They say different people see the world in different ways and I guess that's true when it comes to me. To me, everything has an aesthetic meaning, from words to what we see in our daily lives. As if everything has its own colorful burst of energy, whether positive or negative. (Lost you, haven't I?)
The point is, it's nice to share such thoughts - even if it's in the form of twisted poetry. And that is what this blog will have, colorful, twisted poetry.
I hope you enjoy your stay.
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
This Journey of Mine
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:44 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 

This Journey of Mine

I’ve been walking
All my life
Down a path that does not end.

The road is long
And the wind blows hot
And my feet, they drag me on.

From the sands
The sun does rise
And the heat, it breaks my mind.

My skin is burning
My eyes are sore
And my feet are blistering red.

And if you asked me
Once again
To talk about a shorter path,
I will tell you
Once again
The same old story all the while.

Because the path to success
Is long and hard
And the way is warm and hot.

-I.I


 
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
Erosion
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:43 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 

Erosion

There were stormy clouds
Upon his brow
As he walked all alone.

And in his heart
There was his pain
Locked away, writhing hard.

And upon his soul
Fell the drops of rain
Soothing not
The waves inside.

For his mind was breaking
A beach of sand
And the world was a dreaded sea.

-I.I

 

 

 

 


 
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
This Thing Called Life
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:42 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 

This Thing Called Life

Days we spend, trying to live
Trying to think of dreams to make.
And then we strive till the end of time
To make them true, to make them real.

And then we fail
And then we cry
And then we bleed and then regret.

Then to our feet, we stand
And we walk again
And then we dream and then repeat.

What madness it is
This thing called life
Where all we do
Is hope to try.

-I.I

 


 
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
The Pebbles At Our Feet
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:26 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 

 

 The Pebbles at Our Feet

 

We were so caught up
With the boulders ahead of us
That we fell over
The pebbles at our feet.

-I.I

 


 
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
The Sailor
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:24 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 

The Sailor

Across the sea
There sailed a boat
With its tiny sails flapping about.

Inside the boat
Across the deck
There lay a boy, bored and calm.

He felt the sea
He breathed the winds
And his heart was shining bright.

His eyes were closed
His breaths came short
But a smile ...

اقرأ باقي الموضوع
(144 كلمات)
 
صورة Iyaash Ibrahim
The Newborn Sun
بواسطة Wednesday, 20 February 2019, 7:21 AM - Iyaash Ibrahim
 


The Newborn Sun

The sun is rising
Breathing flame
In the morning, when I wake.

The light is golden
Beaming strong
Giving life within the night.

Yawning, I rise
Tired and lone
To take a walk in this light.

The grass is green, the trees do nod
And the morning
Triumphs tonight.

...اقرأ باقي الموضوع
(108 كلمات)