YOU WILL NOT FIND ME

YOU WILL NOT FIND ME

You can look but you won’t find me

Behind a mask that covers the insanity

I hide from the painful life that is reality

Where love is insane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

I set sail into the wide open seas

Far away from all is where I long to be

‘Cause love is insane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

I move with the birds and the winds

I live in my mind’s wildest dreams

Where love is sane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you won’t find me

Because you don’t know what I seek

And you’re blind to what I see

That love is sane, and so is its ecstasy.

You can look but you will only find me

When you finally set your mind free

And from the bottom of your heart sing

That love is sane, and so is its ecstasy!

 

-Brian Koome-

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‘The Sehrish Thing’ by Sehrish Ahmed

I’m a poet and a writer and an optimist and just me. I see artworks in the clouds and messages in the seas. Love letters in the flowers and melodies in the rain.

I see the demons on our shoulders and the lights in our eyes. The glass is half-full unless it’s empty. The chicken could have come first, who cares anyways? The world can be a dark place so let’s light fires and watch them burn.

I’m random and impulsive, I do before I think. I’ll plant seeds in your garden, please open the gate. I love the flames and I love the cold, but sometimes I like the sun’s warmth on my toes. I like neon lights too, the stark contrast, fluorescent colours and pitch black.

Journey with me to my mind’s darkest crevices. I like to be cryptic, just humor me please. Maybe you’ll try to understand me in which case I’ll clap for your failed attempt, I’ll even write a poem if you cry for me. Yes, I have a soft-spot for crying humans, the way to my heart is definitely the salty H2O that your eyes so graciously produce.

Sometimes I like to pretend to be a person who’s not me. I’m not insecure, I’m not self-assured, are they lies? or are they the truth? I don’t know but never mind. I can choose to be who I want to be, the nice me or the mean me? the boring me or the exciting me? I change my personality like clothes everyday.

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Ruinous Love

in retrospect

it was the worst time of my life

love is such a ruinous thing

it never …

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Trojan Horse

I walked into this world

painted in gold,

saturated with diamonds,

adorned with rubies

I walked into this world

as a trophy.

as a prize,

a gift from the defeated to the victorious

I was a symbol that said

“You have won, we lost

And now you can have her

please have mercy on the rest of us”

 

So they took me in and danced around me

bonfires were lit and drums thundered

I was ravaged and torn open

Gold dripped from my eyes

and melting rubies seeped

from the annex of my thighs

they all had their fill of me

sated, they fell asleep

their thirst quenched by my cries

 

I was left to slowly die in the embers of a fire

from a celebration of a victory that ruined my life

and though my countrymen had given up

I rubbed the ash from wood that had long burned

under my eyes in a symbol of defiance

and as my lifeblood drained out of me

and my soul fuel burned out

I picked up a dagger

in a final act of rebellion

 

How careless they had been

they never thought I would wield their weapons

the same weapons they had used on me

to carve their names into my heated flesh

But I did

and then I unleashed my wild

until there was not a breathing body left

until there was a river of blood flowing out from the hearts I had pierced

the ones that had taken from me what was not theirs to take

 

And then I stumbled back to my own world

to the people who had given me up to protect their own lives

and I told them of my victory

I had become an accidental Trojan Horse

but now they said

“We knew you would survive”

“We knew you would come back”

yet when they had dolled me up

they …

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She

She raged like a storm

but she cried like the rain

She was the roaring lion

but she was also the cowering deer

She was the ice that froze your heart

but she was also the flames that thawed it back

She could stomp you out

like a cigarette beneath her boot

but she also had the cigarette nestled between her lips

Hers could be the arms pushing you underwater

but they could also be the ones that were your anchor

She was the ferns that tickled your feet

but also the thorns that drew your blood

She was everything you loved

and everything you hated.

 


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