When I am not
Striving
You can find me
Lost in words
Somewhere

Being me

How much louder do we have to scream?
You've taken away my innocence, my hopes, and my dreams.

How much louder do we have to scream?
You don't care as you pull hard at my seams.

How much louder do we have to scream?
You're finished now and proud, with a smile that gleams

'Of all the stories you have ever written,
       how many have you forgotten?'

They asked.

And suddenly I remembered you.

I don't know what to write,
The title came first and now I'm at a loss for words.
My madness feels constrained,
This house turned from haven to hell
And now I wish only to run.

The days go by but the landmarks are deadlines,
And I feel like some days it's going to be me with the flatline.
I switch it all off,
Say I need some alone time,
But in these lonely times I feel like it's always just mine.


So I wake,
I eat.
Sleep,
Then repeat.

Beside the river,
I transfigure into my feather shape
I am in my bird state
Calling out for my mystical encounter
"Come make me wings and help me escape "

I feel a strong heat and an intense grip on my back
I look at the mirror and see my reflection sewing me wings around my neck

Its all a trip i claim

Just like a drop of paint in water
The rain came
to destroy the image of my lover

My unheard comforter that willfully has to lie

For this river reflects my buried will to die

But i ignore it all and fly high because i am entitled to the good things in life


Words Of Harfouchism

When
will the fight end
with who
I was before
and who
I can become.
They’re like
two parents arguing,
forgetting
that their child
is right here
watching.