naeemajusthasthoughts
Naeema
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 6 days ago
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Honour
I searched for you in the depths A mess be it any less, A thought A life A simple lie But you were nowhere inside, Only the shame created by a man.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 26 days ago
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I think I have something.
unsure it's kinda funny,
not the laughing kind of funny
but the I just can't believe it kind,
bouncing full of life, it has to be a lie.
I think I have something
a name, a pray, a win,
it's something to me
even when doubts creeps in
it's still all of me
It kinda feels like free.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 1 month ago
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I've been putting too much pressure on myself that I just can't seem to write anything at the moment. I kind of feel lost with not having a way to let out some of my emotions. I feel like I'm bursting at the seems and I feel like have to pretend that there is nothing that is affecting me around other people, when all I want to do is scream. Shout out that I need time to collect my broken self, put myself together and heal from my mind. But there is no time for that as the year comes to an end and it gets harder and harder to pretend that I'm okay. I just want to be okay.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 3 months ago
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Today,
I bought a bag of dog food
I couldn't help but shed some tears.
it lasted way too long
made me remember the day I got you.
What a small thing, I hope you could feel my love
That small beady eyes filled with hope,
somehow you stole all of my heart
never really stopped it
but I didn't really know it, till the day
you wouldn't be there when I call your name.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 3 months ago
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I don't want to know it's name anymore,
I want to feel it as though it is a memory
Leave it and forget it,
like the seasons of my life.
Honestly I have ran out of time.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months ago
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Solace in your arms
I regret telling you I don't care,
be it your heart or your eyes
I found some peace there.
Now a cold bed is all I have.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months ago
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Whispers of the Broken
I've kept my truth too close to my heart. If ever asked; the lies would spew affecting everything in its path, holding my emotions apart I created my lonely tower out of all my broken parts.
All alone in my ever wonder I lied when I spoke of my lover, honestly, there was never ever none just a lonely heart solving a sum, unknown to the depths of my lungs my heart will never be young.
If I ever told you my secrets I promise you, you'll run. Apart from broken, I will succumb I will be resolved in my attempts grappling with a truth unkempt. And then… I will know, that my mind was always right.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months ago
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Can I leave this world in peace
at least let my heart know love again
and send me away with a smile
placed gently on my face.
It's the only wish I ever had.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months ago
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Dismalness
Countless hours are broken. unable to leave, unspoken To a life unresolved in the open.
an unreliable heart unable to let go reading a memory unprovoked. forgotten hardships left on their own , silence as golden brought in their own hope.
The heart was a silly instrument. violence on a violin shuttered melodies rested on slighted shoulders, Heavy without any burdens it broke that hope all on its own.
Sorrow travelled and settled in the heart so far down, it became lost. a hole formed at last black to the touch, consumed even the very soul. Now nothing can go there anymore.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 4 months ago
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Written (somewhere)
I don't understand
your poetry either you said wearing a curiously configured grimace
on your striking face or, at least, that is what I thought it was.
'Turns out it was a way of communicating we'd yet to encounter
like the key to an alien transportation device which could be activated by a wink or a genial smile
delivering us to where the cypher to my poetry was surely to be found buried underneath a mountain
of bewitching undergarments.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months ago
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It's Not Your Fault
I blocked out all the bad memories, stored them so far back, I couldn’t even find my way back. Lost in the darkest part of my mind for so long, your light became so frightening. No understanding could break through.
Couldn't hold back the crying, made myself stronger than I looked. That heart of stone was a lie— it still breaks like gold, hidden behind a legion of coal. If only the cracks could disappear, perhaps there would be something to repair.
I couldn't walk out of this alive. The tongue could only ever lie, and the pain was the one driving to a destination unknown, only to me. So out of reach, it's hard to breathe. If only I could have found some peace, perhaps I could have saved the last piece of me.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months ago
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Hidden
Breathing is hard, countless indicators are meaningless. When death came knocking, I thought I saw it in the mirror: a face that was not mine.
I broke the mirror, replaced it, but that face never changed. A cold-hearted constant, reminder of the broken, endlessly suffering.
My heart never stood a chance. I cannot breathe; my lungs are full. The choice was blinding, my love the catalyst.
I don't want any reminding, but the truth stood fixed, unchanging. Even when meaning was lost, you stared at me, unnerving.
I stood there, broken, not knowing that the last image of you would wreck my heart thoroughly.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months ago
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I can't believe that I have to face a day without you...
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months ago
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I don't love you
But you run after me
As though I am your happy ending
I'm selfish
And used you just as you thought.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 5 months ago
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The Words has a Mind of Its Own
Been grappling with words recently.
A broken mind in a distressed time
don’t know what to write
it doesn’t always come out right
was it supposed to sound like that?
not happy with the end results
I think I lost myself
in an isolated time
no one in and on one out
just an endless options of words
and a lonely blank page.
The heart beats cannot even explain
the brain can only watch in distaste
detached like the rest
it just cannot seem to rest
wide awake in the endless seems
and the moon doesn’t ever sing.
That doesn’t sound right
should it have ended like that?
I am sure I am right
these words doesn’t even make sense
when they all in my head,
It only ever taste like dust
the moment the words touch the page
is this the moment I would combust?
I just want to let it all out
so why am I in this fight?
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 6 months ago
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Waiting for You
I lost again. I thought of you once more broke the last piece of me as though it was a decree only to live through heartache once more.
Sacrifice the pain let it lay there in the storm, perhaps I would remember that part of us in december where the embers was still warmer leaving the heart to wander in the evergreens hills in wonder and never ever be deceived or even a little bit naive, but there is still a part of me dispiritedly still wanting to be with you once more.
Though those thoughts should be abandon I don't even want to imagine myself ever trying to forget the days of my happy fate only ever being in my dreamer’s state now my heart is confused once more.
That should be me by your side and not searching for little bits of lights that was solely left out of sight, yet I still desperately wait with wanting for the day that you would come back with your happy smile that should only be mine and not only living in my mind.
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 6 months ago
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#poetry #beautifulpoems
Reflections at Dawn
Laying in my bed, and losing track of time, when i visit my mind, so many thoughts, new and old, keeps me cold, and exhausted, analyzing each and every action, or planning every meeting, that could possibly go wrong.
shadows of my past, wants to visit me all the time, just waiting for me to have my guard down, so they can haunt me, whenever i have these reflections at dawn.
©Pen_Pain_Poetry
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