Tag: writing

I Want it All

To end

IN A BANG

where will I be when the sirens call my name

On the top of the black mountain

SHOUTING MY NAME

hoping

that just maybe

the shouting stops

I know myself to be my savior, my martyr

I love myself not for myself

but because I have no choice

but to refrain from despising the vessel which my soul inhabits

my soul which inhabits my body

my mind which hates my heart

my heart, driven to insanity by my mind

I’m on the edge of the cliff of the black mountain

I come closer to the edge I never reach

I know not what to make of myself

I know not who to blame

I know not when to end this all

BUT I WANT THIS ALL TO END

Tell the sirens to travel to my solitude

My golden cage

Tell them to lure me to their traps

and I shall willingly be deceived

maybe at the end of my death

it will all end

in a bang

Human

Maybe the girl with those blue ocean eyes

Is hiding her beauty behind that disguise

She’s running to safety from whatever lies

In the shadows of darkness and nights of surprise

 

Growing in stature yet shrinking in size

Wishing for a home with warm apple pies

She’s running through life all the lows and the highs

Running to her perfect and polished surprise

 

A journey so long she said all her goodbyes

To people who care if she lives or she dies

To those who will not think about her demise

And to those who would lay her under the blue skies

 

So less of today and more of tomorrow

Is what she was thinking through all of her sorrow

After the storm is a colorful rainbow

So she chases her dreams so as to not borrow

 

Time and empathy from others who if

On the edge of their minds they just fall off a cliff

Seeming so warm yet internally stiff

Humming along to the tune of her riff

 

Why does she have to go through all that pain

To lose so much but so little to gain

Unless she chooses a path that may contain

Flowers of fire and chants of champagne

 

So here we are now, at the end of her sorrow

She lives in today yet dreams of tomorrow

Where finally she can feel like she is happy

Only for demons to return to her

The End of the Tunnel

I chase the glimmer of hope

at the end of the tunnel

Through its harsh winters

and hot summers

I chase a chance for true happiness

or at least a break

from this agony

I am in

I chase the rainbow at the end of the storm

the large marlin deep in the ocean

the leprechaun’s gold

the holy grail

I chased it till the end of the tunnel

and what I found

stayed with me

till the day I died with a smile on my face

Neverland

Chasing figures

Chasing dreams

of being

who I

was meant

to me

They build walls

I break

to reach my Neverland

where I never grow

yet

I always do

Soaring through clouds

are dreams I have

In the confines of my jail

The shackles of instruction

How I long for the sun

of my Neverland

Where I can be free

But here

in my chair

I wonder

Where is my Neverland?

Roses


Red roses write ballads

through their thorns

And all those who surround these beauties

try to read their poems

yet mourn

Everybody knows their beauty

and approach them to indulge

in the red petals

yet ballads

through their thorns

send waves of sadness

Once roses finish their ballads

beauty will return

but when

will roses

no longer have thorns?

Demons of my Past

Running in green pastures from demons of my past

was never a pastime I enjoyed

I met angels, white and pure

unbeknownst to me that they employed

methods of torture and mental torment

I walked amongst them blind to their evil

basking in the light of angels

But each step wore me off

driving my mind to the edge of my sanity

I reached the middle

and basking in angels’ light

is Satan himself

and then I regained my sight

I saw their horns hidden within their halos                                                            

I saw red tridents hidden behind their wings  

I saw the fire burning under the pasture

Their halos broke and their wings burned

And I ran        

to save my sanity

to save my soul

Running from demons in green pastures is what I have to do to reach the angels of my future      

My Emergence

Hello!

This is my first post on my poetry blog.

I began writing poetry as a means to express myself, and to deal with my internal and external demons. I mostly write free verse, yet I could branch out and write haikus and sonnets. I am an avid user of symbols, and I always use them to represent aspects of my life.

I hope you enjoy the journey!

  • Abdulrahman Ahmed