thefakesheikh_

Enroute to self discovery. Find me on Instagram @thefakesheikh_

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  • thefakesheikh_ 1w

    I bruise easily
    But forget even more so
    Sensitive, sensible
    Yet so full of nonsense

  • thefakesheikh_ 1w

    I look up at you and try to say something
    Good, meaningful, life changing
    But nothing comes out
    Words die at my throat
    An untimely death
    Would it even matter, I think to myself
    After all this, mess, self brought or otherwise
    What could I possibly have to say that could clear up this rubble?
    Fill in the spaces between us that have stretched into wide chasms
    Words, what could they do? Actions have brought us here
    Lack of them should suffice to take us further
    Whether it is further apart or further together,
    That, I have no clue of

  • thefakesheikh_ 8w

    but isn't writing a way of talking,
    i mean unheard yes, until it's read but
    it is already said, right
    put out there
    waiting to be discovered,
    to be found
    to be breathed into
    to be made sense of?

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  • thefakesheikh_ 8w

    so i could carry you with myself, no matter how far we stay apart.
    #stitch @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    i want to take your smile,
    weave to my memory
    i want to take your laughter,
    stitch to my heart

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  • thefakesheikh_ 8w

    at times we deliberately decide
    not to pull at a loose thread
    lest the whole stitched framework
    falls apart, little by little
    it is like being afraid to ask a question
    that might alter the dynamics forever
    so we find it easier to live in ignorance
    choosing to not know
    what will hurt to know.

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  • thefakesheikh_ 9w

    Haunted
    Odious
    Lifeless
    Loveless
    Ominous
    Weary

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  • thefakesheikh_ 9w

    Opposite of empty and estranged.

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    can't i always feel this way?
    happy, at peace, dare i say- okay?

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  • thefakesheikh_ 9w

    What counts.

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    you may know me
    just a little
    but you understand me
    better than a lot

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  • thefakesheikh_ 10w

    Ever been in one of those moods
    Where you think
    One more test, one more calamity
    And i won’t be able to take it anymore
    i will burst or explode or something even worse
    And then it happens, the test, the calamity
    But you don’t feel anything at all
    Not the red hot anger you’d thought of anyway
    It’s a blank spaced white grief instead
    That swallows you whole
    And you find yourself wondering
    What now?

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  • thefakesheikh_ 12w

    what color am i , you ask
    oh but can i ever be just one;
    can anyone?
    aren't we all at some point
    or together:
    reds of love, blues of grief
    yellows of happiness, greens of belief
    purples of royalty, pinks of firsts
    whites of peace, blacks of the cursed
    shades and hues, tints and tainted
    canvases blank or beautifully painted?