Month: June 2016

Emptiness

Throw the sticks and stones
Break all of my bones
Crush my heart,
Let time never pass me by…
But none of that can compare
To the emptiness inside.
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“Once in a lifetime
Means there’s no second chance”
So take your soul into your hands
Dance, dance and dance
Because some tears will make you wither and die-
And still won’t compare to the emptiness inside.
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Hold your soul
Swallow your breath
Wipe your eyes
And break your bread…
Pray, pray and pray
Wait, wait and wait.
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They say I have no faith
I concur, I lack that strength of mind
And I’m sure there’s always going to be
That emptiness in time.

by nafisa_t13

Planned Assault and Battery

A few days ago, my brother was going through his old papers, and found this little gem:

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Okay. Okay.

LIKE WHAT??? Who actually PLANS to kick their little sister? I mean seeeriously? He’s always been the play-hitting type while growing up, but REALLY. He actually wrote down in his DIARY that he was GOING TO kick me one time.
Specifically. One time.
I am done. Goodbye, cruel world! Ah, childhood memories. It’s only charming and not agonising in retrospect.

PEACE!

by nafisa_t13

Moving to a new home…

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Well, it’s finally time. To let go, to let loose and look forward to a different tomorrow. I’m leaving the beautifully accessible 9th floor unobstructed view to go to a bigger apartment, yet constricted. It’s for my father’s comfort so, no(t many) complaints.

There are many amazing (and heartbreaking and painful) memories in this room for me. Many amazing moments, the clouds, the storm photographs, the howling winds… that one afternoon with jazz and drizzling rain. The silent screams of agony and the misery of that one book that tore my heart out.

But, like all memories, some are best left in the past, and some we carry in our hearts, so we can begin again for an unburdened future.

And that is what I leave with. As much as I would prefer to be stoic and claim that I am not sentimental and nothing deters me… at heart I’m a poet and I am human. Us poets have little else but sentiment to drive us. And humans are made to feel.

I hope there’s something better in tomorrow. I hope.

by nafisa_t13