Category Archives: expression

No more colours

Just like an empty Sunday,

We wish away,

The barren moments taking form and shape,

Playing tricks in the light, painting a maze,

a blurry haze,

In between new ideas,

There lie dormant fears,

Colours seep,

From view and we are knee deep,

Wading through layers,

Finding our own way out,

So don’t tell me to smile,

Hold back or live in denial

Till I am ready, and have walked this mile.

Till every stain has been washed away,

and nothing remains.

Faatima

 

 

 

Let it be known

Innovation

Let it be known,

that words alone,

cannot get down to the bone,

of how it feels when stones are thrown,

or the stories of the places we chose to roam,

or even of that which we call home,

expression being our way to play fair,

each word written with precision and care,

a need to share,

the things that we cannot always blare,

out loud in plain terms,

quick and witty words,

are on paper so forward,

to make sense of and discern,

well that paper can burn,

from the fire of our creative desire,

maybe not a tale of pure laughter,

or the story of a happily ever after

but at least the closing of a chapter,

Faatima

 

 

 

Calm

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Straight from the belly of the beast,

the flames were unleashed,

the tidal waves were released,

to quench the thirst and quell the flames, they died down with ease,

as we release resistance to this disease,

so do as you please,

but in the process, I digress,

that some things we do not forget,

through our attempt let the day turn on it’s head,

staring into the darkness of this abyss,

with clenched fists,

a dare,

this game is certainly not one where they play fair,

architects of challenging us all,

with zero sign of a soul,

beyond and through the dark hole,

myopic, unexposed,

when from the horizon somewhere,

the winds of change arrive swirling in rhythm with our dancing hair

flying around, moving to the melody of what remains in the mist, a place unaware,

everything takes shape,

in this dreamscape,

everything that we cannot escape,

Faatima

 

 

Life hack

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Would it really be so bad?

If I’m honest I’ll be glad,

for tables to turn,

but eventually we earn,

an unexpected burn,

surprise, we learnt,

not to grasp,

with nails that dig and clasp,

beyond the chaotic lack of coordination there is a cue,

clicking into motion the desire to move,

jam to a new groove,

something different to do,

few people choose,

really choose what this is,

without delusion, taking the hint,

emancipated from all the lows and highs,

as they arrive,

it flashed right before our eyes,

learning how to survive,

a crossing off,

some kind of a loss,

washed off by the raindrops,

terminated and floored,

this mission we abort,

back-track,

just a little life hack,

as the month comes to a close,

we are finally woke,

imminent, we were provoked.

Faatima

Discovery

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Some things are fated,

undebated,

the trick is,

not to think,

and before you have the chance to blink,

red softens into pink,

we make a link,

and take a drink,

from the fountain of what it means to exist,

what it means to not sink,

under the pressure,

of the waves that cover,

each and every endeavour,

because reason is stronger..

and there is still more to discover.

Faatima

Missing

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Lost at the fall,

of dusk, forlorn, awaiting dawn,

we have withdrawn, not so patiently pacing the ocean floor,

staring upwards at the shore, in hopes of something more,

Piscean memories are stored,

the facts cannot be ignored,

slightly desensitised,

mistaken and now it is clear why

but clarity always comes at a price,

there is not much left inside,

of the sea-creature that once did reside,

in the belly of the beast, feeding off like a leach,

it died,

just like the blindingly white, daylight,

which was taken over by darker skies,

yet nothing can truly hide,

in the safety net of the night,

when the molecular structure of water is broken down into wine,

a taste really quite refined,

so much revealed,

cracked open the concealed,

elemental forecast,

tells me that nothing will last,

because the ebbing sea,

does not agree,

with the easy breeze,

instead it laps up violently anything in it’s way,

stating it’s claim,

with no regret and no shame.

Faatima

 

 

Late

 

Image result for chaosJust like that the ocean overfilled, it brimmed and frothed and foamed and the tides consumed the sand on shore,

It was half past four,

where had the day gone?

was I wrong? To for a moment forget the oncoming tempest of what is to come.

This beach life was a breeze till it started catching up to me that these things are not free, time constraints rarely leave, when do we get a chance to catch a moment to simply breathe?

Is it when we finally catch some disease? Bound and must give up what we thought came with such ease, time finally seems to freeze,

got what we wanted needed,

denied by these lies, believed and we are greeted,

by a not so friendly knock on the doors, winds of change,

before it really is too late.

Faatima