Breathing in toxic
Living with no fear
The ice may melt at any time
The end is always near
If there is a God above,
watching over me…
Hold me close; hold my heart
I will forever fight for thee
Change
you’re changing right now
only because this is real
this is happening, this is NOW.
It’s not everything, but a touch on the present
See my change,
reflect my cognition
and beat to drums on my peace
Change Is constant
you aren’t.
Muse in a school bus
This is where innocence dies...
Can you hear me, life? It cries…
I sit here; I reflect.
Do you see them?
The eternal joy in their eyes…
Children of eight, glum-faced with nausea
Glee deprived, stolen every day
Piece of their soul eaten in minutes
as they gaze emptily,
the outside’s muse
Joy passes away
The monotony, heavy movements
The need to play, to revel
Expression through their eyes
Knowing no other way
The last straw left to rebel
Doubting the existence of fresh air
We are jungles of concrete
With no jubilance, nor smiles
The seat belts trap their meek waists
Silently choking, no air
Failing to breathe
Control, Society, Dull, Routines.
Drives us into steep ravines
Uniforms pressed; fresh shoe-shine
Favors from our mothers, the only benign
Kissing her soft face, bovine.
Does she scare you?
One rotten mood that entangles all wisps
of a reciprocated happiness
All she wanted was to lay on the floor,
cry and fall asleep
to release this void into some cosmos
Her occasional blame reasons
with this short love affair
when he didn’t feel the love..
Did she scare everyone away?
-Hanaa Azmi/12C/June 2013
Living with no fear
The ice may melt at any time
The end is always near
If there is a God above,
watching over me…
Hold me close; hold my heart
I will forever fight for thee
Change
you’re changing right now
only because this is real
this is happening, this is NOW.
It’s not everything, but a touch on the present
See my change,
reflect my cognition
and beat to drums on my peace
Change Is constant
you aren’t.
Muse in a school bus
This is where innocence dies...
Can you hear me, life? It cries…
I sit here; I reflect.
Do you see them?
The eternal joy in their eyes…
Children of eight, glum-faced with nausea
Glee deprived, stolen every day
Piece of their soul eaten in minutes
as they gaze emptily,
the outside’s muse
Joy passes away
The monotony, heavy movements
The need to play, to revel
Expression through their eyes
Knowing no other way
The last straw left to rebel
Doubting the existence of fresh air
We are jungles of concrete
With no jubilance, nor smiles
The seat belts trap their meek waists
Silently choking, no air
Failing to breathe
Control, Society, Dull, Routines.
Drives us into steep ravines
Uniforms pressed; fresh shoe-shine
Favors from our mothers, the only benign
Kissing her soft face, bovine.
Does she scare you?
One rotten mood that entangles all wisps
of a reciprocated happiness
All she wanted was to lay on the floor,
cry and fall asleep
to release this void into some cosmos
Her occasional blame reasons
with this short love affair
when he didn’t feel the love..
Did she scare everyone away?
-Hanaa Azmi/12C/June 2013