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Honey Smith Nov 2018
Am I doing this for recognition
Or did I want to remain anonymous? Thats the question that I keep on asking.
The answer..... Well.....
Like any human being given a choice between two difficult choices,
I simply want both. That is why I'm here.
I want to remain a stranger among other strangers.
Who won't give another thought as to who this Ummehani is,
Why i write something, who am I addressing.
Strangers who read and judge whats infront of them.
Either like, ignore or dislike what I've written
And then... Forget about it. Move on. Both them and myself.
Because when strangers judge,
I can give myself a reason that they don't even know me. What would they know?
Family, would read between the lines,
Try to reason,ponder and understand.
Ummehani are you sad? Is that why you've written this?
Did I do something? Am i the reason?
And then you start questioning yourself.
Am I really sad? Is that why I write?
Questions... That... Well... I don't have an answer to.
Because no, I'm not.... I'm not sad... I just wrote this... I felt it and I wrote....
There really isn't a reason behind it.... But then again why did I write this. Why does it have this lonely tune behind it?
That's why I'm here.
Strangers wont ask if I'm sad or happy...
They'll just read and move on.
I'll get both recognition and anonymity.
Honey Smith Sep 2018
"The winds so great,
The rains so wet,
The sun has set,
Its dark and late.

I see her smile
From a mile
She has such style
She flows like Nile

She laughs so bright
Skin so white
In this dark night
She glows, a light

Smile so wide
Words like tide
She moves and slides
In a graceful glide

Oh! She is beauty
So very pretty
In awe is the city.
But one thing is a pity

I talk of one
I know she's known
Although she is gone
And left me alone

I write these words
And give the birds
To lift upwards
The heavens towards,

To my one and only love."


" He wrote all day
Of my beauty and sway
But never did say
Never once, no, nay

The He loved me so
Watched me come and go
To and fro
Everyday and more

He longed to stand
To ask for my hand
For a wedding so grand
By the seas and sand

Me in a flowing gown
Him tan and brown
Holding hands, no frown
Far from every town

I felt what he did
Knew what he hid
But i was a fool indeed
Believing I was forbid

To talk to him
To console him
To go tell him
I loved none but him

I hated his fear
Waited to hear
Three words so meer
Each year after year

He too thought me out of his reach
For my beauty was so rich
I would've lived in a ditch
Cleaned, cooked and stitched

Had he asked me once
I would've laughed and danced
With joy i would've bounced
Alas we had no chance.

For He couldn't voice
The words of his choice
So with letters we rejoice,
Our feelings we voice.

Even though it's too late
I'm inside heavens gate
Everyday I wait
In this incomplete state,

For my one and only love."
Honey Smith Aug 2018
This is a call of distress
A distress call but also a warning because they have locked me up in a castle.
Only i dont have a window to cry out from.
To look lonely and sad from
To see my prince charming from.
(If after this he wants to come at all....)
They've locked me up in a dungeon.
Chained me to the walls
Blocked with concrete every crack and hole.
And in utter darkness I sit. Rage I spit.
I cried away all the hope and pity long ago
Now what is left is pure anger and the hugest ego.
Understand! I had to toughen up my skin
Because the darkness took away my light within
My fingers, tired of the constant wounds are ****** and raw.
Clawing away at these chains they've become claws.
My eyes in protest to the dark have become an angry red.
My heart!It has turned to the coldest lead
All those who visited to give me food and "nourishment" have blown away like ashes
Now I am surrounded with mountains and mountains of soot.
And don't you dare pity me. I treasure this. Its my personal loot.
Who needs men who look at you with fear in their eyes?!
Cowards all of them! Good riddance and goodbye!!
I am calling out to someone who will step into the darkness and claim it.
Look into this fire and tame it.
This is a call of distress but also a warning.
I am not joking.
Come only if you are confident you will leave alive...
Oh and in case you can't find me. Il be the one breathing fire.

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