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34/M/NYC
Someone who needs an outlet.
24/Fayetteville, Arkansas
either in love, or heartbroken; there was never a grey area for me.
Michigan
I miss you Alex 11/15/13. Rock in peace babes. What of me is enough for you?
Poems
Feggyr Citack Jun 2018
Small eats
Feggyr Citack
Jun 2018
-on cracking and crushing
It's hard
to conduct oneself
when candy's on the shelf
It's there for the taking
my decency is breaking
I feel I slip away
Where's that hopeless helping hand
of my helpless hapless father
Now I need it, not in my shirt
and for once not under my skirt
Who on earth can help me stand
against this hapless hopeless bar
It ***** me empty
me - imploding star
It's hard
to conduct oneself
when candy's on the shelf
It's there for the taking
my decency is breaking
I feel I slip away
Where's that hopeless helping hand
of my helpless hapless father
Now I need it, not in my shirt
and for once not under my skirt
Who on earth can help me stand
against this hapless hopeless bar
It ***** me empty
me - imploding star
#metoo is probably just the top of the iceberg.
JAC Aug 2017
An Inherent Fear of Flight
JAC
Aug 2017
All those tiny houses,
crammed together, packed
as if they were afraid of flying.
Someday we'll live in one of those houses,
I told myself, as I watched them fly by
outside the train's window.
There was a simple romance,
an unremarkable sweetness
about believing that.
I was alone on the train -
it came from the side of the tracks
where people don't have office jobs in the city,
and I came from the side of the morning that no one likes.
I liked being alone on this train.
It meant I had time to be romantic
without having to be hopeless.
The sun was too tired to rise just yet,
sending instead a half-hearted glow
over the little sardine shelters
that scrambled past my sleepy window.
For now, I left my fear of flight unhoused,
taking trains between here and where
then and how, now and there.
Finding bits of work in between,
celebrating victories
far smaller than those little houses.
I was much too afraid to take a plane.
crammed together, packed
as if they were afraid of flying.
Someday we'll live in one of those houses,
I told myself, as I watched them fly by
outside the train's window.
There was a simple romance,
an unremarkable sweetness
about believing that.
I was alone on the train -
it came from the side of the tracks
where people don't have office jobs in the city,
and I came from the side of the morning that no one likes.
I liked being alone on this train.
It meant I had time to be romantic
without having to be hopeless.
The sun was too tired to rise just yet,
sending instead a half-hearted glow
over the little sardine shelters
that scrambled past my sleepy window.
For now, I left my fear of flight unhoused,
taking trains between here and where
then and how, now and there.
Finding bits of work in between,
celebrating victories
far smaller than those little houses.
I was much too afraid to take a plane.
Khadijat Bello Jun 2024
An ode into the future...
Khadijat Bello
Jun 2024
Dear future husband,
It's with a great sense of urgency I write into the future.
Loving me won't be easy
Hailing from a broken home has taught me how love can be a double edge sword.
Therefore, I argue and talk back
I over think and analyse scenarios beyond imagination
I make up arguments before it even happens
I am an overthinker by default
Don't let this scare you.
Dear future husband,
I'd want you to know I am a hopeless romantic with a wall as high as wall of China
But those can easily fall as that of jericho
With you, I'd want a love as white as snow on Christmas
I'd want a never ending friendship as the waters of Niagara falls.
I promise to never stop fighting my inner demons and insecurities
As long as you assure me how we are partners in this ship of ours
Dear future husband,
It's with utmost sincerity that I write to you on this day, because I know I'm finally ready.
I have always hidden in my coven
I await your presence,
And would be welcoming you with open arms when we get to meet
So future habiby, what's the wait for?
I'm sure your ribs must ache enough from a missing piece.
Bellah…
It's with a great sense of urgency I write into the future.
Loving me won't be easy
Hailing from a broken home has taught me how love can be a double edge sword.
Therefore, I argue and talk back
I over think and analyse scenarios beyond imagination
I make up arguments before it even happens
I am an overthinker by default
Don't let this scare you.
Dear future husband,
I'd want you to know I am a hopeless romantic with a wall as high as wall of China
But those can easily fall as that of jericho
With you, I'd want a love as white as snow on Christmas
I'd want a never ending friendship as the waters of Niagara falls.
I promise to never stop fighting my inner demons and insecurities
As long as you assure me how we are partners in this ship of ours
Dear future husband,
It's with utmost sincerity that I write to you on this day, because I know I'm finally ready.
I have always hidden in my coven
I await your presence,
And would be welcoming you with open arms when we get to meet
So future habiby, what's the wait for?
I'm sure your ribs must ache enough from a missing piece.
Bellah…
An open letter to my future husband.