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Sameera Alshaikh Poems
My Friend Of Misery (Prose)
Drifting out of sight, fading into the night. Times of frustration and depression. An uncomfortably disturbing state of mind deriving from the darkness... Thrown into a state of intense stress and desperation, how can I ease the pain in my aching heart?
Broken, Beat & Scarred (prose)
He crawled out from under my bed; I felt the darkness as he pulled me down - as he tried to drag me down! He slashed my neck, but I fought back! O, how I fought back! I fought back with all my might! … However, my body couldn't take it anymore; So, I stood still, defenseless, and watched the strength of my body as it slowly slipped away. I started to decay, to the point where I was so close of giving up. My little heart was on the verge of bursting with rage because I felt so weak and powerless in front of him. I lost my senses! But then, again, I pushed back! I fought against that unrelenting beast!
Master of disguise (prose)
*'master of disguise' is not a poem, i know... it's just something that i wrote & felt like sharing with the world :)
A perfect mess (Prose)
10th of April 2013... She comes in — walking with heavy steps...She walks in with naturally curly hair hiding her face — hiding her eyes. There she sits — First row, third seat on the right, Like always... She sets her black 'the Beatles' backpack down on the floor...
Nothing else matters
Life lost its taste. Why did I let it go to waste? I lost everything I've held so dear. My eyes brimming with tears;
There's nothing to lose! What's there to lose? Painless bruise - forever tattoos. Cold as stone though temperatures soar.
The unspoken murmurs
Cry Hard! Tears on your face, a remedy for the drought. Cry Hard! That it seems your body is turning inside out.
Take me with you Lead me to where I belong. Solitude - I've been lost - abandoned for way too long. Talk to me - the deafening voice of silence kills me.
The voice in my head is depleted of strength, it won't talk back. Sadness... the mask starts to crack. These thoughts and unspoken questions never got me anywhere. I want to leave, but I'm not strong enough to escape the cage of despair.
Oh God in the velvet skies guide me to the light Oh God open my eyes Show me what's wrong from right Keep me on Islam, for therein is my delight
A Lost silent moan has traveled far from its bed. There's no switch to turn off my head. Late as always, I can't sleep these days. Feel the pain in my soul as it decays.
Sad But True
There are things about life that I don't understand. The answers are not meant to be found. There are things man was not meant to know. Secrets - hidden high above and deep down below.
Behind the smiles
This disgusting feeling grows uncontrollably and imperfectly. This repugnant feeling grows arbitrarily! Troubled - I sat down and felt like I'll never get up again. Self-doubt and self-hatred - my eyes filled with rain.
The lights go out - I'm all alone I spent the night on my own Soaked in tears I sink like a stone Unnamed feelings never let me go
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My Friend Of Misery (Prose)
Drifting out of sight, fading into the night.
Times of frustration and depression.
An uncomfortably disturbing state of mind deriving from the darkness...
Thrown into a state of intense stress and desperation, how can I ease the pain in my aching heart?
Sadness resulting from being forsaken!
A solitary night, untouched, unspoken to — Loneliness!
In the pitch-dark when even your shadow abandons you!
Falling into gentle ruin, nothing here, only worms writhing round and round — writhing away while my brain leaks into the ground.
It seems that time is passing slower ...