Posts Tagged ‘hurt’
Broken Camera
Posted by: Farah on: May 19, 2009
broken camera,
you upset me more than you deserved to,
had me thinking that maybe you represent
everyone else who
didn’t earn my tears
but still got them;
people i put faith in
whose batteries would eventually die
and whose lenses would get stuck in the past,
never to open again;
love i thought was everlasting,
laughter i assumed would never end,
close strangers i called “best [...]
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 [...]
Which One Am I?
Posted by: Farah on: December 10, 2008
- In: poetry
- 7 Comments
why do fools fall in love?
and since i refuse to do the above,
does that make me wise?
if so, at times i wish i would be brave enough
to be a fool again,
to take risks with the chance of falling on my face,
to have another opportunity to make beautiful mistakes
and memories that keep me awake
because sleep could [...]
Note of Confession
Posted by: Farah on: December 1, 2008
- In: poetry
- 2 Comments
i am by no means perfect.
if i wanted to be fair i would
write out a list of my flaws
and hand it to all who wish to get involved
in any shape or fashion
with me.
i want to guard my heart but
feel i should be straight up–
stop eager and expecting souls
from getting their hopes up,
shrink their enthusiasm
so it [...]
Their Fingers
Posted by: Farah on: November 23, 2008
their fingers range in colors
like shades of lipstick at a M.A.C. counter
and each tried to count her tears
but fell asleep with puddles of misery
seeping in her ears
and when they awoke with matted hair
stuck to the sides of their faces,
they realized that memory doesn’t erase itself
but only is kind and rewinds for new days of reliving
that [...]
I Used to Pray
Posted by: Farah on: November 21, 2008
i swear i used to pray daily
but then one evening before i went to sleep,
i stood up and saw that the skin on my knees
was crackly like sandpaper.
so i stopped stooping down so far to the ground
and prayed laying down
but i would be traveling to far away towns of REM sleep
before i would even complete [...]
I Am A Troubled Woman
Posted by: Farah on: November 20, 2008
i am a troubled woman.
tears flow from things that should make me smile
and i’m enamored with that which causes me pain.
i have a sadomasochistic brain
and my body feeds off of the punishment
inflicted by mistakes.
the heartache reminds me that i am alive
and though i double over at times because of it,
my mind can’t stop doing this.
i [...]
The Overdue Goodbye
Posted by: Farah on: November 14, 2008
- In: poetry
- 4 Comments
i often wonder if
when you sleep at night in a room by yourself,
you still feel as if
you’re locked down in a cell.
no longer 6 x 6 x 6
but really, what is your existence?
my heart feels trapped in jail with you
and i miss visiting hours often–
sometimes i get turned away because
my clothes are too tight or [...]
I’d Like to Propose a Toast
Posted by: Farah on: November 12, 2008
this goes out to
respectful gestures and silly conversation
and innocent flirtation
that tickles my smile and soul
without fingers.
words permeate the room reminding me of who
i am, the bare minimum
(or “essence” as i like to call it in artist-speak).
i feel like once again i am finding myself,
naked from being stripped
from falsehood of contrived personality
and feeling free from releasing
what [...]
Definitions
Posted by: Farah on: October 7, 2008
Family:
the people who can make you burn
with anger and compassion
simultaneously
like a baby who can’t decide whether to laugh
or cry.
Friends:
the people who are there
when you stand at the ledge about to jump;
sometimes they plead with you to come inside
but on other days,
leave you shivering outside.
despite hurt and clouded feelings that hold
raindrops of lack of [...]
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