The jinns: a man looks

in the mirror and he sees --


the back of his head.

The jinns: a cloud cuts

through the moon and through the eye --


that looks at the moon.

Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I hear clear things that haven't even been said,
I see ideas that yet nobody has had.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I bear the colour before people see it as red,
I feel by what people have been led.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
I steer my steps as the thoughts have me led,
I peer the ways that they said.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
Sometimes, I feel they have made me grad,
Sometimes, I fear they make me bad.


Sometimes, I'm walking with Jinns in my head;
For understanding, sometimes, I'm so glad,
But sometimes, I'm just sad and mad.

A COMPETITION FOR WRITING
WAS BEING BEGUN

I TOOK A REST
TURN OFF ALL LIGHTS

ASKED MY FAVAOURITE JINN
TO TELL ME THE FUN

HE HAD NOT BEGUN
I THREATENED HIM

HE HAD RAN
WAHAT HAD I DONE?

I TOOK A REST
LIGHT ONLY ONE

OF THIS SMART CANDLE
I WROTE IT

IT WAS THE BEST
I SLEPT
SUDDEN

THE END OF THE COMETE
WOULD  BE COME SOON
I WAS UP

I FOUND IT ASH
ALL SAID
THANK YOUR GOD

BECAUSE YOU HAD NOT BEEN
THAT ASH

People wonder and wait for something to happen and always expect from others to do it...
But my dear sometimes you need to give an effort because if you don't
This will end.!
                #jinn

The stars are falling from the sky
The moon no longer wains on high
It's grown dark and cold
For the sun has been sold
Darkness reigns
The demons run free, they're the few that remain
Human life is over
The Jinn dance on the clover
The lion will eat the lamb
The light no longer stands
The cloven hoofed one rules this world
The one with the horns that curled
The Banshee no longer screams
Everyones already dead it seems
The shadow men walk to and fro
With no particular place to go
Only the creatures of the night thrive
Eating off of the dead one's hide
Vampires slowly die
With no human blood supply
So demons, ghost and Jinn
Is all the company the cloved one has with him
What a sad creature he has grown to be
How he begs for the light to see