thefakesheikh_

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  • thefakesheikh_ 1d

    #first @miraquill @writersnetwork
    This is the first poem I remember writing.
    Please bear in mind that I was barely twelve.

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    effortless

    The people, this world, all too selfish
    I wish to leave, ah, I just wish
    Be yourself, that's all I ever hear
    Being myself? That's what I fear
    It isn't easy, to live as one wills
    A constant ache, in my heart, fills
    As I think of who I am and
    who I could have been
    My present deserted self or
    like a forest, green
    What will people say, what will they think
    Thoughts like these, made me sink
    Into the sea of death, the depths of nothingness
    They made me drown, ever so effortless

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 2d

    Greek nóst(os): a return home
    Greek algia: a combining form meaning “pain”

    nostalgia (originally)

    a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time

    nostalgia (as i know it)

    a painful reminder of all that is lost,
    a longing that shakes my bones.
    your name, tasting like blood in my mouth
    a perpetual ache thrumming in my heart
    a grief, as a wet blanket, spread over my chest
    making it difficult to breathe

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 3d

    my words are equally for
    the beautifully battered,
    the unattractively scattered
    my words are for all those
    who see through life, yet continue
    to hustle, to strive, to put on a smile
    my words are for all of us
    who are on the verge of giving up, yet
    they find extraordinary in the ordinary, everyday or they take, just one day at a time
    anyone who breaks into pieces but puts themselves back together
    anyone who knows what it's like to wave goodbye to an empty house in the morning and to
    come back to a silence which makes a sound, only in their hearts
    my words are for the people who are always on the other side of the glass,
    always trying to touch reality but never quite reaching through.
    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 3w

    the ink
    is drawn blood
    from my heart
    the words
    are pieces of it
    the letter, you called
    a piece of paper
    has love, written
    all over it.

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  • thefakesheikh_ 3w

    who did this to me
    as if a single person,
    other than myself
    is responsible for my ruin

    what do i have left
    as if counting my blessings,
    all countless of them
    will somehow, make me grateful

    where did it all go wrong
    as if retracing my steps
    to an inevitable fate
    will save me, salvage me

    when do i learn
    as if making better choices,
    being smarter than my past self
    will guarantee a peaceful life

    why- the most important question
    why can't i let go, let myself be human
    why can't i accept, surrender
    or better yet adapt?

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 3w

    ever been that friend who's
    always invited, never included
    a bit tolerated, never appreciated
    ever think that even ghosts
    don't go unnoticed, are somewhat seen
    have a presence, are somehow believed

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  • thefakesheikh_ 4w

    Went to an amusement park once. That's where the inspiration came from.
    #free #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    It was an out of body experience
    I could see myself hanging upside down
    Not all the way, but bended more than slightly
    Head down, feet up, you know the drill
    I could see the colors swirl by
    Merge into a circle right in front of my eyes
    For a second, I thought it was over, for good
    It was a touch and go with death
    To exaggerate
    I let go, no hands on the rails, no grip on the ground
    Just me and my insanity, afloat in the air
    Bad decisions, I remember thinking
    Always, always the root of my problems
    Yet another
    Which felt like being pushed off a bridge
    Free and floating, a feather caught in the breeze
    Or close to flying but with no wings
    Ending with a feeling of warmth, coming home
    And then nothing

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 4w

    my hands grasp for ghosts of the past
    time ticks, turns and then runs
    then i chase, dreams shadowy and new
    time ticks, slows and then stops

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 4w

    #symbol @miraquill
    Do y'all get it? Pls tell me you get it.

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    now that you are
    where all the good things are
    i know you don't need
    anything from here
    but still I'd like to
    send you a rose
    red like cherries,
    in full bloom
    to tell you just how much
    you've meant to me
    and on that day
    if you spot,
    a blue balloon
    drifting up,
    don't let it distract you
    from the lovely rose
    you now hold,
    in your hand

    ©thefakesheikh_

  • thefakesheikh_ 5w

    Wrote this for the competition but I'm not a member yet lol

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    A Quiet World

    Long before I took the vow of silence, I was known to be a chirpy, happy and loquacious individual. But then I met him.
    Serious, brooding and dressed in all black.
    So quiet was his presence that he seemed to walk on thin air, and just float in and out of places. You could never quite tell when he'd show up behind you except for a chill that would run down your spine.
    I'd seen him a handful of times, roaming around apparently. I never had the chance to talk or as I should just accept, that I was deathly afraid of approaching him.
    Time went on, we passed each other frequently on the streets but never once communicated. Until one evening.
    The first stars of the night were coming out, I remember and the sky was a dusky purple. I walked my usual way through the mostly empty road and bumped straight into him.
    "I need something from you", he said gruffly.
    "I don't know you and also it's not okay to stop people midway to ask them for favours." I said, barely managing to keep my voice level.
    "Just give me what I want and I'll let you go", he implored. His eyes wild, his hands shaking.
    "Let me go? What are you-"
    My sentence was cut off. I tried to speak but nothing came out except a choke and then warm air.
    My head started to spiral, I felt like my heart would explode. And then, nothing.
    A blanketed silence. Not peaceful, just muffled.
    To this day, I have a hundred questions to ask but no sound in me to voice them.
    My friends assumed that I had decided not to speak forever. Little do they know, I had no say in it.
    To this day, I still wait for him in silence. But deep down I know that he will never return.
    Or at least he will never return with my voice.

    ©thefakesheikh_