Posts Tagged ‘cry’
Newborn Baby Tears for My Old Self
Posted by: Farah on: October 2, 2009
sometimes i still cry for the old me
and i feel guilty cuz
the new me is
happy.
but i miss the old me’s extremes–
blind faith and concrete
black and white ideals
until evil jet black pushed into petrified pink
surprisingly, painfully.
suffering isn’t ideal.
neither are tears and grief
for a version of myself
mummified by cries that came so often
that when tears ran out,
a [...]
Retrospect for God
Posted by: Farah on: March 6, 2009
i think in life,
some people are just meant to go through things.
and for whatever reason,
one of those people is me.
even though he allows me to get beat,
i know he loves me.
even though my heart breaks,
only to be put together again
so it can fall apart in new ways,
i know he will always be there
with a roll [...]
I May Get Lonely Sometimes
Posted by: Farah on: February 14, 2009
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
i may get lonely sometimes,
question the love of those around me,
long for the feeling of arms around me–
circling, grasping, speaking in the form of squeezing
and making me feel safe in this dangerous world.
but i’m not alone.
i have known alone,
moved into a room in her home,
making my bed every morning
until i was evicted by joy,
pulled out [...]
Why Cry?
Posted by: Farah on: January 3, 2009
when i
consider the amount of potential
that lives in my insides
and then wake up and see
what is really outside,
tears well up in my eyes
and i cry.
when i
think about all of the uncured disease
and all the money that’s made in pharmacies
and the people who live off of painkillers
instead of cures,
tears well up in my eyes
and i cry.
when [...]
New Year’s Resolutions
Posted by: Farah on: January 2, 2009
- In: poetry
- 9 Comments
i resolve
to be a woman.
i will not swoon from being called “beautiful.”
all i need to do is look in the mirror and it shows.
tell me something i don’t know.
i resolve to be a woman,
to let my “yes” be yes
and my “no” be no
and my “no” be “hell no”
if the hearer doesn’t show
thst they hear me
because [...]
The Silence
Posted by: Farah on: December 6, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
i am really scared of being alone.
i think it’s the silence
that frightens me the most–
creaks in ceilings and walls that could mean
an intruder stalks the hall,
though more than likely,
it’s nothing at all.
i can’t foresee having nobody to say “good night” to
and maybe even embrace, kiss on the cheek before i sleep
and see their face when [...]
Lamentations
Posted by: Farah on: October 3, 2008
the escalator cried and moaned
like a mother who lost her son,
and the sound grew
on and on.
machines lack inspiration
and even knowing this, human beings become them:
ungreased, rusty-hinged, slaves to routine,
lacking color–
even the palest of us turn brownish-green.
i’m already dark-skinned
but pray every night that i won’t turn
into that extreme…
groaning every morning as the world steps on my [...]
Even Jesus Wept
Posted by: Farah on: September 13, 2008
people who don’t cry make me uncomfortable.
i view them as narcissists or at best, con artists
who try to lure other people into believing
that they possess superhuman strength,
powers that allow them to contain
unbearable amounts of pain
without ever exploding.
what fools they are.
they are not aware that the shedding of tears
is a gift.
even Jesus wept
before raising Lazarus from [...]
Place of Belonging
Posted by: Farah on: July 28, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
i do not belong here in this world.
there is no real place for me.
if there is one, it is probably in between
the cracks of a brick building
where no one could see
and i feel pressure coming
from all sides.
i have so much brewing on my insides
that i could open up a factory
and produce emotions unknown to most
on [...]
Tear Control
Posted by: Farah on: July 23, 2008
at most given moments,
i could burst into tears if it were acceptable
to do so in public.
but it’s not so
i push them down,
squeeze them in a corner and i hope
i can forget about them.
and then when i need
them at an appropriate moment,
they are nowhere to be found.
the tears have turned hard
and so has my heart
…no emotion.
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