poems, stories, writings
A memory that’s not yet old Her, laying on my dorm room bed Fever filling her head Gun shots sounding closer and closer Baghdad, what have we done? I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets Sister, what have we done? I told her I have to step outside But she couldn’t hear me…
Look at this world of mine There are lights, and street signs Detours and construction work Things I never thought I’d see … Strange how life turned out to be From the thirty minute walk in January cold Just to get to a class and do as I’m told … To the wild dogs chasing…
I wondered who he was As I passed his broken car As I witnessed his blood freed from his body And the army sounding from afar Was he a bomber, choosing to die? Was he a fool that did not check his car? Then I ran, Late for my midterm exam … And till this…
She reveals pieces of herself, every now and then On reflective surfaces when light is not too dim Sun shines through the shattered window…
Fireworks Bright Making a day out of that night 13 year old I did not mind Invade or liberate That must be a freedom sound Adults crying Dad asking me to get inside But I wanted to see it I no longer wanted to hide
She was a child Happy with no cares Explosions sounded close But she had no fears She was a child No stress yet learned And so she saw fireworks As her world burned. She was… Me
