Poetry

Heaven

Sometimes I think about heaven...I picture streams of pure water flowing,Birds chirping, bees buzzing, sun glowing... Sometimes I think about heaven...Butterflies liberated from their cocoons,Waterfalls dangling down the Rocky cliffs,The bronze sun shining and yet the moon is taking a peek in broad daylight...A washed away white, like tear stains from our past lives... Sometimes… Continue reading Heaven

Poetry

Humans with no humanity…

Smile...Tell that to the young Somalian with no food to eat, no water to drink , only bones left as the world looks at them as worthless toothpicks, to the soldier who risks his life for less than a penny, fights for peace, yes, that is ironic. Smile...Tell that to the hooker at your street… Continue reading Humans with no humanity…

Poetry

Departure

No one prepares us for that; the absence No rules, no guidelines; the void Deflection, his best tool Optimism, his driving force No one prepares you for that; the pain No books, no memiore; the heartache Strength, the brave face he bares Tears, the foreign figure slowly creeping up, descending on his cheeks No one… Continue reading Departure

Poetry

Hallucination

Feeling like this bliss was an illusion, the world he created for me came crushing down. Thinking everything is okay in his mind, if only he could see the ceiling caving in in hers. We tell each other lies because the truth is too painful to bare. Pretend we okay when we say our goodbyes,… Continue reading Hallucination

Poetry

Melancholic flight

Looking at the world without the glass of pretence that she's been wearing all her life.  Stepping into the being she had been suppressing, turning a blind eye to judgemental and prejudice knives stabbing her in her most valuable organs.  Little bird at last finding her wings, stretching them out; seeing its colors glitter in the… Continue reading Melancholic flight

Poetry

Thoughts…

I just want to leave this dreadful hole, feeling trapped about to blow.  My world is caving is, the walls so heavy pressing against my chest, gasping for air, tears escape my eyes.  Weakness they call it, sadness I call it, strength he calls it. The weak being that I am, breaking down all over… Continue reading Thoughts…

Poetry

Inner scars

"Will it ever get better?"  The question she thought she had found the answer to. Her dark world was clearling up, the sun was finally piercing through her stormy sky. A random day when joyed filled her heart, the wind came back to knock her down.  Alone she stood, trying to keep her feet steady,… Continue reading Inner scars

Poetry

Deep inside

No words to express the pain she feels inside, her faith hanging by a thin thread of silk as she tries so hard to not let it break.  Crippled by this world she tucks herself in her bed, head under her bright duvet hiding from the sunlight piercing through her dark grey curtains. What's wrong… Continue reading Deep inside