Poems from shannaism
I hope you can see that "I still love you" hurts the worst.
It's like a needle never touching my skin; the idea still makes me faint.
You...
I crack fortune cookies with bandaged fingers damaged from all the fighting.The faint sweetness of eleventh hour mistakes lingers on my...
They told me I couldn't be a poet.They said that poems flowed and a person like me was against that but really they were just ignorant.I am...
Terror.
Terrorism.
Terrorist.
Muslims?
I couldn't understand the equation.
So against my father's wishes opened the pages of a book.
I read...
You are a past thingA thing from who I used to beAnd I miss you, you past thingBecause sometimes, without you, I don't feel completeMaybe I...