Beneath an archipelago of clouds, I find myself
thumb wrestling with words, placing dreams...
Before love came, she already
knew that its arrival would...
My voice isn't quite the way I want it to be:
soft, like a Scotch mist, but also pounding...
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A follow up to...
Free Verse
by: Rania Moallem...
On sunny days, you feel like a tourist; you
chew on a canary-coloured straw, and stop...
My dearest mother, You left us all
Walked out the door,And let us fall...
I'm a filing cabinet of records that holds dates...
reasons and insentives, agendas and dreams...
I wish I could blow kisses
onto anemic papered lines...
Imprisoned, in a Praxinoscope film.
You're every season, every shadow...
I wish I had more space instead
of flirting with the claustraphobia...
Here, I am.
I sit wide-eyed and ready for the day...