how many lives they live estranged how many times will we be changed adapting to life is just a game keep yourself up and never blame being true to ones own needs honesty just for my breeds people are used to being abused I just do what I like and I’m amused if you don’t pose, [...]

Click here to listen to my spoken word Waiting for Tomorrow! The inspiration for this spoken word was spontaneous, and often it’s easier for me to have writing or verses speak for themselves. A main theme here is seizing on your potential, and striving to achieve your personal best in all your goals. The alternative is [...]

connecting the dots of days gone past scattered memories stand in line distorted shadows linger behind behind me is where I hide in a tiny room in a tiny box with a pen and sheet scratching out words that lied lies telling tales of dangerous dreams I dream of the day I will awake from [...]

When logic and rationale are out of reach all I have left to run to are fantasy and make-believe. I want to believe. I want to believe that its okay to deceive myself so I can be myself free myself from critical eyes that burn and dressed up lies that churn bile into chaos I [...]

The Corridor Each week I walk the corridor in my disguise sharp flashes of terror frustrated cries of the unheard unheard and mis- understood once bright minds and sound hearts alive now deaf, dumb and blind damn deceptive choice! how could a self-destructive mind know that to come up for air is to lose its [...]

Frozen for a moment I can’t seem to do this All of a sudden the thought Of quitting crosses my mind I know I can’t do that But still I’m frozen As if I can’t control Any of my faculties As if I have no will To surmount these difficulties Now I’m writing about it [...]

A beautiful piece written by Meena Malik, cross posted from MuslimMatters. In His eyes, she was beautiful. He understood all that she did in order to attract His attention. He knew that she only thought of impressing Him, that she had taken His preferences as her own and that she was trying in every possible [...]

I wrote this poem partly because of my own experience and partly in response to a dear friend of mine who ended up in a psychiatry crisis ward after she had a manic episode. We were all blindsided by this as no one had any idea that there was anything wrong. When I visited her [...]

This is a poem by sister Sarah Musa. I saw her recite this poem live and it was awesome. Ma sha Allah! ~~~~~~~~ The shield that protected my mind has now cracked. I used to be strong. Capable of hiding any emotions. But I have become weak. Mentally. My problems got the best of me. [...]

Lightning Crashes Thunder rolls Thought control Words recalled Knocking down the wall Dividing the City Be it Jerusalem or Berlin We take the purest things And drench them in sin These words of mine From my mind In scatter form Outside the norm Maybe worth decoding For my bipolar psyche Is in a pendulum swing [...]