Ceaseless wanting

I always come back to you, giving up my lips to you In a smell so comforting and a taste so sweet Dusk settles as you and I meet, over the water because no one has to know what you mean to me My sin, my will, my desire Skin tight in a stream of light … More Ceaseless wanting

We used to be

I compromised the truth from eyes that don’t see Now, for as long as I breathe, I won’t be able to live How do I let go of you when my favorite songs begin and end with you? Your scent lingers with the music. Soft to touch, your skin laid delicately next to mine. Our … More We used to be

Reflections

I see a reflection of me in you. You sit across of me, holding on to your cup like it’s the only thing that can hold you up. We don’t speak because we don’t need to. Our blank stares talk to one another. The space between us is brimming with fear. The air is anxious. … More Reflections

This is love

After the chaos has passed, love still stands strong within me. Love is not standing by an empty street waiting for headlights you know you’ll never see but fragments of your heart linger around the possibility of seeing your reflection in his eyes. It is not walking back home alone afterward with your head low. … More This is love

1953-2016

Three hours later, his lifeline rests in peace. People covered in white and black lean on one another like pieces from a chess game mourning the loss of their king. Afra, the youngest, breaks down in front of his room. “Dad… Dad…” she calls out. No reply. Held by Faisal and Mohammed, my mother walks … More 1953-2016

Unsighted

You’re a picture I needed to draw my stories around back when my thoughts steered towards you. Disapproval laments you but memories confined in a strained mind hold me back. An image refuses to leave you behind: a gaze held, a jaw clenched. It killed me. You asked me to breathe but my breaths overpowered me. I drowned. You were … More Unsighted

Transient

I finally built up enough courage to open my eyes. They haven’t adjusted to the darkness yet but I can already tell freedom never looked more pathetic. Buried in bricks from the waist down, I’m standing tall amidst the chaos as if I’ve caused it all. With no recollection of time, it’s hard to tell … More Transient

Subdued

Under the rain, I am restrained, with nowhere to face except for all the things coming my way. Water once cold and warm, formed marshes in my deserted home. In a funny world, I was evergreen, until the rain moated my soul. And I, as Tiresias, have foresuffered all, under water touched by a trojan whore. Inextricably … More Subdued

Delusion

  I’m pacing the pavement near your home and every step is a sharp pain in my chest. A restless heart yearning to see you; it’s jumping through my bones. My body follows. 1, 2, 3 steps. 3 breaths. 600 heartbeats. In torment, the skin tightens around my bones. My eyes flicker with the wind and … More Delusion

Handfuls

  I was holding onto handfuls of expectation then summer came down like a waterfall and took you away.  I lost a war I didn’t know I was fighting. I guess happiness came at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. Now, I’m lost between memories ’cause I was in your arms just yesterday. I wish I never … More Handfuls

In With The Wind

  You come in with the wind in all your woe. No longer resting on your tongue, words are falling into feelings. It doesn’t take a sentence, it only takes a word. In a whisper, you are okay. Its grief’s loss to give you away. Reconciling with your heart once again, in words you don’t … More In With The Wind

Bodiless Faith

    A bodiless faith, woven into whispers. It appears before sun-spoken odes from down below, making home to the ill and old. His soundless words are laid in sin, in the space within, the gaps between eight holy ends. In peace, there’s no air to breathe in. In a turbulence of still, his bodiless … More Bodiless Faith

Broken Remedy

  With broken hearts, our lips meet. In mended hearts, they stray away. If this is how it is then I’ll succeed to take what I need while you’re here to stay. In a room of gold, your silhouette, stood out in words I can’t convey. It’s a game of roulette and I lost the … More Broken Remedy

Tongue Tied

  Meet me there, in the smell of sweet decay, between the light of what is and what could’ve been. Meet me. I’ll hold you until you fall into holding me but no one will suffer more than I will. No one can take in what I’ve made. Golden ink served on a silver plate; the … More Tongue Tied

At a Loss of Words

I walked the seas and swam the deserts searching for words. I have nothing left to say. Collapsing against my skin; waves turn into droughts that spill into my mind like water used to grow roses once dead. Droughts I cannot comprehend. Leaving my soul wishing for a love heavy on its shoulders: a love … More At a Loss of Words

A Liar’s Truth

No matter who says that what I say is true, I’m a liar who lives with his made-up truth. When men decided to fly I was crawling deep under. My desire to be confined throws me into a wonder. No one can hurt me as well as I hurt me and I don’t believe it … More A Liar’s Truth

She Awaited Love

  She awaited love in a room void of meaning, hoping she’d spot it along the glittering light but she found herself suffocating on the words she chose to live by. All she was: dust on the lace curtains that locked in her eyes. She awaited love in a room void of meaning, sitting nude … More She Awaited Love

Soon You’ll Regret

Soon you’ll forget her scent and the sounds she makes when she has a nightmare. You’ll forget how her hands perfectly fit in yours, how her eyes twinkle like little stars in the nighttime sky and the many details you once fell in love with: the lines on her back that outline her bones, the … More Soon You’ll Regret

Time Dweller

  Where have I been all this time? This mirror holds onto a life – a soul without an ache; eyes with peculiar tendencies in an age of fright. I’m a time dweller that never learned to speak. Behind me is a city dying but I’ve no care. I stand by the water for a … More Time Dweller

Sold My Own

  Sold my own, your soul for my throne — a wasted name, a memory without a frame. You should’ve known, I’m building up a storm, and its rain burns more than my growing flames. Close your eyes, you’re all alone and there’s a war within my walls. The cause is gone, this is the last … More Sold My Own