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.
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Dear Principal

بواسطة - Iyaash Ibrahim

Through the panels in his workplace
You could see his chair
And the papers stuffed across his desk
And the candle by his side.

Through the panels in his workplace
You could see a home
Of a man who spent his time at work
For the others beneath his dome.

In this dome of white and red, I began to grow
Mixing colors and painting strokes
And learning words of lore.

And for me to grow, the soil was soft
And lush and full of care,
A haven for a child like me
To dream to live one day.

When I was tall and strong one day
I wondered how it was
That I had a home that was safe to grow
Like the others next to me.

I heard of him, who ran the place
A man in an easy chair
With kindly eyes and a gentle smile
Who's been there quite long.

And so I went to find him, this man who let me grow
To smile at him and shake his hand
And thank him for his work.

At his workplace, I found myself
Peeking through the glass
At a glimpse of him at his desk
Lost in precious work.

Yet, through the panels in his workplace
I saw no sight of him
Or of papers not yet done
Or any sign of life.

Oh, how the time had passed
And the toll it had to take!
For the chair was empty, the papers gone
And the candle will never burn.

                                                                                 I.I


To our principal. We will always remember you as such.



This Journey of Mine

بواسطة - 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


Erosion

بواسطة - 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

 

 

 

 


This Thing Called Life

بواسطة - 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

 


The Pebbles At Our Feet

بواسطة - 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

 


The Sailor

بواسطة - 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 was on his face.

When the moon shined
The boy stood up
And the sea, it kissed his feet.

He raised his arms
To touch the moon
Which shied away with a laugh.

And then he smiled
And looked away
And tried to swim in the sea.

The cold blue diamonds
They touched his skin
Stealing his breath, stealing his warmth.

Then he dived
Within the sea
And it claimed his life again.

And once again
On a full moon day
He will sail his boat across the world.

-I.I


The Newborn Sun

بواسطة - 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.

The dawn is weak
The sun newborn
Yet the light, it shines so bright.

Barefoot I am
Walking slow
As the grass tickles my toes.

The dawn was breaking
Beneath my home
                                 Beneath the mountains which broke the sky.                           
   But what could I see
For I was man
Stuck to land, beneath the sky.

-I.I