harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it shall be hard to see, and sometimes i won't want to, but i will go on looking anyway. this collection shall be under the tutelage of sylvia plath's po...
'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and above all, you lost the certainty that you would win. You were quite g...
Gone-- Windswept ashes blown away... To mingle with the dust of yesterday. Settling-- Pass the Crevices' terrain... Beyond the Realm of the Psyche... Buried-- To be forgotten for a time. With the company of dust, These ashes lie latent. Spurring their resurrection-- A hair-trigger of the faintest. Manifested Into The...
in which a girl writes down her thoughts on tattered blue pages, with only a worn-out copy of the Quran, a long dress, two granola bars, three dollars and her Lord to guide her while surviving on the streets of New York City. ~ They say that somewhere along the road of this twisted life, you'll find yourself, That you...
i love the challenge of form poetry, especially the invented poetry types. it excites me to see what my words do to a form and vice versa. i love my personal stamp on it, because there it is, no matter what, one's very own distinct voice. i have wanted these in a separate collection for a long time and here it is.
An anthology of love and lies; choice and change; fate and free will. Lives interlocking like clockwork and yet not at all like clockwork.
Snapshots of memorable moments in the life of a Muslimah captured in swirling ink… Start: August 9 2014 End: July 25 2015 @-mellifluous- #MomentosDeMuslimah
This is a follow on collection from Windswept. In this collection I will examine the concept of love from a more ethereal perspective.
