4:27 am

4:27 am, starring at the ceiling,

tonight is destined to be one of those nights  

The chest bust open, 

like fireworks on Fawkes night 

sending fragments to light up those I had lock away years. 

Tonight there was no hiding.

That first smile, that left me wanting more

The argument that was left unresolved 

The door you broke down and left in splinters 

The soft caress that warmed me from the inside out

The one piercing look, I still question

The breeze in my hair as I turned and engraved the image of you

looking back me 

our whole future ahead of us

Old friends, 

I still cry about, claw their way out of the dark,

plunging a knife and twisting once more.

Tonight was one of those nights, were my memories ran wild

Yesterday's Scent

It is about the time when his Tom Ford held her heart tight--it is when she fell in love with him.
It was when they first met, hug, but not kiss, yet.

He became her superman and she became his weakness.
He gifted her the exact Tom Ford and she devoted herself to him.

Little did he know that damsels like her want to simply be loved and gently be kissed.

What a plot twist he was!

It is about the time when he left every piece in her broken, but the scent that settled in her soul.
It is when she knew nothing is worth her broken pieces, even the preciousness for yesterday's scent.

i remember we lived in that house

in Fairfield and it was only
for a few years

i remember my grandmothers
came over and had coffee
in the kitchen my mom was
doing their hair

i remember the kitchen and the living
room was like one big room

i remember a birthday and holding
a plastic machine gun and some
kittens in a cardboard box
that i looked at

i remember a wooden rocking chair

i remember Ting a Siamese
cat my first pet
she used to sleep with me

i remember an orange
afghan that my grandmother
knitted with a black
spot where it burned
when i slept in it
under the Christmas tree

i remember the sidewalk
in front of the house and the lawn
there and the street and my
dad's old red Ford

REMADY

The simple times of stupidity 

where games and Pokemon cards were my priority

friends complaining about never having enough

while floating effortlessly in a sunny.... swimming pool

reaching for the stars when a plane went by

because stars where never seen, almost like our goodbyes 

never bothered learning anyone name  

 i made a vow that i wouldn't stay 

certain and stubborn, i was 

that i had the hardest life, 

oh i miss those days 

those days where i worried 

about video games characters

if the salt shakers are empty 

or if i missed the movie showtime

oh the time, 

what a boring free fun amazing time  

I miss when...

I miss when I was 4

I miss when everything was so big

I miss when I didn't get the adult jokes in Disney movies

I miss when grades meant nothing

I miss when I would color a teddy bear and get a gold star for it

I miss when I used to collect toys and show them off to my friends

I miss when I was 14

I miss when we hid seeds and candy bars under our desks 

I miss the great memories of the school trip to Europe

I miss watching videos with Waleed until we fell asleep

I miss when we would go out in the morning to get some Red Bull before getting on the coach

Now I am 17

I miss what I didn't think I would miss because I am under this misconception that I would only miss the perfect days

I don't know what I will miss a year from now so I'm going to cherish every part of it.

Remember not to forget

Reminding myself to remember not to forget

Doorways to nowhere and shopping un-lists

An image, a blur, a moving vignette

Not clear what has died, and what still exists

Remember the things that you have forgotten

Forget what I said and don’t be reminded

Old Master’s still nature, half fresh and half rotten

Poetic insights enlightening the blinded

My memories are old of youth and desire

Remind me of years still left, not over yet,    

Unmindful of caution, fly farther and higher

Remember to live before you forget.  

Downloading Mind.exe

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Downloading Mind.exe

2.5 petabytes
ROM- Those moments when you wake up,
that remind you how to be human: Breathing, eating, cleaning, crying.
RAM- Those annoying ads,
that you just cannot get out of your head; Go Compare, Confused dot com. Meerkats saying "Simples."
Softwares- The skills,
that you learn in your life; riding a bike, playing guitar, complex arithmetic, coping.
The SSD- your main memory,
that stores your contacts, your lyrics, snapshots of time with friends or time alone.

Some files get deleted by accident when you need them the most;
"what was that damn equation?"
Some files you wish you could delete.

And some files
you know you should delete...

but you keep them

in a secret folder

away from everyone else.

-Dorian. C. Major

Activity: List Poem

Write a list of sounds in the LAS building--people speaking and sounds of the building.

Does anyone teach science?

aluminum floor vents rattling
door squeals closed
another one shuts
someone walks down a yellow hallway
two ladies wearing abayas speaking Arabic
someone whispering
a mop bucket rolling down the corridor
sliding glass doors opening
a scratchy walkie-talkie report and beep
coughing
photocopier stuttering
footsteps on marble tiles
keys jingling in someone's pocket
how are you?
squeaky shoes
the rumbling custodian's cart
a bird chirping
an echo
i'm finished, sir
water running
people talking
how do i change it to English?

What a mess!

Sh*t! my typing homework
Doors squeaking
My life is a mess
Haram
Heels bashing
Knock Knock
Salam!
Sneeze
Vibrating A.C.
Are you done?
Cough
شنو؟
Tonight?
Alright
Caramel
What? I'm not documenting
I know
Printer printing
Hey ma'am
شكراً!
انزين
Kana!!!!
Sh*t

A list poem

Ringing noise
people speaking in Arabic
Aya I still need a stapler
laughter
And I'm gonna go
by the way
distant voices, what language?
squeaky noises
Arabic spoken by a boy and a girl sitting together
cafeteria voices indistinguishable
whispers at Starbucks
moving stuff in a lab, cleaners
Hey miss
spasiba, dasvidanya
laughter
ma'alesh
what are you doing miss
laughter or giggles, what's the difference
hum of ac
I know, I know
My footsteps?
Footsteps, fast
Footsteps, slow
Footsteps, up
Footsteps, down
Squeaky sandals, dragging
Male voice
Door closing
Rustling noise, ominous
Female voices
Door opening
The whoosh of abayas, flapping
Knocking
Jangling keys
Bye

?

she is the mastermind behind this riddle

rocking in her chair as if it were a cradle

roaming the halls dressed in colors of beige

and in numerous conversations she will engage

when you look at her she will always smile

but don't cross her as she will put you on trail

who is this person?  

hopefully this riddle helped you know

but this flow is sick so imma take a bow.

The ultimate ladies’ man

A superhero with the power to make people laugh

I call him the white biggie

The ultimate ladies’ man

Just don’t talk to him before 8 a.m. he might bite

And you’ll never beat him in an argument cause in his mind he always right

No, I’m not describing my wife

But I’ve known him all my life

Who is this man I’m describing

Well it’s your job to guess

But if he had a YouTube channel we’d all be subscribing.

Hateful Nate

This is a story about a man full of hate

He killed his friend and stuffed the body in a crate

He thought he was followed by the cops

So he got paranoid and dumped the corpse

This is the tale of a guy called Nate

There once was

There once was a woman near here

Who stood on her head for a cheer

She fell down and died

And nobody cried

But they did have a cheerful sneer

There once was a girl so contrary

That people mistook her for a fairy

She argued a lot

She said what she thought

And made everyone very merry.

There once was a poet inspired

Who wrote poems and was admired

He also liked beer

But never shed a tear

Until he grew old and retired. 

Who am I

Articulate I am very,

If you heard me on the phone you would never guess where I was from.

I speak my mind and make no apologies

You are all jealous of me.

But have no fear Im a lot nicer than I appear

And I promise I am actually quite sweet.  

Al Jazi

You always see his back

He got the facts

And adds an ego, that hits his butt crack

Cool and collected he keeps his drinks

Next to his heart which never blinks

I'm only joking

He is a sweet little big boy

He keeps a light saber

To charge his best toy  

Plot Twist

There once was a girl named grey 

Who joked around and like to play

She took it too far, 

slit the tires of her car

And now she is no longer gay...

GAAAAAAY

There was once a boy

who was full of joy 

got sent away

 cuz he relied he is gay 

his soal died, because he can never say "haaaaaaay"

Guess Who

If you stole the ears of this man,
you'd feel youd been hit by a van.
Unless you like the pain
of a fire in your brain.
I share the ears of this man.
-Aly Zein Mohamed

Change

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Change

I used to be cold as stone.
No flesh, just skin and bone.
you came into my life
and saw my strife.
And promised I'd never be alone

You once had my heart in a jar;
all ruined and filled with tar.
One blown kiss
and the jar was mist.
And my heart burnt up like a star.

-Dorian. C. Major

Waiting to Exhale...

Waiting to Exhale...

Lips parted, with the help of a cigarette,                she inhales.   
Unaware, he falls asleep, today was a                       good day.
He dreams, she exhales, everyone is                              happy.


   
Apart from them. She lies, he cheats, they are not truly happy.
In another world with her not on his mind,
                                a different woman's sent            he inhales.
                 
She knows and so does he.
Will he ever tell her? Will she ever tell him?
                  they hope today will be                               the day.       




Breath in, breath out. Do not be afraid of                      the day.
She wants to be free, so does he.
She wants to do as she please and so does he.
So  why cant they just                                                 be happy.
The door unlocks, he walks in, she stands up
                   together                                                 they inhale.


                                              This day, they inhale, they are happy.

What's Right?

What’s Right?

What is Right?

To love or to leave?

To want or to need?

To be her or to be me?

What is right?

Constantly

Continuously

Cynically, Wondering, What is right?

You think you know.

You do not.

The assemblage of thoughts in your mind flow,

Coping

Convincing

Conniving to define What is right?

what's right

what you said because you said it
you read it in a book          look
it's your left footprint and a glint of sun on a wet rock
don't knock it until you try it
did you buy it?          why?
who made you cry? pulled your hair?
were you there when the wall crumbled?
it's the same today or tomorrow
borrow one if you need to
i need you          you said you did too
who thought it would end this way
send a gift to the star or stay
we are all here or there and anyway
we are where we call in the shadow

What do I say?

It's nobody's fault but my own, I say
to be trapped in a prison of changes and breakdowns.

I complained why I'm here or there, but I reached somewhere, elsewhere, and lost sight of what's right.

I might've been unfair to myself being discontented, but I know the deeper the pain the higher indication of a better future. 

Ambition my dear, can't live in a weak hearted.
Ambition is for the brave, passionate and practical.

Power is gained from going through change
and change is the only way out of the trap. 

That's what's right, I say.

What’s right?

What’s right?

Is living in wealth and grace without sharing a piece of the cake right?

Is disregarding others accomplishments because you can’t prosper right?

Is judging others before even knowing them right?

Is getting into fights and arguments before hearing the other side of the story right?

Is assuming the worst and pulling it to your life and let it hinder the actual outcome right?

Is being irritated all the time for no actual reason right?

Is keeping grudges right?

Is giving people second third and fourth chances right?

Is forgiveness truly the key to happiness and personal harmony?

We know the answers to those questions yet all of us are guilty of it. It’s time we look back and really think… what’s right?

Whats right?

B*#&$, s@#*

Your taken back right?

your probably thinking that its not right?

why ?

Morals?

Who really are we with ought morals ?

do you think we would be savages living in an uncensored world?

So we are censored?

Fake?0000000000000000000

Are you Fake ?

who are you ?

ask yourself that

whats right? 

What’s right?

Opening when locked tightly away

Closing when darkness comes very near

Thinking against when truth goes astray

Smiling when jaws are stiff with fear

Turning around when going right

Choosing right when planning wrong

Singing the words you cannot write

Joining the weak while feeling strong.