writing
I owe you one
depression, god, inspiration, islam, love, people, Poems, poetry, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writingI was so wrong
This was our song
Forget all our failures
Forget all our mistakes
We will get through this
And whatever we face
Just remind yourself
You have what it takes
You’ve always been there
And you always will be
I owe you one
I owe you one
I’m here for you
But what you need is yourself
You need your strength
You need your love
It’s all good loving others and making friends
But you need to love yourself first
You need to be your own best friend
You have what it takes
Just like everyone else
You just need to focus
And if you ever feel like you need someone
I’m here
Only because, I owe you one
I owe you one
Recover
depression, god, inspiration, islam, life, muslim, people, Poems, poetry, random, random thoughts, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writingSlumped to the worst
Taste of the harsh fate
Reality hits hard when your least prepared
Life unravels and it’s what I feared
Ah well I’ll recover
I always do
Happiness is temporary
But sorrow is too
Long nights
Overdosed on fun times
Ive made mistakes
I’ve made poor decesions
But it’s made me who I am
That and my religion
I’m well prepared
If not I’ll recover
I always do
Pain is temporary
And life is too
Bug
life, Poems, poetry, spilled ink, thoughts, truth, writingThis despicable hindrance
Had my life on track
But ever since I got struck
I’ve been moving backwards
Time is of the essence
Which for me is insufficient
A moutain to climb
In so little time
Made worse with a curse
No, that’s just too much
A bug to put it simply
I can’t think straight
Especially with this headache
Sweet routine, collapsed desire
Broken drive
Really I can go on and on
The effects of this nuisance
I won’t say this is luck
I don’t believe in luck
I just know that i’m stuck
With this annoying bug.
168 hours
thoughts, writingThis week marks the culmination
A reward of patience
Though this is just the begining
This is fate
I tell myself to forget the past
Open my mind and start a new chapter
Im prepared for the hard work
More so for what comes after
But first I need to get through this obstacle
The longest week ever
Or so it may feel like
I feel like an old prince
My throne is overdue
I must act. I have no time to think
If I can just get through these 168 hours
Then i’ll feel like a king
Elle est Belle
inspiration, life, love, Poems, poetry, quotes, random thoughts, relationships, spilled ink, thoughts, writingElle est Belle
Je Commence
Excusez moi mademoiselle
Comment tu t’appelles?
And that’s where I stop
Must be her French allure
Her pull
She has me
All these thoughts come crashing
kamikaze
Bonjour
Je ne parle pas francais
Simply apology
All I know is Elle est Belle
For love is a four letter word
I can say, I can spell
Just not in French
Rectify
god, inspiration, islam, muslim, Poems, poetry, quotes, random, random thoughts, religion, spilled ink, thoughts, writingHarsh reality
I learnt that the hard way
Stricken with anxiety
I chase my desires
Dive into a world full of fallacies
I wonder how long I will last
On temporary remedies
Searching for answers within my memories
I fall to my knees
I answer the call to prayer
I so often neglected
The idea of religion being a form of medication
I once rejected
I’m drawn in my time of need
All I have is God
I remind myself everytime I fall
And when it’s time, I answer the call.
To prayer.
Something To Think About #18
inspiration, quotes, random, spilled ink, thoughts, writingWe all have our own reasons for our actions. Our actions influenced by desires.
Our desires influenced by people.
People who manipulate our emotions.
Our emotions that make us human. I guess we never really have control of what we want. In the end we either get bored or realise there is something better.
Reflection
depression, musings, Poems, poetry, random, random thoughts, spilled ink, thoughts, writingCasual wander through my mind
Troubled past
Back when I used to understand life
Now I just live it
Amidst chaos I’d find myself
But now i’m through it
Sitting still. Meditation.
These thoughts, Reflection.
Feathers
musings, Poems, poetry, spilled ink, thoughts, writingYou chase the sun
And avoid the rain
Counting your days
And saving your wage
But you set your sights on someone else’s fortune
You pluck their feathers
But tell me, will that allow you to fly?