Salma

"The mind is constantly trying to figure out what page it's on in the story itself. Close the book. Burn the bookmark. End of story. Now the dancing begins."

Friday, June 19

In a room filled with nosy and talkative people, I realize, absurdity is an interesting characteristic. In fact, it is interesting to the point where it keeps on advancing every single day.  

We have reached a point in life where people will not learn from their past absurd mistakes to get a proper perspective on success, but rather repeat the same ones that got them in so much trouble. Why? Well, it might be because they lack the knowledge of the peace that acceptance eventually brings along, or I don’t know why else.

In a room filled with nosy and talkative people, I stay silent and hear. I hear their stories and shield myself from their absurd mistakes. 

Saturday, June 13; Escape

What am I 

running from?


why am I 

constantly 

keeping an

eye over my

shoulder?


It is getting very

dark in here, and

I am planning

for the makings 

of a promising 

escape.


I am running

from the unknown.

Friendly Reminder

In psychology school people are taught that anger is a secondary emotion, so next time you make someone mad, remember that it’s because they were originally hurt or upset.

Tuesday, May 12 

You were the knife

that i used to stab

myself with, and that

my love, is love.

A Woman

I am a woman,
a warrior,
a poet, 
I am a tale from
ancient times.
My mind is an 
intricate maze, 
and I have no 
sympathy for 
your kind. 

Unread Letters 

I left the crumbled 
letters at the bottom
of my suitcase unread.

I wish I could read them
but I fear cracking under
so much pressure, so I 
leave them unknown. 

Sky

Coffee dates,
midnight car rides,
wrapped arms, and
a beautiful sky above
that is filled with stars 
that are drunk with the 
brilliance of their own 
indescribable colors.

Sunday, April 26

My breaths are weak,
my movements are 
cautious, but there is 
an awakening within me
that yearns to be alight. 

Or 

After erasing the fine line
between you and I, 
I crave to know the
unknowable fact of your 
inner-self. Will you be a monster,
or an angel? Will I, in turn,
kill you or make you stronger? 

Monday, April 20

Darling, 

if you want 

to leave, I’ll 

hold the door

open for you.