Inhaling clouds of smoke each day
My head feeling ****** up
Wondering why I always see *****
When I look inside my half-empty cup

Want more than bottles and grams
Than band-aids, pills, and glue
I'm searching for peace; a permanent fix
That heals, not covers up, pain in me and you.

Here I am in the mix
There are so many things I'll like to fix
Giving birth to us was the prefix
Leaving the world is the suffix
In between we are just a matrix
I mean it no lyrics
Death is inevitable, it's everyone's crucifix
Alhamdulillah today Ramadan is six


Get all possible means to refix
yourself else you'll be jinxed
Forget how great you look in pics
How gorgeous are your sidechicks
Cuz if you fail to boulder your good deeds with strong bricks
Sincerely you won't be able to perform any gimmick
On the day we would be filing in matrix
I pray Allah count us not amongst the jinxed

                      Written by
          *RashidAbuAshraf

Tormented souled
Ripped off
Heart wrenching
Torned out
Crucified
POEMS
All got
Beaten up by
Cheer lined
Bug fixes

I feel unheard
as if I've never spoken a word
I feel left in the dust
I feel the broken trust
I feel pain in the weirdest places
blood stained shirts without the traces
I feel alone
like I'm missing my home
there's so much going on
and so little hours in the day
I feel as if I've gone crazy
as if I'll never find a way
I need comfort, I just do
and I don't want to feel like I burden you
these broken pieces I place in your hands
are yours to fix, because this is pain I can't stand
I feel unheard
as if I've never spoken a word
-m.a.

"Have you made the right ones?"
The greatest enemy to your mind is the forever existing question that remains and will never be answered.