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 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Nothing
The poems that mean
the most to one mean nothing
nothing to others

The words we hold close
we repeat in favour of
of good memories

Ones silver strand of
black, are to others mostly
bland, silver to bland
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Jupiter
your words ring in my ear,
the sound of your voice lingering,
waiting to cut me open at my most vulnerable.

your words are like silk,
soft and smooth,
but a bold statement.

they surround me,
wrapping and weaving themselves into my skin,
and suffocating me.

I can still hear your voice,
the accent and the commanding tones,
even though you were the gentlest guy I knew.

my ears bleed,
the ringing of your voice,
its driving me mad.

i wish i could control myself.
i wish i didn't get attached.
i wish i had never met you.
:/
It’s almost nine weeks since I came home
Unending days bleeding seamlessly together
A sadness of leaving you as lockdown ends
Quarantine paradise as together time flies

It’s almost nineteen years since I went away
Unending flight memories bleeding together
A sadness of absence as the lockdown ends
Quarantine paradise in absence slow time
Written after nine weeks of lockdown in Dublin
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Chandy
Hard times
Put your life in perspective
Check out the specs
Never earned your respect
What else did I expect?

The destruction that you can't predict
Times that make us sick
No time
For cleaning up the "ick"
One quick clean
Every day of the week
Protect the meek
Sickness attacks them
Happens forevermore

Maybe there's something
In disguise
Blessings don't come cheap
Devilry is inexpensive
Easier to stab another
Then to comfort a brother

Good things
Seem bad at first
What if all good things
Come with their own curse?
let sleep embellish your dreams
and replenish your strength

let it bring back joy
even if it lays only a sliver
of it over your pillow

from this night on
let deep slumber's gift
add up until your heart is filled
with the warmth of infinite possibilities
When happy endings aren't in surplus
Because some people will lose I suppose
I'll start to question my purpose
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Julie
Poetry
 May 2020 Faizel Farzee
Julie
Poems are
Gift of raw
Talk to walk
Of past before

Life writes
Secrets down
Open door
Ink of hands

Hidden lines
Stuttered grinds
Question mark
Story rhymes

Favourite IF
Opened gift
Chorus Line
My poetry mind
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