Naqiyah saifee cryptic

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  • naqsaif 2w

    You were only ten
    And I was your favourite
    You had me hidden
    Under your brown curls
    Smiling like an idiot
    From ear to ear
    The stories inside me
    They made you smile
    At night when your
    Friend's couldn't

    Another trip around the sun
    You knew my words
    I turned a little weary
    But you kept me closer

    You turned thirteen
    Chaotic hearts and
    Exaustive friends
    But you still had me
    In your windowshelf
    You still quoted me
    In your diary
    Three years and
    Still going strong

    Then you turned fourteen
    And all your curls were gone
    Made new friends
    But I was the one you lost
    My words noticed it all
    Kept silent
    Had a great fall

    One day you turned
    To me and complained
    Ignorance was a bliss-
    I had attained

    But I was a storybook
    And I had a ...............




    "You can't blame me, darling
    Not even a little bit
    I just hope you see me in a little better light
    Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind?"
    ~ to be so lonely

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    Then you turned fourteen
    And all your curls were gone
    Made new friends
    But I was the one you lost
    My words noticed it all
    Kept silent
    Had a great fall

    But I was a story book
    And I had a ...............


  • naqsaif 3w


    "As the seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth, neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace. The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way." ~ Mark Nepo

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    In a white dress
    Stained with blood
    I stood among the
    Blooming hyacinths
    Looking down
    At your cold grave
    Half wet with rain
    Half with my tears
    My throat coughed blood
    And my nails digged
    The soil beneath your grave

    I screamed your name
    Till I passed out
    The hyacinths on your grave
    Told me to leave
    Rainy days
    Turned colder
    The hyacinths
    Died from winter
    Lucky were they
    To be found by death
    Before the next winter

    While I stil await
    In my white dress
    Kissing the dead hyacinths
    On your frozen grave
    Hoping that
    The next time it rains
    These hyacinths
    Will bloom
    on My grave.


  • naqsaif 4w


    "Didn't know how
    but I always had a feeling
    I was gonna be that one in a million"
    ~ panic at the disco

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    I loughed
    When I heard
    My granny was a nerd
    She was ninety-nine
    Loved black dahlias and red wine
    She owned a boathouse
    And a trampoline
    Ran a weaponry
    In north Caroline
    Gymnastics was her favourite sport
    She had been doing backflips
    Since she was eighty-four
    She dyed her gray hair purple
    Rocky was her pet turtle

    One night in Istanbul
    She got a tattoo of a dancing bull
    The other day
    I went to her home
    Whilst she was watching
    Annabelle comes home
    She liked her coffe cool
    Raised fishes in Swimming pool

    She sleeps within
    Her customised coffin
    But I swear an hour ago
    She was eating burrito
    While singing despacito.


  • naqsaif 5w


    They asked me "how I did it?"
    I said "I am sick"
    They said "No, you are an inspiration".

    @miraquill@writersbay@writersnetwork@refarayouknow (i know you don't remember my birthday)��

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    I want to Starve
    myself to death
    I hope I don't
    Have to do it
    After death
    ~ anorexic thoughts


  • naqsaif 5w


    "The voice was filled with thousand midnights, darkness and starlight wrapped so tightly they were bound for all eternity. "

    To night ��, for being there

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    I am that
    helpless cry
    you hear
    when you
    wake up
    swallowing fear
    at 3 am.
    and pain
    engulfs your
    hammering heart
    and you cry
    inside your covers
    unable to answer
    my soul numbing call.


  • naqsaif 6w

    I am too tired to add tags��

    Dedicated to a lost friend.....


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    To sunlight,

    I drown in your hope
    With your rays I elope
    And find myself once again
    Under your illuminated reign
    My love, to the cosmos I pray
    To drown in you every dawning day
    For night arrives way too soon....
    The drowning moon.


  • naqsaif 7w


    Dedicated to the my favourite hero of olympus -
    Leo Valdez

    Valdez : son of the brave.

    "I figure the world is basically a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates, or the gods, or the capital-G god or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break off and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly... things happen for a reason."

    ~Rick Riordan, The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus, #4)

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    Machines spur
    Gears snore
    Calming him
    A soothing hymn
    Lost to fire,
    Gained to it too
    The seventh wheel,
    To every feud
    Twice he loughed
    Then he joked
    His insecurities
    He hid in tools.


  • naqsaif 7w

    Eon : an immeasurably or indefinitely long period of time

    Written from the POV of an injured vampire.who drinks blood off dead animals and dead bodies only.
    He doesn't harm any innocent living being.
    Vampires live on blood.They maybe immortal, but without blood in their bodies they are as good as dead.

    A thirsty vampire is like a drunk man in rain. He is not aware of his actions or his whereabouts.

    "It is how we are made. We are drained, blooded, and buried. When he digs his own way out of a grave, that is when a vampire is born."
    ~cassandra clare


    For simon.

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    Thirst (an incident)

    Blood flowed
    From my sliced throat
    And it adorned
    My slit wrists
    Slowly towards death
    I gently crept

    Until sweet and salty
    Blood dropped upon my lips
    “Drink “said a voice
    And I sucked the fluid of vice

    Then thirst stabbed me
    Like a sword in my guts
    And I pinned down the one
    Who had offered me blood

    And in his neck,
    I bored my fangs
    Soon my head cleared
    And I saw what I feared

    I was drinking blood
    Off a humane lad
    And he was slowly creeping
    Towards pleasant death

    So I, with all my will
    Released his throat
    And in apprehension,
    I went still.

    An eon past,
    His golden eyes
    They gathered mine
    And with pained voice, said I
    "I would have killed you!"
    In the same voice, said he
    "I would have let you".


  • naqsaif 8w


    To my critics ( not necessarily here).

    "The criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic." ~G.K. Chesterton

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    The wild wind
    Caressed my cheeks,
    My cold heart scorned
    The warm Sun who seeks?
    My nimble fingertips
    Brushed the lonely chrysanthemum
    And my cracked lips
    Tasted the dark French rum
    My feeble ears
    Heard dropping tears
    And when my toes
    Dipped into the dead lake
    Savage poems spilled
    From my wrists
    And tumbled upon the heads
    Of my critics,


  • naqsaif 8w


    "Flirting with insanity was one thing; when insanity started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off".
    ~Rohinton Mistry.

    Sometimes insanity is all that sanity isn't.
    Great people embrace insanity with a pinch of humor. Be that person.

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    In this life
    And after,
    Till eternity
    I hope you can endure
    All the despair
    And the sanity.