Afiqah 5d

mornings
became a lot gentler
and nights were gloriously
cherished the most
and all at once,
the sound of our beating hearts
euphorically
became my only favorite tune

-a.

Afiqah Jan 8

know that
you’re not for everyone
and that is okay
every living thing may sound
like they’re always trying to say please
other times,
you’re simply left to watch yourself happen
and do the rest of the saving
but keep in mind
for this space on earth is yours
and you still matter as much

-a.

Afiqah Jan 8

the air will slowly breathe in
all the whys and hows
things all began as it is to you
for now,
just simply exist as much
you are where He wants you to be,
you are made with pure, unspeaking hopes
within to overcome this goddamned universe

-a.

Afiqah Jan 8

thank you
for showing me the stars
and letting me notice how my scars
is one of the tenderest yet bravest thing
I could let be the epitome to exist
more with self-love

-a.

Afiqah Jan 8

it’s okay to wear pain
however you let it
for we are all no stranger to such afflictions
wear them with words,
wear them along
with your wounds and scars
but don’t forget to fearlessly wear hope
enlist them gently to your soul
and let it be your new kind of warrior

-a.

Afiqah Jan 8

it’s in these
weird, old wicked thing we do
with life’s many thrills
that eventually made us all
into such fragile beings
yet this heart,
this heart of ours was built
to take on a few little punch
just enough to feel wholly
and to fall in love with being alive again

-a.

Afiqah Dec 2017

sometimes
it’s hard to quit being the villain
in our own stories
we dream of a language
whose words are like fists,
we turn the color of smoke
and petition the dark for tokens of peace
yet it’s always the orphan within us
that roots for a little spark from the devil
each time
we’re held most at gunpoint

-a.

Afiqah Dec 2017

and the days began to walk,
a part of you, somehow
I still let stay
I still happen to have you here,
this far
and for some reason,
love learned
yet it continues to echo euphoniously
alongside your name

-a.

Afiqah Dec 2017

the damnest part
of it all
was how wicked
the truth had to fall tragically
and we’re left to learn
to carry life’s sting
conditioning our souls to quit holding on
to the devilish thread

-a.

Afiqah Nov 2017

we were told to paint
our walls white with lies
so in every day,
we crash among
these wicked, twisted oddities and
get drunk in tender places
we ought to simply only
keep them in soft, quiet stares

-a.

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