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Oct 2018 · 649
• Chase •
ThePoet Oct 2018
Let them
run after
you and
chase you
day by day,
because the
moment they
catch you
they'll throw
you away.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Going through all my old work I never posted from years ago. Lol
May 2018 · 1.2k
• Monster •
ThePoet May 2018
I wasn’t
born a
I was
raised a

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Apr 2018 · 792
• Salvation •
ThePoet Apr 2018
I remember salvation
on the days when I fell
It would call my name
from the depths of ****
And bring me back to
what I always knew
That God would save
me and save you too

But I don't hear my name called anymore.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Mar 2018 · 491
• Pretenders •
ThePoet Mar 2018
I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers

I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2017 · 2.8k
• Bearable •
ThePoet Oct 2017
Just because
I bear
the pain,
it doesn’t
mean it’s

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jul 2017 · 1.5k
• Saving Other Lives •
ThePoet Jul 2017
We're the shield
in all of their wars,
while we stand on
our battlefield alone

We spend so much
time saving other
lives, we forget
to save our own

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jul 2017 · 5.0k
• Left Behind •
ThePoet Jul 2017
I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Feels good to write again.

Thank you everyone for your support. (:
May 2017 · 1.9k
• Wanting •
ThePoet May 2017
My desire
of wanting you
was greater
than my
pleasure of
having you.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Mar 2017 · 1.0k
• No More •
ThePoet Mar 2017
Bleed and bleed
until there's
no more blood
Weep and weep
until there's
no more tears
Fall and fall
until you
can't stand up
Scream and scream
until there's
no more fears

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Feb 2017 · 1.7k
• Numb •
ThePoet Feb 2017
I have oceans of
but my heart
is numb
These shallow
lines of
my words have

I've been strong
for so long,
but it's made
me weak
And these
screams in
my dreams,
are the
I speak

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Dec 2016 · 3.0k
• The Darkness •
ThePoet Dec 2016
I'm running out of time
And the clock is ticking fast
But I'm trying to repair
All the damage in my past

I'm running out of time
And these minutes never last
But the darkness that I live
Is the shadow that I cast

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Not finished editing this.
Nov 2016 · 2.1k
• Red Ink •
ThePoet Nov 2016
Bound by

this rule

In this

chaos I think

My pain is

my fuel

And my blood

is my ink

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Aug 2016 · 3.0k
• Unconditional •
ThePoet Aug 2016
In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jul 2016 · 2.1k
• Belonging •
ThePoet Jul 2016
I walked once
through this door

But the door
remains never open

I felt belonging
here once before

But the before
remains now broken

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Last stanza from my poem "Belonging", which serves as a poem on its own. (:
Jul 2016 · 2.2k
• The Words Will Come •
ThePoet Jul 2016
The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come.....

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
May 2016 · 2.0k
• The Rush of Greed •
ThePoet May 2016
I feel the selfishness beginning to sprout
Growing vast in a world already at stake
I can only see two hands reaching out
The right will give as the left will take

The world thirsts for the rush of greed
If we had it all we would still want more
We claim we care for the ones in need
When all of our riches feed off the poor

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
May 2016 · 1.9k
• Contrast •
ThePoet May 2016
The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong 
You were everything right

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
ThePoet May 2016
Am I the predator or am I the prey? 
Altering between both night and day 
Telling myself that the skies are grey
But telling myself that I'll find my way 

Am I the victim or am I the oppressor? 
Changing between the weak and aggressor 
Telling myself that I'm worth much lesser
But telling myself that I'll be a successor 

Am I the darkness or am I the light?
Shifting between the black and white 
Telling myself that I have no might 
But telling myself that I'll win the fight 

Am I the blessing or am I the curse?
Switching between the better and worse
Telling myself that I'm dead from birth 
But telling myself that I belong on earth 

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Apr 2016 · 3.7k
• Bipolar •
ThePoet Apr 2016
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Mar 2016 · 7.5k
• Who Are We To Judge? •
ThePoet Mar 2016
Who are we to say,
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong,
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think,
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us,
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel,
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas,
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Thank you everyone for all the support, I really appreciate it!
Mar 2016 · 693
• Value •
ThePoet Mar 2016
Walking through
the streets with
a look of dismay,
she knew how
much she valued
her life today,
when a speeding
car was passing
just inches away,
and she hadn't
stepped back to
move out of its way.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Wrote this awhile ago.
Mar 2016 · 833
• To Love & Be Loved •
ThePoet Mar 2016
What is it like
to be loved
by a love,
of one you
have begged
for to the
heavens above?

What is it like
to be touched
by a touch,
of one you
have dreamed
of and longed
for so much?

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Mar 2016 · 1.4k
• Inspiration •
ThePoet Mar 2016
Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Feb 2016 · 2.6k
• One •
ThePoet Feb 2016
Be the weakness

of my hardened soul

Be the dominance

of my lost control

Hold onto me tight

and never let me go

And let us be one in

the midnight glow

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Feb 2016 · 1.0k
• Jealousy •
ThePoet Feb 2016
I could be most deserving to die
but I can't help to feel this way,
to wish a darkness in every eye
that had locked with yours today.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
No eye may gaze upon your beauty except my own. :D
Feb 2016 · 1.6k
• Nothingness •
ThePoet Feb 2016
You gave

strength to my


power to my


purpose to my


something to my


© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Feb 2016 · 670
• Colder •
ThePoet Feb 2016
Each day
is my
loss inside,
and each
death is
much colder
than the
last death
I died.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jan 2016 · 684
• Goodbye •
ThePoet Jan 2016
Where I
could only
now suffer
but can
never die, 
I'm too
far gone
to find the
words for

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
This is the last stanza in one of my poems I previously deleted because I'm still working on it. Another depressing piece, I'm sorry. But it has to come out in some way, I can't bottle it all in.
Jan 2016 · 970
• Falling •
ThePoet Jan 2016
I keep falling
for you
the ground,
hoping that
someday I'd land
in your arms.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jan 2016 · 594
• Relationship •
ThePoet Jan 2016
But I
was never
in love
with you,
I was in
love with
the love
of you.

*© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Truth be told.
Jan 2016 · 1.3k
• The Power of Love •
ThePoet Jan 2016
Love, the only thing
that needs to be said,
to make the whole of
the universe rest its head.

The reason tears dry
after oceans are shed,
and why bleeding stops
after rivers are bled.

The reason every soul
had ever been bred,
and why all the world
today still isn't dead.

Love, the only thing
that needs to be said,
to make the whole of
the universe rest its head.

That's the power of love.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Jan 2016 · 591
• Losing My Mind •
ThePoet Jan 2016
Another day has risen
with me questioning why,
what is the true reason
that I still exist here?

Trapped in this prison
wishing that I would die,
just watching each season
passing through the year.

But how much stronger
can I make myself shine,
when my darkness will find
its way back around?

Because I can no longer
pretend that I'm fine,
when I'm losing my mind
crumbling into the ground.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Dec 2015 · 1.2k
• Human Shield •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I try to protect your
soul from what I never
could endure or take,
I try to fix your mess
while I make the
same repeated mistake,
I try to fight your wars
but can't stand on
my own battlefield......

because I could never
fend myself, and instead I
became a human shield.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
• Nostalgia •
ThePoet Dec 2015
We reminisce

each passing year,

and forget what

is already here.

We only live the

moments and await,

for another sad

and nostalgic state.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Dec 2015 · 2.3k
• Broken Soul •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who's learnt it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 14.2k
• Depression •
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken.

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken.

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken.

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 1.6k
• Confined •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is a world of blessing  
that is awaiting to surround me,
but piles of dust and ashes
are the only things around me.

There is a world of beauty
that is awaiting to find me,
but this prison of darkness 
has locked and confined me.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 1.5k
• Just Us Two •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is no you
and there is no me,
There is only us
and there is only we,
There is no letting
go of me and you,
When life was only
made for just us two.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 3.3k
• Imagination •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There are no limits within a dream
Insanity at its most extreme
Imagination aged the child
It made me strong, it made me wild

I have ocean secrets growing deep
They're mine to ponder, mine to keep
Creativity taught and raised the kid
It gave me hopes in the places I hid

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 1.9k
• Pretend •
ThePoet Nov 2015
A sadness I had

created for myself

that only killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Nov 2015 · 3.3k
• Rose •
ThePoet Nov 2015
You are the shimmering rose
As I am the thorns of dismay
And not a hand can come close
Without me prickling it away

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 2.5k
• Reverse •
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only I had erased my thoughts 
before I could think,

and suffocated myself 
before I could sink.

If only I had undone my knots 
before I was twisted,

and ended my existence 
before I existed.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 2.2k
• Trade •
ThePoet Oct 2015
I would dry your eyes if it
meant drowning in your tears

I would **** your demons if it
meant falling with your fears

I would fight your struggles if it
meant suffering your strife

I would trade your death if it
meant giving you my life

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 3.6k
• Innocence •
ThePoet Oct 2015
The innocence in my
nature robbed me 
of all that I ever had.

My pure intentions 
always left me alone 
and misunderstood.

I used to be a good 
person afraid of all
that was deemed bad.

But now I'm a bad
person afraid of all
that was deemed good. 

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
• The Translation •
ThePoet Oct 2015
The soul is the body of the heart,

The heart conceives the feeling,

The feeling births the mind,

The mind impregnates the thought,

And while the thought is in labour,

It breeds a child named,


**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
The process we go through inside before speaking, I wrote this over a year ago.
Oct 2015 · 1.3k
• In Between •
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only there could have been
Some place of an in between
That could take me for awhile
To a world that I've never seen

It's not that I want to come
It's just I don't want to go
It's not that I want a high
It's just I don't want a low

I don't want myself without
But I don't want myself within
I don't want to commit the good
But I don't want to commit a sin 

It's not that I want to win
It's just I don't want to lose
It's not that I want a mystery
It's just I don't want the clues

I don't want to say hello 
But I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want myself to live
But I don't want myself to die

If only there could have been
Some place of an in between
That could take me for awhile
To a world that I've never seen

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 1.5k
• You & Me •
ThePoet Oct 2015
Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.

Let me take your heart 
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 991
• Stained •
ThePoet Oct 2015
Trust is heavy
in weight and it
is too great a mass,
it is the foundation
of love and yet
as fragile as glass.
For trust is easy
at loss but so hard
to be regained,
because once it is
broken it will
forever be stained.

**© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
Oct 2015 · 1.6k
• Immune •
ThePoet Oct 2015
I attempt to grip 
what damage leaks,
and tempt myself
to die for weeks.

And drink what 
my demise will pour,
then sink in pain
and wait for more.

I embrace the terror 
inside my cries,
and face my hurt
with gentle eyes.

And to some it's
found to be insane,
to become immune
to all my pain.

© Sarah Ahmed (ThePoet)
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