Inked Flames

Inked Flames

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Note:- The first few poems in this book were written by a very young me and they are very immature and do not make any sense at all, for the lack of proper words. I've only kept them on here for nostalgic purposes. They DO NOT in any way represent my writing style now. Reader discretion is highly advised before reading them. Thank you and happy reading if you're still sticking by. ^_^ " 'Cause I want to be remembered, Not as a memory dismembered But as the light that crawls, And soothes you when everything falls." ~ The gorgeous cover by my favourite person: @wake-pray-slay ♥️ She makes the BEST covers! And even better books! Please do check out her books <3 ~ Never thought I'd be writing poetry, let alone publish it out here, but here I am.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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