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  • jasirah 35w

    Funeral rites

    Vultures,
    Cannibals,
    Feeding off my body.
    Tearing off flesh.
    Don't I look alive,
    Breathing?
    Covered my mouth
    With their clumsy,
    Rusted hands.
    Oh darling, this is all so fine.
    People go through worse.
    You're a puppet,
    Don't you know?
    Couldn't you fight?
    Oh so fragile,
    Poor you.
    Golden skin,
    Too pale, too soft.
    How do you fight
    Who you can't see?
    Didn't I tell, my eyes were covered?
    Red, velvet, stagnated cloth.
    Shame.
    Cold, blue room,
    Too savage to be tamed.
    Is it over yet?
    Is it summer yet?
    Were I a good host?


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  • jasirah 35w

    Lilith

    Almost tangible,
    Visible and there.
    Moving, asserting
    Claiming its declare.
    Ablaze lay houses,
    Swelter, losing fear.
    Nomads scrabble,
    Looking for share.
    Smothering the harlot.
    Her forgotten bird cages,
    With dead doves, resisting,
    Left unattended,
    On some burning sill.
    Who cried that night,
    Are not sleeping, still.
    False truths, fantasies,
    And such witty will.
    Scratched skins,
    Graves left unfilled.
    Lost, invisible, unseen,
    Broken houses, petrified.
    Massacred natheless rescued.
    Through windows
    With burned muntins,
    Followed gazes.
    "She's a monster,
    Hence, banished."


    Jasirah

  • jasirah 45w

    I'm addicted to his lies.
    And all his fake cries.
    The way he fake tries,
    To love me.
    But does he?
    Do I?
    I pretend too,
    To be just like you.
    Oh mirror, I wish you knew,
    I'm not just any view.
    Or am I?
    Are you?
    Its kinda sweet and sour,
    A paper town tour.
    Colours, I couldn't see,
    Someone I couldn't be.
    Who am I?
    And who're you?
    Is this depression?
    Or a new obsession?
    I can't remember,
    How far did we go?
    Did we?
    Really?
    Why is love so cruel?
    All fake bejeweled?
    Such sweet tragedy,
    Just a fallacy.
    Or is it?
    Or are we?

    Jasirah

  • jasirah 139w

    1. So alike, both broken
    2. Together, seemed forever
    3. But forever is a myth!

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    Under same stars,
    Moon and eclipse.
    Sharing a thought,
    And falling apart.

    A shooting star,
    The crossed fingers,
    And closed eyes:
    Wishing this time it would stay.

    But the moon got masked,
    And darker grew dusk.
    The not unknown fear,
    So far away, yet so near



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  • jasirah 147w

    Birds don't learn to fly, while confined in cages!
    You ought to set 'em free!
    For the sky has been waiting their release
    And they're dying, trying to sit down.


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  • jasirah 147w

    Wanderer

    It took great courage,
    To know the places, I know.
    A journey through thoses busy streets,
    With faces that 've now become familiar or so.
    I'm wanderer, and a universe I've discovered,
    A universe this body has covered.
    Climbed all those mountain,
    With my bag filled with clutter.
    And I guess I've not seen it all,
    But I've been through the glitter and through the gutter.
    I'm wanderer, and a universe I've discovered,
    A universe this body has covered.
    A coward, they call me,
    'Cause they don't see, what I don't show.
    This journey has marked me with scars,
    And fights, they don't know.
    I'm wanderer, and a universe I've discovered,
    A universe this body has covered.
    There are things, still alien to me,
    Even when I've been here for like ages.
    And my heart has never settled,for just one thing
    It's a bird that knows no cages.
    I'm wanderer, and a universe I've discovered,
    A universe this body has covered.
    Now I've wandered for too long,
    But I don't yet feel tired.
    Just maybe in search of a something,
    A home! Where I could rest, once I retired
    But everytime I thought, I'd reached the end of this hunt.
    I found myself craving, a brand new roam
    Now, when this feeling has become accustomed,
    I wonder if a wander could really 've a home.


    Jasirah

  • jasirah 149w

    She's just like the moon,
    With a dark side, they don't know!
    She's just like a sapling,
    Still learning how to grow!
    She's just like a conflagration,
    A fire, uncontrolled!
    She's just like a floret,
    Blossoming right after the cold!
    For the darkness, she's the light.
    She's the brightest star, in the darkest night.
    She's a butterfly who knows how to fight.
    She's an eaglet, rehearsing it's first flight.
    And she's here, but dropped out of sight!


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  • jasirah 159w

    Trying to pretend stone hearted in front of this fake world, that's what you became, a stone. But girl, you were a gem!




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  • jasirah 159w

    Your smile had once opened roads to some magical Kingdom, and poor me, I could never find my way back...



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  • jasirah 163w

    Spectacular.

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    With spectacles on her nose,
    And eyes on her book.
    She liked to stay in her world
    And they called her a nerd.
    She was beautiful, no doubt,
    Standing alone in the crowd.
    With his sleeves folded,
    A whole crowd he holded.
    He was the boss of a world,
    With no place for a nerd.
    He stood strong, he stood tall,
    But her innocence made him fall.
    She looked at him, and thought,
    "This guy is broken, he has fought."
    And that was a truth, not many knew
    He was always fighting, as he grew.
    So she stepped forward for him
    With purpose, to take him out of dim.
    He was surprised, as she did ask,
    About the story that hid behind his mask.
    He said it was just nothing
    But she knew, there's a song,
    He's afraid to sing.
    So she holded his hand, as he cried
    Slipped the pain, and ripped the mask.
    Until he was left with nothing to hide.
    He told her everything about his demons
    About the problems the world threw.
    But he didn't know about the girl
    How she fought devil's crew.
    She lacked the courage of being here
    And how she suffered with her fear.
    She was warrior in her world
    But the people of this one,
    She couldn't hold.
    But one day he came to know,
    As a letter her book did throw.
    And as he read, he found out
    Her fears that she didn't show.
    So this time, he stood with her
    He taught her to fight fear.
    And then one day, a miracle came
    She in a dress, spectacles in the flame.
    His heart whispered,"she's the one!"
    In that one second, he lost the game.
    And she built a story out of the frame.

    ©Jasirah