NAZIRA'S NOTEBOOK

Tag: #poem

  • 42

    Forty-two is here The meaning of life According to some (I know the reference But haven’t read the book) Forty-two but more Solar cycles ten-ish days longer Than soul guiding lunar ones Placing me somewhere Between forty-three and forty-four Six full regenerations Of seven-year itches Trying to escape The unwanted self Find greener grass Insignificant →

  • Fair Share

    One day I wish I could take my fat And slice it up And hand it out to All those responsible For putting it there The bullies – Common and Medical variety The mockers And haters And ostracisers Those that drove me To sadness and despair And the biscuit tin Amongst others But Even after →

  • Blood and Water

    You have that look in your eye The tension, the fear The readiness for the blow You’re stressed, on edge A big burden for a small one to carry You have the ache in your legs From all the walking on eggshells You love and you loathe Need to run but stay close You don’t →

  • Your Life

    How is it That I have come to be Your entire existence? As you go about Your daily life You are aware I am there Constantly Thoughts of me Follow you Go before you Surround you Fill you Consume you Your senses Sense only me You touch Taste smell See hear me In everything Even →

  • War Games

    If it was one of your own that was dying From the depth of your soul you’d be crying But there ain’t much to say when In these war games you play Countless others Get blown away Where is your shame? It’s all part of the game We’re not to blame It’s just part of →