
I forgot that true darkness,
will always try to fester.
I will hold on no more,
I’ll take all my rubble and build a new home.
100 · Jul 2018
fenix
Shaima Jul 2018
so much destruction that can take you places,
so many idiots lying to our faces.
the truth of the wicked,
the truth of the dead,
the truth of the children that live in your head.
war and division,
based solely on fear,
have hate and collisions
sharpening their spears.
no idols stripped naked
can protect a strong mind,
no rules when dissected
maintain their first rind.

— The End —