and if you are still the way you have always been, you're the lucky ones because most of us have taken ourselves apart down to the very molecules we are made up of and rearranged them to someone else's liking

and if you are still happy then you're the lucky ones, because most of us are so depressed we are willing to lather our stomachs in alcohol and burn our throats with smoke for fun, or to forget that person who made us feel like we were sitting in a haystack of needles, stabbing and wounding every inch of our skin

and if you still strive for your highest hopes and dreams, then you're the luckiest ones, because most of us settle for less, and only climb the ladder until we think we have reached the top

and if you're in love, you really are the luckiest of all, because we are all mostly bitter over those we have lost, thinking we are unable to find someone that will bring us the same happiness that the other person used to bring

You left
and all that remained
were memories that lingered
in the back of my eyes
and a tingle in my nose
that waited for the worst moment
to pounce.

With oceans in my lungs
I can barley breathe a word.
The surface of my thoughts,
just seem so far away.

I'm sorry God, but they've taken you prisoner.

Their words indubitably once streamed from your lips,
as your fingers projected beams of light,
falling from the Heavens:
people dumbly read your signs so literally.

They've closed you in a book and recalled your name
when such mentioning benefited their own name,
hypocrites they are;
for there was never a hypoChrist
capable of making wine a commodity
and bread a demon,
unless it is gluten-free.

How your intentions are clouded in veils.
****** in your name.
To glorify you.
Pushing scared young lovers--two men-- against barbed wire fences
and insisting they are sinful, foul--better off dead.
Maybe the hate is right
because it wins ten times out of nine.

God, they constantly judge each other
when they don't believe in the "right" version of you.
And they represent a new hipper you for the youth:
they want to understand you, when really they just
want to be understood.

Some days I walk past strangers and wonder,
"Who do you want me to be?"
Am I not Muslim enough unless I cover my hair?
Am I too Moz-lim if I say Allah and mean God--
just God, not whatever inane misnomer you'll tell me I really believe
you to be.

I think you tire of our piddle paddle,
how we puff up our chests, only to blow out a tiny breath of air,
that in one instant you can extinguish:
the candle had no choice.

We think we give the world meaning.
We feel so special when we hear ourselves think,
but sometimes, I wish you'd speak instead of all these false prophets.

Stop thinking about tomorrow
Stop thinking about yesterday
Stop stressing
Don't beat yourself up something that wasn't your fault
That part when your voice cracked was probably no big deal
Get over that speech you have to make
No one is going to remember what you said or what you did
It might sound harsh
But you are a tiny grain of sand on a beach miles long

what has the world come to?
people nowadays are so shameless and sadistic,
im not trying to be negative, im just being realilistic.
it seems like humans are losing there humanity,
what have we become?
nothing but abunch of animals. with no heart, soul, or integrity, and no boundries, not a single one.

it seems no place is safe anymore,
and the future is very bleak,
society, your so
blissfuly ignorant, makes me feel so
hopeless, that theres no way that i can control this, makes me feel so angry, sad, and weak.

sometimes i just want to throw in the towel and give in,
this is not the world, that i want my future children to live in.