Poems from Nabeelah
They began on solid ground
Two friends, close and carefree
No cracks, no doubts, just trust
Simple, unbreakable, or so they thought
But...
She was seven,
when the world first felt too big.
Too heavy,
like it was asking her to carry more than her small shoulders could bear.
She...
In the still of the night, where the shadows dare,
I grip my pen like a sword, and I declare,
“Wake up, ink, from your silent state,
We’ve...
A pen and paper forth me
i am to commence with this poem
But my pen is against it ...
i feel agitated
As the words are in my mind
i...
Get off your high horse , teller of tales
That neighs with prejudice
And dressed with tatters from Diablo himself
Drown thy pride in...