Trauma, Mental Health & More!
Faulkner first said this about writing, then Ginsberg, then Stephen King. It’s one of my mantras, but why? Let’s forget about writing. Kill your darlings but kill your enemies too. Not literally, but the ones we carry in our hearts. Forgive them by yourself, and cut your own heart into a million pieces. I feel... Continue Reading →
Our lives were one from the start And will stay one with all mother’s lives Whatever we do, its too late Too late, she says I see you in every woman And behind every man Where am I? Am I in your belly? Under your foot? On your back? All I know is I’m there... Continue Reading →
Have you ever walked into a room confused, stepped back into where you came from, then turned around and came back into the room and spot what you came for, which you had missed and forgotten about the first time you had walked into the room? Escher Have you ever looked out into the ocean... Continue Reading →
Who do you spend the most time on? What do you worry about the most? Where do you wish you’d rather be? Have you poked your thoughts enough to make sure they are your own? Have you already noticed how you eat way too fast, not chewing your food, not choosing your words, always missing... Continue Reading →
Is it a sin to slap the hand who feeds you the most? Is it a sin to resent those living in a smaller house? Is it a sin to resent those who stop climbing when the ladder does? Is it a sin to refuse to give out kindness like stale candy from the back... Continue Reading →
I release you, my beautiful and terrible fear. I release you. You were my belovedand hated twin, but now, I don’t know you as myself.I release you with all thepain I would know at the death of my children. You are not my blood anymore. I give you back to the soldierswho burned down my... Continue Reading →
I might be in the right train But sat in its opposite direction I get a tummy ache Overstep this boundary And you’ve missed your stop How dare you cross where i exhale When i’m drawing circles around you What if every breath is a failed attempt For an end not yet earned Where does... Continue Reading →
I might be in the right train But sat in its opposite direction I get a tummy ache Overstep this boundary And you’ve missed your stop How dare you cross where i exhale When i’m drawing circles around you What if every breath is a failed attempt For an end not yet earned Where does... Continue Reading →
not a bad place to lie down It is strange to see my city in uproar Suits replaced by woolen scarfs conscience marked on my very street Next to banks towers and hands Hills and mountains rise up now Shining my way back to my flat Burning through eyelids somehow Grabbing my bag and raising... Continue Reading →
On good days, I follow the caravan of love I praise the lord and inshallah fold my hands On bad days, the revolt is waiting for me To curse your fickle temples to hell What is love but being compelled to give myself To those who want me the least Who deserve me the least... Continue Reading →
Reparent Your Soul 