#oldpoetry
I lost some of my
poetry...
Have I forgotten
who I used to
be?
Must I remember
a person
I'll never grieve?
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
I don’t believe in “God,”
but the way your breath goosebumps
my soul
and controls every thought
only proves
that we must be sinning.
how could anything
righteous
feel so good?
you are naked,
bathed in sunlight
and you tell me again how
you wish to practice an ascetic life;
then let me teach you
how to turn my water to
sweet, sweet……
worship over my *******
kiss my neck and
resurrect the animals inside us,
watch how we shine.
Oh.
Practice with me
I’ll show you how
your head can bow
then rise…
Ruku
then rise
and oh, I promise,
my palms will lift upward
toward your holy skies;
I’ll pray
the way only you
can make me do.
For the love of Allah
bury your face between my thighs,
lock your hands with mine,
look into my eyes
I want to watch you
come
bow into Mirhab
turn to Mecca
Please
I beg you raise your face toward
the heavens
while we fall down
from grace.
Please, oh god, please
don’t stop.
Glory awaits;
whisper me prayers til
your words drip
from your lips
down onto my sheets,
Oh
please whisper,
make me quiver
til I see God
and believe
that you must be right…
Alhamdulillah.
With you,
I’d pray every night.
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 5:31 PM UTC
I sit in silence, enveloped in darkness.
Why my sorrow beacons thee to bother me,
Why thy can not comprehend my lonesome is welcomed,
Why thy inhabit my domain,
Is quite beyond me indeed.
Please oh please explain to me,
Why you cant just let me be,
Is beyond me, quite beyond me indeed.
Don't you see?
I do not welcome thy company.
Please oh please just leave me be,
Why thy bother me is quite beyond me.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Listen to the music that flows through my fingers
The reed vibrating leaves emotion that lingers
My vocal chords serenade sweet sounds to your ears
Brings tears to the eyes of the few that hear
I strike the string with a hardened pick
From my favorite song, I play a sweet lick
The rich sounds of clarinet flow through the air
Sheet music makes a book who's story I share
Spread my hands over piano keys
Classical, current, tapping tempo out with my knees
Rhythm was was the hardest, or most difficult if you please
With the help of my director I can read it with ease
Thank you to my teachers
Music is love to me
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
how does everything feel so whole
& yet so empty?
how do you fill everything
with a gaze, fleeting
how do you question everything
with a quirked brow, a pursed lip?
how do you fill everything
with a surety in an outstretched
hand, should i place mine
in your palm, should i answer your
questions with a small smile?
fill your sadness into my vessel,
take your pain into my bones?
let it settle like it's nestled
in a home of enamel and dried blood?
how do you repair a fractured heart?
with whispered promises
against the nape? with late-night
proclamations and ramblings,
locked secrets from deep within
the corridors of our minds
should we reside in head-space
or pulsing heart? should we etch
a title into skin and teeth or leave
them unmarked? i wonder...
i wonder ...
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
Apparition's of the darkest of days,
Swept feet,rythmless beats, bang on dark caves!!!
Abject, abject , come out of thy tombs, the warmongers draweth near in silk satin platoons!!!!
Cold hit's the wall, rain hits thine door, the floodgates flap open, no rubies on shore!!!
We art all one!! Grains of sand enlightened to Egyptian sun. We art all free, but slaves to what is..
Gather thine good's, for the abysmal's now understood!!!
For their laughing is now mixed with tears, for its thy blood now that sheds humanities darkest of fears!!!
Thy hearts burden is heavy!!!
Thine eye's, dragged and soaked.
Thou canst run from thine self thou Master of dark cloak!!!!!!!!
Tip-top silently, ourn Whisper's go through a box,
Lock me up, tie me down,
For this heart beat's slowly to STOP!!!!!!!!!!
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
The truth is, we all take life for granted.
We just think the sun will always come up & we will be there as witness.
What if you never saw the light again?
To live in the darkness is do live in danger.
It is toying with forbidden territory.
Sometimes taboo is fun,
We entertain our bored minds with thoughts of-
Death
Life
Love
Loss
Light
Dark
What does it all mean exactly?
Light shines even in a dark paradise,
No matter how fall you have fallen,
Yes, the sun still shines.
Even though the sun falls daily,
Remember you still must always rise
in order to see the light-
You must awake in the
m o r n i n g.
No matter how far you want to
j u m p
-
DONT
The light has stopped,
the sun will only wait for so long
W A I T
with it.
R I S E
with it.
Tomorrow is new
And you have the next day too.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak!
Sick
Wearied
Weak?
Looking in all the wrong places?
Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's
For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay?
Like the son of man
I haveth no chapel
For this head to consecretly layeth!!!
Dog nights seem more teething!!!!
Vestige of all beauty
You've left that still life post,
Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!!
The I loveth thou's
And thou more....
Deluge of happiness
Covereth me
Bury me
In atmospheric condition,
Oh man didst thou not mention?
The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!!
Hath society made materialism
And the dollar sign
Their romantic gesture?
A pity to God
And me!!!!
Mobs of fleas
To calleth what they maketh
MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!!
Wherein the frauds
Fakes
And phonies
Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
time goes on and i feel nothing
the emptiness of my heart
the coldness of my skin
the numbness of my brain
as i reminisce over the things i used to love about you
for a second, time stops.
stop looking at yourself in the mirror
whispering, "it'll be okay. i'll be okay."
when you know **** well
you'll be anything but okay.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC