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I've always had itchy feet
Never can sit still
Or let the soles of my shoes fuse to the ground

I keep my home around my neck
Wear it in a golden heart shaped locket
I misplaced my compass but never lost myself

I crave the ground passing beneath my feet
Beneath wheels and airplane shadows
I measure my age in miles acquired

I've seen the Milky Way from every angle
And swam in every sea
I keep going, going, going
And I never stop to wonder what I'm running from
Wrote this on a train!
Her bare feet were tougher than her soul
They ran through the woods all day
Snapping twigs, relentlessly killing the life below.
Little bare feet that raced each other through these halls
She grew older and she grew wiser
Gaining strength from every fall.
Little girl, now not so little
Chasing new little feet
Through the house and out the door
Adapting to this new wild beat.
 Mar 2017 Shofi Ahmed
JR Rhine
Your love rains down
                                       from the shower head.

Sharp needles of fire
                                                                ­                  dousing cold feet.

                                   It feels like daggers,

                                               and wouldn't be so,

if I hadn't lingered for so long,
                                                                           in my frigid hesitancy.
I've been reading "Coney Island of the Mind" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Part of the jazz-inspired Beat generation, his writings are incredibly experimental and diverse. Definitely check him out if you haven't.
I think I'm on my feet again
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
Don't know how or why or when
Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
I think I'm on my feet again
Can you hear it? Can you hear it?
Tell me where do I begin
I can't hear it. I can't hear it.
Recovery is a process
 Mar 2017 Shofi Ahmed
RL Glassman
A Lily hurt me deeply
How could something so soft be so hard
It poked and it shamed me
With it's lilac petals and green bone
When I touched it,  felt softness
When I looked away, sensed stone
This is what the Spring gave me!
A soft looking Lily
With a penchant for scorn
wrote this today. entirely random.

march 21 2017
If you look at the stars
How beautiful they are
That is how you are to me
You are the star that is bright
In the dark you gave me light
When I am ever so lonely
I've been talking to the moon
While I'm searching for you
In between all the clouds
It felt forever the night
When you were not in my sight
My head was filled with doubt
But the clouds slowly drift by
Erasing all of my doubts and fears
You were there so bright and clear
Now I have found you
All my wishes have come true
For all I want in life was you
I am suppose to be happy
But in the middle of the night
I can't remember the tears
How much I've cried
Sometimes I do feel like leaving
This vessel which I call my body
Let my soul be free from its bonds
To leave this  world where I don't belong
Sometimes we give ourselves in to darkness
 Mar 2017 Shofi Ahmed
Sayed Ahmed
Anger is the enemy today
The blitz of its' rage will smash all the reveries
Wont let the eyes to surrender
And the night will be longer
Within a poem I found little things -
The scent of earth, the summer of youth
Within it I found the comfort of words
A restful haven of solitude.
I found, too, the thorns that bleed
The world and life when the heart breaks
I saw the beast of wasted lands
And heard the fire of the cannonade.
And within a poem, I found art and soul
I felt the core and the residue
And with every thought shared
Each word written -
Within a poem, I found you.
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