A poem

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The dust of the object

envelopes her eyes.

She was entranced by the drift of memories,

how a once something

could disintegrate into the particles of time.

Fooled by white beauty,

she breathes in the toxins.

She speaks,

but no sound would come:

it was not allowed,

she was to be silent.

A Pandora’s box

of music and muse,

of beauty and deception,

of silence and the silenced.

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A poem

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Infatuated you are

with the dream of me.

One date and you’ve already determined what I would be.

But mind you, I’m not destined to be yours,

some woman you lust for deep in your core.

The way you behave,

I cannot make you a man,

but your sins and flaws,

that’s all up to God’s plan.

I asked to be friends,

and that you refuse.

You want me to be yours,

but that’s my decision to choose.

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A poem

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How the disease of time

will ride to every prevail.

It gives no hope of letting go,

just a promise of mankind’s lucky touch.

Leave, I tell it.

It does not but yet, smiles.

I shudder in fear of the evil it will awaken,

the evil that will grasp us all.

Leave, I repeat.

It does not but yet, smiles.

I cannot, it says.

For I live in time,

and in time,

I am in your vein.

You will perish,

but I will survive.

I have race time from the start;

I have only fallen behind.

But when I emerge, you will see:

history has and always will be mine.

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A poem

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Your smile covers your worries,

but your eyes give you away.

The war at home,

your family,

they are in imperial danger.

The distance between you and them is an ocean,

you are forced to stay here tonight.

Your sorrow falls on my hands,

your decision I already know.

The choice wasn’t yours to make,

but even the stars could not lead you home.

Your Muslim princess awaits her prince,

but your empire in America awaits its building.

The plans were already set in stone,

but only you did not know.

Stay, my love, stay.

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thewriterscigarette

thewriterscigarette

Writer, poet, traveler. Instagram poetry visuals @thewriterscigarette