Eyes burning like coals, ignited,
Heart heavier than bricks,
I wait…patiently..
Or so I think…
My soul’s spinning like a dervish,
World’s pushing me on the brink
Of madness…
The ugliness of this world
Makes me want to regurgitate everything I have seen…
I know I’m supposed to seek beauty in life…
But...
At times,
I see through the darker lens…
I mean, how can I just sit here and ignore it?
What do you do when you see minds being raped,
TV causing obstruction,
Lives pouring out of life’s vessel, drip-by-drip…
Money, our weapon of mass destruction,
The devil’s drinking our blood, sip-by-sip…
Our dignity going through a major deduction…
Losing ourselves, bit-by-bit...
Madness…
Can’t leave things as-is…
Gotta give a damn…
Damn…
Can’t sleep-walk no more…
Tired of nightmares when I’m awake…
Workin to live,
Writing so hard, my pen’s about to break,
I can’t make my faith a hobby,
It’s the only thing that distinguishes the real from the fake…
No time for a break…
I don’t write for applause or reaction,
I write to stay sane..
Don’t need anyone’s approval,
Paper is my pillow and words are the tear-stains…
Random rant,
Occasional rave,
Call it what you want,
But what can I do,
When all I CAN do is picture my grave…
Grave truth is that we’re caught up in confusion...
Forgetting as the Most High reminded us,
That this life is but the comfort of illusion…
Don’t get me wrong,
I appreciate His gifts…
People wana ignore it by telling me to be more positive,
They don’t see the places to where my mind drifts…
This life is a prisoner for the believer
and for the unbeliever a garden…
our hearts are supposed to strengthen,
PEOPLE,
that doesn’t mean that they have to harden…
pardon-
my thoughts if they offend,
my intention is not for them to be harming…
to see the downside of ms.happy 24/7
to some might be alarming…
but what do you do…
when you see the world for what it is…
I can’t keep quiet..
Not writing, not expressing, that’s my slow death..
took my dosage, poetry’s my remedy,
I’m finally catching my breath…
I want you to share your medicine with me,
There’s no alternative to the cure left…
Madness…©
-MaryamNoori-
Heart heavier than bricks,
I wait…patiently..
Or so I think…
My soul’s spinning like a dervish,
World’s pushing me on the brink
Of madness…
The ugliness of this world
Makes me want to regurgitate everything I have seen…
I know I’m supposed to seek beauty in life…
But...
At times,
I see through the darker lens…
I mean, how can I just sit here and ignore it?
What do you do when you see minds being raped,
TV causing obstruction,
Lives pouring out of life’s vessel, drip-by-drip…
Money, our weapon of mass destruction,
The devil’s drinking our blood, sip-by-sip…
Our dignity going through a major deduction…
Losing ourselves, bit-by-bit...
Madness…
Can’t leave things as-is…
Gotta give a damn…
Damn…
Can’t sleep-walk no more…
Tired of nightmares when I’m awake…
Workin to live,
Writing so hard, my pen’s about to break,
I can’t make my faith a hobby,
It’s the only thing that distinguishes the real from the fake…
No time for a break…
I don’t write for applause or reaction,
I write to stay sane..
Don’t need anyone’s approval,
Paper is my pillow and words are the tear-stains…
Random rant,
Occasional rave,
Call it what you want,
But what can I do,
When all I CAN do is picture my grave…
Grave truth is that we’re caught up in confusion...
Forgetting as the Most High reminded us,
That this life is but the comfort of illusion…
Don’t get me wrong,
I appreciate His gifts…
People wana ignore it by telling me to be more positive,
They don’t see the places to where my mind drifts…
This life is a prisoner for the believer
and for the unbeliever a garden…
our hearts are supposed to strengthen,
PEOPLE,
that doesn’t mean that they have to harden…
pardon-
my thoughts if they offend,
my intention is not for them to be harming…
to see the downside of ms.happy 24/7
to some might be alarming…
but what do you do…
when you see the world for what it is…
I can’t keep quiet..
Not writing, not expressing, that’s my slow death..
took my dosage, poetry’s my remedy,
I’m finally catching my breath…
I want you to share your medicine with me,
There’s no alternative to the cure left…
Madness…©
-MaryamNoori-
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