Yasmin Arnavout

Yasmin Arnavout Mar 2016

I've lost for my passions,
the hunger once felt,
I'm no longer hungry
for i'm overeating
at an attempt to fill the parts
of my soul that i've had to ration,
for i'm tired.

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

The Empty Socket.

Tell me;
Why do you give her the worth of your eye?
Shall she not admire it, but abuse it!
Maybe it is that which appeals to you-
Does it fulfil your emptiness to be used?
'It is better than none',
But what a false entity, that is.

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

Wind.

The wind is blowing in my eyes,
Are they her tears,
Or are they mine?

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

Words

My home is the earth,
It should be the sky,
I've dug myself down,
Instead of up high.
Becoming what shouldn't,
My soul is a mess,
I'm writing more poems,
Not getting dressed.
Hiding away in the place I call home,
It's not within bricks,
It's when I'm alone.
But what do I do,
When I want to talk?
I listen to music,
Or go for a walk.
But all of these things,
They're all distractions,
I want to feel whole,
Not just as a fraction.
I want to get high,
And paint all the pictures,
Write all the words,
Not simply read fiction.
I want to live.

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

Overgrowth.

Darlings-
I am a flower overgrowing,
Beautiful for a while, my petals
delicate and a treat to the eye,
but my body is blowing
towards the sky,
and my roots overflowing,
with water and feed that
is too much for me.
Say goodbye my loves,
my skin is leaves, as though it is winter
and I am dying.

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

The Big Bang.

What have our lives become?
Where we focus time on learning
things that seem to only cause
what started our lives in the first place-
A bang, collision, whatever you want to call it
A burning sensation we all wish to discover, by means
of conflict between each other.
Why are we not all one?

Yasmin Arnavout Feb 2016

Loves.

And as I lay here,
I think of only you-
But what a dilemma
When the only thing that touches 'here', is
Not just one, but two.