She hugged her growing belly tight with her palms, _I can’t wait to meet you._ She smiled, as her baby responded with the sweetest little kick, as if to say “Me too.”
Her mind drifted to her own mother and all the fading memories she has of her. The only ones that haven’t faded are the ones of her mother fighting for her. The unconditional support she always kissed into her pores. She sat at her writing desk, thought of all the wishes and dreams she has for her little girl, and began: Continue reading
Slipping and slithering
Smiling in gratitude to
her addiction to
she succeeded. Continue reading
her cold knuckles
punching the world.
the cause of
her now broken voice box.
minute resting restless body. Continue reading
away. Continue reading
over everything else
is to be able to
push myself to
get over her. To Continue reading
It’s as if
I’m living in an alternate realm where
only I exist
and my comprehension of people
is the only truth behind their existence.
I’m bred from the love I have for myself
and the love I have for the ones around me. Continue reading
the broken friendships,
the heartache. Continue reading
They always ask:
what your drive is:
What your aim is:
What your lifelong goal is.
They ask Continue reading
side by side-
top to tip
to free our
pale skin to the sun. Continue reading
She was faced with a choice;
Off the top of her lungs
Off the edge of a cliff
Off for the whole world to hear
That this isn’t it
That this is not what she wants
This is not how she sees her life going
This isn’t right
A choice to yell Continue reading
There is a piece of me-
that loves destruction.
It’s the same part
that digs my nails into my skin and enjoys the pain it inflicts.
It’s the same piece that only feels alive
when I can unleash the anguish in my head
physically onto my skin. Continue reading
Living in a facade of strength,
but in reality, engulfed in nothing but humanlike perceptions
full of limitations and convulsions,
Unsure of what, but walking on an
which seemed to be leading me somewhere.
I hoped that i’d end up shaking hands with
a sure outcome.
a sure ideal.
Or, hopefully, a sure doctor? Continue reading
Letter to my sixteen year old self:
Don’t let the world drag you down. Don’t let anybody tell you what you are and what you aren’t. Your mother spent years calling you beautiful, don’t let society tell you otherwise. No, she isn’t crazy. (And no, a donkey is not a gazelle in his mother’s eyes.) Moms aren’t blind, they just see the beauty in you that you haven’t learned to see yet. She’s building you up in a society that is dragging you down. You owe that woman your strength as a woman later on in life. Continue reading
You wake up.
You wake up and
seek this feeling;
this… thing. Continue reading
She opened her eyes to once again reunite with a world that she feels alien in. She opened her eyes with a suffocating passion towards something she can not control. She opens her eyes to find all the doors she saw in her dreams closed shut.
Forcing her already wrinkled thirty year old face into a smile. This is how I’m going to look all day. She repeated to herself, forcing an even wider smile. She almost climbed out of bed without giving him a kiss. Continue reading
“I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you know?”
“Yes, go on…”
“Laa’- oh my god- I don’t know how to express this. I just woke up feeling like today something is going to change. I didn’t know what, though. It was one of those shuffle shuffle tap tap days, everything was normal, but I wasn’t. My brain wasn’t normal. One of the switches in my head was just turning fluorescent and pounding. You know? So when he yelled “Jassim, your orders are all wrong. What’s going on with you today, is everything okay with you?” That fluorescent switch erupted like Shiveluch on steroids. And I was just like yup – I’m done – that’s it. I’m fed up of all these broken promises to myself to leave this place. I’m fed up of all the maybe’s and the tomorrow’s. I want to feel free. Continue reading
I look up at the fluorescent lights; at the perfectly lined up squares covering the ceiling. My eyes flirt with the smoke detector, as my mind wanders to a world where I have the health to light up a cigarette, and set it off. Ironic, isn’t it? That when you can, you justify it. But when it might possibly be the reason you’re in this mess to begin with; you don’t loathe it- but you loathe yourself for letting it slaughter you.
A smirk creeps onto my face abruptly. Oh, the amount of people I may never have known if it wasn’t for it. And as soon as my smirk settled; it fluttered off by her voice. Continue reading
Boxed in an alternate reality
clouded by truth and insecurities
in love with a notion of freedom
that I will never be accustomed to having
shackled to a world of the dominating
fighting and screaming to leave
to shatter it all; Continue reading