We’re the last ones left, you and me—the ones who aren’t about drama. I thought I left the drama in high school, in college, in petty circles at my faith group in my neighborhood—my temple, my mosque and faith-based community. But no; drama is everywhere, you can’t avoid it. As long as there are people,…
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You didn’t know it would be so difficult; everything in your life has to be done by you, almost. You’re consumed by fear, anxiety, paranoia, depression. Music, poetry, and mindfulness meditation make it better, it gives you a new perspective. You couldn’t really understand why things happened the way they did. The dots do connect…
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Like a mouse running on a wheel, you don’t know why you’re not getting anywhere. You run harder and faster; it gets maniacal. Every so often you get depressed and fed up, so you take a break, a breather; you stop running and rest for a while. You guess that that’s the way it is,…
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I’m ok. I’m ok. Not knowing when and where the joy will come. Maybe it’s here already. Angels are singing already. It’s in my heart, it shines off the copper earrings and bracelet I wear. It’s all around me, and in me. I am air on certain days, fire in others; earthy and rainy in…
Read Morethoughts on a book, a biography
I really like this book I recently read–it’s a biography of a poet named Ingrid Jonker (the “J” is pronounced as a “y”), who was an Afrikaner poet. The biography is titled Ingrid Jonker: Poet Under Apartheid. This book is interesting and insightful because it provides glimpses into the political scheme in South Africa during…
Read More“untitled,” and “June 4, 2021.”
Untitled The only place I truly feel at peace is inside of a quiet mosque. Even if god doesn’t exist at all. The only place I feel legitimately at peace is inside of a quiet (and by that I really mean empty) mosque. Me, my book, and god. That’s it. The book doesn’t judge, abuse,…
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Problems Their hands were signaling for help to get them out of their situation. They often floated to the highest point of the room—the ceiling—and observed, from that vantage point. Things didn’t look so bad from up there, but they ultimately knew their pain was circumstantial, and not a physical object that one could remove,…
Read Morec: a couple of poems :3
hey c: these are two (prose) poems I recently finished. Actually I don’t know whether or not I should edit these further; idk if it’s the best it could be, now c: thx** for checking this out. Tragedy I wish I could be rain that pours on a city. Each drop would contribute to the…
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Hi :3 I’ve been writing this prose poem for like two weeks :3 this is just a rough draft :3 I actually don’t know if I like the tone of this poem…I don’t think it actually conveys much emotion or anything…it just sort of gives some thoughts, and information. But then again, not all poems have…
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the below are some works that I somehow got published. 😛 thank you** for checking ‘em out. Select Writing ⤵️ a poem published by The Pangolin Review literary magazine: https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/e869c8_ce11de2ca3f2481d810b427d2733de31.pdf-here is the link to the main site of The Pangolin Review: https://thepangolinreview.wixsite.com/mypoetrysite a poem published by Volition, the undergraduate literary magazine of George Mason University: https://www.instagram.com/p/4hGUq-APV2/ a poem published by Zaum,…
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