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Take me back to yesteryear. When wind tangled wild flowers in my curls. When I was young. When I was untouchable. 🎵Free-Broods🎵
How does this one make you feel?
Blissful? Youthful? You tell me 🙃
Hiding something is a hard task. Make sure you are expert at that. 😂😂😂 Hello pretty souls! I was having a looonnnggg day that I was not able to write the poetry I promised in my previous post. My bad af. 😠pardon me that.
Anyway, I wrote this simple reflection instead (as you see in the post). I hope you love it. Gimme your feedback whats your view on this simple reflection in the comment below.
So tomorrow or in my next post, inshallah, I'll writing the poetry about Amir, I mentioned in my earlier post. If you haven't read it, you can check back at my gallery right next to this post.
Ok, have a good day pretty people. Keep slaying! 😍😍😍
Teach her to be independent
To be self-sustaining
Creative enough to earn her own income
Teach her to be versatile
And alert to grab opportunities when she sees any
Tell her that the bag and shoes must not always fit in color
And too much contour makes it look like the sun hugged her face
Tell her that she doesn't need everything to be happy
So all her properties and box of ornaments don't count actually
Tell her those old clothes could fit the poor and needy
Those shoes could save a feet from a piercing nail
So why let them lay idle when they could be useful
Tell her to always be positive
For everything positive ends well
Teach her these things
Cigarettes & Regrets:
I light this cigarette,
It burns slightly,
Just like the flame
You used to hold for me.
Just like the sadness
That we would wash away
With empty beer cans and cold hands
No wonder the relationship decayed.
I let it burn in my palm for a moment
And then I take a drag
Hoping it'll soften the blow
Of the confrontation we have had.
Just like the sadness
The darkness, the weakness
The tender fragility.
I suck it in
I blow it out
Letting the nicotine escape
In small little puffs of self-loathing and hate.
Love had consumed me--
An all-burning fire--
That coursed through my veins
With molten desire.
I finally let the butt fall
From my palm
And stand up to squish it
Just like your qualms.
Freeing me of my hatred,
Freeing me of my regrets
Freeing me of you
In just one cigarette
I see death like driving through a tunnel.
You hold your breath for good luck,
But the trick is,
You’ll never exhale again.
You’ll never come out the other side,
In a tunnel of black with neon orange lights
Illuminating the vehicle.
And your vehicle is your manner of dying--
Whether suicide, or cancer,
Everyone has a different way of getting
To the same destination.
The teenagers scream and shout,
Forever stuck in their youth.
And the elderly men and women
Hold hands in their backseats.
Everyone has their own driver,
Their own demons that they can suddenly reconcile with
Because life doesn’t matter anymore.
All that matters is the tunnel you’re in,
And the light at the end of it.
Remember how I said you’ll never reach the other side?
Maybe you will.
Maybe if you forgive your past,
And move on from your demons,
An exit sign will suddenly appear,
And your driver will veer left
Or right into heaven.
Maybe purgatory is this tunnel,
Where you face who you are and what you did
Maybe that’s death--
Reconciling with everything you think you are
And who you really are.
Finding the combination of where you got in life,
And where you wanted to go.
It’s okay that you didn’t do everything you wanted to.
It’s okay that life veered off course just like
Your demon driver.
Maybe that’s death.
But I don’t know for sure,
I haven’t gotten there yet.
So, this is a series I'm writing called "Dizzy." Dizzy is an important part of my life, and I wish to convey it through my pieces. Understand that the first few are rusty as I haven't done this in quite some time. Please don't be afraid to comment! 💙 #poetrycommunity#poetsofinstagram#dizzy#mylove
I woke up from a dream
Where I got chased by someone with a rifle
Because of something i did
I keep running and running,
And I saved myself
Where the reality is
I don't want to look at your face
Because of something I feel
And because of that
You can always shoot me
With a loud, devastating shot
into my heart
I can't save myself
From your rifle
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