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[sweetmuslimah]

How could your lips ounce those words
You know it hurts at every turn
I look into your face
Once again
And see the words ‘FAKE’ imprinted on your forehead
My conscious said
Man I swear I got you
It was all untrue
That moment those words slipped
And made me fall head first
Catch my breath
Stare in shock
Seems it was all a mockery
To this meaning of friendship
Some sense of phony kinship

[b3l13v3r]

asalamalikum wr wb

clipped wings she stays fighting against the wind
adjusted to no flight, not aware when they rescind
spirited between the fierce storms which knock away at her
blown to and fro against the trees and posts, transported in a hearse
finds herself a sanctuary to hide from the blizzard
regaining spirits in her charmeleon environment
till returning dwellers eager to maintain their spot
tossed out in the wilderness again she returns lost
which knocks her this way and that, adding to frozen emotion
one day she jumps away from a nest and doesnt land knees gone
momentarily in the clouds with her taloned feet
till its another era and she wakes up indifferent and wasteful
only remembering the past when she mourns over her naval
the wind dont howl nomore, only whistles softly like a silent apology
she doesnt allow herself to go close but sometimes she can hear the words bellowing out below
screeching like tidal waves clamouring over empty malls
words so loud they make the resonance murky the moon at nightfall
words which dont go away but resonate in ever morr detail
symphony ingrained like seasalt bringing life to its knees

[b3l13v3r]

bmA

it needs lifting, quick get those moments in
lift it to the air, the hairs on your neckline still sleeping
remember when you couldnt even flinch it when u wer yunger
looking at is eryday like something down the future
stuck in stone, it was better when it was grey with sins
now everdays a race to see whos closes to blink
time missed a hand to move faster, now everythings covered in darkness
the memories and lost time , present, look under the cushion
it's all like it was before, the same settings, the same thinktank
no chance to go back, that door got wiped away like a time warp
collisions with space created, phanton momentum,
cant see shit but whistles like steam engine smoke
posession key but its all one big fking pyre
lights out , throw the batteries on the bonfire

[b3l13v3r]

bmA

i spoke to her one night, she was unconsolable
she didnt speak much, the silence said it all
we got on to the usual about dreams and ambitions
she told me she wanted big diamonds, always gleaming
around her neck, or around her finger
she said it would be like falling from a tree for her
but landing on a pile of leaves which were piled together
we sat near a stream one day, watching the water fall
her eyes pearly, fixated on the falling water
she told she me loved the rocks and how they filtered the bullshit
kept the water free from the dirt it picked up
she said she wanted something similar
i told her i could be like a cloud for her
and absorb the heat with frozen droplets
her eyes glistened under the stars as our eyes met
i looked away for a moment
knowing it would only last as long till the storm came

[b3l13v3r]

bA

nt sure what earthed buried resonance may resurrect
what infinite pursuits may be detected from long ago
sitting back and let the musings stand, wither with the barrage
fallen deep beneath the pavement, underground carriage
knees caught up in water, eyes not seeing to believing
whining under breath,frozen, requiems capitulating by the dozen
feeling your surroundings,no echo, hollow core
knowing, sensing, you been here before
kick against the metal pointy pipe under which feet's stuck
slammed fist against barbed wire
too much caffeine in system to duck
handing back change to the tagged unragged
spillage from the cup,soaked, as they scurry away
in the distance,invaded silence
voices, faint, enough for an audience
catching the bubbles leaving their head
hurds, no walkie talkie needed to communicate
letting water rise over your ears and nose.uttering some last words
throwing away the orange jacket, the parting nears
sense of something less emotional, more sincere
arms to aside against the current which sweeps away the pipe
weight lifted but no euphoria taking over
contentness debt already seeped into the cortex,
from what seems like years flown by
finger raised to the sky ,
head sunken deep, intrenched ,
shoulders shrugg, brain unplugged

[b3l13v3r]

breathe
within the hypoxic chamber
breathe 8 foot deep in a well conjuring a burp
breathe on them cotton fields armed with plantation
as they stand with pitch forks to savour their dellicate delegation
breathe when the tractor cant move anything coz the grass aint been mown
strange in everything including name,this.. is your life's bain
with the mountain peak attracting more and more stragglers
the name is generic, it can never be hers
the pits, the chambers entertain the grandeur's, whip
whistle away, away from the horn tooting and the water boling,
the tune emanating from your lips, tantalazing as make a wish
the mice gnawing away at your rope will not cultivate your freedom
searching for feets, for barrels flowed with wine, ends justifying their hunt
breathe, claustrophobic, arachnophobic. blinded at sea
remember, remember, the harshest of sounds is the braying of the donkey