Loves Last Scream Poetry and Writing by Soraya Bakhbakhi
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Crafting Memes for your Scifi-Fantasy Writing. My plus five stylus of spelling and ink of incredible durability is ready. Remember the wingardium leviosa fiasco where Ron causes the feather to explode? Practice Makes the Craft.
A place for aimless thoughts to land. Why is it that the past. Sometimes I want to feel sad. I want some sort of jolt. To wake me up from this limbo. Instead of dry, dull eyes. I want a tight throat. Instead of stale, even breaths. I want a burning to shake me up from this awful stillness.
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I hear the calls of a seabird shrill. As I attempt finding time to kill. And the waves against my feet refresh,. As I tumble through my mess. I love the cool sea air,. And misty breeze in my hair. It gives me time to think,. Back into who I am,. And hiding my face again. The coast knows no names;. We all look the same. From the rules that normally define me. Adorn the waves as I walk the night.
The light and dark side of poetry. And I have failed you. Why I drink the purest waters. Why I sleep on the most comfortable beds. Why I have so much food. That it goes to waste. And you go starving each night. Waiting to find your next meal. Why my heart is only open to you. For each Ramadan and closed after Eid. Why I deny your existence. When I sleep behind walls. And you under the stars. Because I have failed you. And I have failed you. One set of people are united.
Exposing the Contents of My Heart Through My Pen. One of my youth group kids. Sent me a text she said she was looking into college. But it was causing her stress. So she reached out to me. And asked what would be best. That it was one big test. And my heart began to break. But for her to be thinking of college. Warmed me down to my soul. Like the girl I know. She talks to me a lot.