Posts Tagged ‘death’
Old Me
Posted by: Farah on: May 14, 2009
- In: poetry
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i now sometimes wonder where
the old me went.
did she die a miserable death
to match her painful existence?
or does she live in my chest,
keeping my heart beating
through reminders of what she used to be?
or maybe she still lives in me,
a skinny, emaciated girl
underneath the skin of a woman
who smiles even when she’s sleeping now.
her tears [...]
Without Love
Posted by: Farah on: January 25, 2009
- In: poetry
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where would i be without love?
perhaps shivering naked in a closet,
never having experienced touch;
or sleeping on park benches hoping to get mugged
because violence is at least physical contact
and physical contact sometimes simulates
or at least emulates
love.
where would i be?
mouth devoid of four-letter words
and heart symbols to connect others to me,
interactions without laughter,
days without passion,
existence without meaning,
living [...]
The Nameless Woman
Posted by: Farah on: November 2, 2008
she told her friend that she liked him a lot
but she was scared because
he’s kinda rough and once told her that
he’d fight for anything,
including love.
after a few months,
the next scene cuts
to her banging on her friend’s door late at night
with blackened eyes and a bruised face
and she’s crying hard,
scared for her life
and begging her friend [...]
I Can’t Afford
Posted by: Farah on: October 14, 2008
- In: poetry
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at this point,
i can’t afford
to not live and just die.
i’ve invested too many late nights,
diversified the portfolio of my life
and made many deposits
in wells of joy and accomplishment.
i don’t care about the low economy and foreclosure.
i wish someone would tell me
that my life is not valuable enough to appreciate
if you knew how often i am [...]
Flower Power
Posted by: Farah on: October 8, 2008
i have to love life
because it slips away every day.
there’s no time to be angry at my existence
when each day i awake
a day closer to death.
i am a budding flower.
i was tight with my fulfillment at the beginning,
played everything too close to the chest
and cried over my thorns.
but as my petals unfold
and i become more [...]
Close Call
Posted by: Farah on: October 4, 2008
i live a life of close calls,
wondering if the line that connects me to this world
will one day get cut off.
i am a cat who falls far distances
but always lands on her feet.
each time my soles touch the ground,
something in my soul feels incomplete
and i can’t help but ask God,
“Why in the world did you [...]
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 [...]
The Destruction
Posted by: Farah on: September 2, 2008
it’s gonna kill me
but still i can’t see
not having it in my life.
every time
i break out in hives,
i ignore my body’s signs.
today i sneezed and felt
a torturing tightness
in my chest.
i wanted to call for help
but didn’t want to confess
my negligence.
my body
no longer feels like mine.
my skin
belongs to someone i don’t know
and even my breath doesn’t [...]
Tentative Tomorrow
Posted by: Farah on: August 30, 2008
if i knew that i were going to die
tomorrow,
would i be satisfied?
would my life
be a reflection of beauty
or one of regrets and unfinished tasks,
loose ends never to be tied
because i died?
how many people would cry,
contemplate, pause in confusion,
come to the conclusion
that this life is really just illusion?
we see what we want
and ignore that which we [...]
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