Fill and consume, flutter and fly,
Hold your breath for you know it’s a goodbye;
Live and love, cut and heal,
The heart doesn’t know what it feels;
Forget and forgive, thrash and thrive,
Fulfill these dreams now that I feel alive;
Chaos is my middle name and sometimes I freak out,
Pain gives me pleasure and scars are what it’s all about,
Ingrained in me is the pride and ego you loathe and self-doubt,
I am coming down like a sea storm in your days of drought.
Fuse and form, flow and feel,
Blend in the darkness for light is your deal;
Dos and don’ts, watch and listen,
Let the power of love in your eyes glisten;
Pray and plead, flip and turn,
Fairy tales and happy endings are not what I yearn;
Chaos is my middle name and sometimes I freak out,
Pain gives me pleasure and scars are what it’s all about,
Ingrained in me is the beauty which is never going to burn out,
I am coming down like a sea storm in your days of drought.
Burns and bruises, plays and charades,
My fading youth as the time tears me apart;
Foolish and brave, fumes and faith,
The flash of your memory reduced to a wraith;
Blues and whites, loss and gain,
The sky above my head is pouring blood in vain;
Chaos is my middle name and sometimes I freak out,
Pain gives me pleasure and scars are what it’s all about,
The thousands of kisses I stole from your mouth,
Beware for I shall come like a sea storm in your days of drought.
You absolutely nailed it! Awesome. 🙂
I am glad you are not pissed at me!!! 😀
Good idea and thoughts but not in a poetic rythem like the flow is not balanced, they say in urdu, wazn barabar nahi hai.
Still love the concept and words. Good work keep it up.
I am merely a learner, I hope one day I will be able to achieve the expertise to ensure that my poetry has fluidity and flows smoothly. Any form of criticism is always welcome, instead it is what encourages me to do better than mere compliments. Thank you for taking out the time to read and for offering me your piece of mind.
Blessings,
-Naima
This is a very strong poem. Really deep and hard core. Only this line gives me pause. Pain gives me pleasure and scars are what it’s all about. Pain giving pleasure. I use to think that . Now I now realize it wasn’t pleasure but understanding. I thought some of my best poems were the tragic, self pity, painful poems. They are good but joy that emerged from the pain iis much better better. 🙂
Wow, very deep, Naima. Wonderful poem! ♥
Magnifique! You are simply great! I love this.
I guess, this the best of you so far. Of course, I love other poems.
But this is the best! 🙂
What do I say, Naima! You leave me short of words ❤
Love love love this!
It’s wonderful reading your work!
Hi ❤
Wow, this was beautiful *applause*
Also just caught up with all the missed blog posts, couldn't comment on all but your words pull heart strings. Keep doing what you're doing ❤
Much love & Hugs
B
Beautiful poem. A hint of a riddle. Fast and flowing.
I loved this poem 🙂 This poem somewhat describes my present situation also and it was good to feel it all via your words 😉 I re-read it as a song, kind of a rap and it was great 😉 Naima, you’re awesome with your way of thinking and powerful poems 🙂
Anything fresh to kill a drought.. is a very nice thought 🙂
Perhaps, it is. As long as we know what we are up to and it does not harm anybody. Thank you for reading.
Blessings,
-Naima
As usual , beautiful!!