Tag: Sadig Gasim Mukhayer
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Dear
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer Dear Misery, I’m writing you first, because you’re always there. Though many fear you, I have grown accustomed to you, and as you love company, so do I so I keep you close, as close as I’d keep a lover, possibly closer, because a lover may leave, but you are always there.…
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Loving You
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer Loving you is easy ‘coz you’re beautiful But so damn hard at the same time Because your hard head hurts my sane mind Driving it behind to my insane one & I’m left trying to gain one upper hand But I find both my hands up in surrender & though tender…
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Canyon
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer Are you comfortable? Well lets begin. Let me paint a picture. You are seated in your favourite chair in the home of your dreams, comfort at its epitome. You have all that can come to mind and all that you desire is at your fingertips. You are happy. But fatefully you…
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I Lost My Soul
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer You see, I lost my soul. You see I lost my soul in a sea I can’t control. I can’t with hold emotions, my sanity’s over board & life’s at times an overlord, that dictates it’s evil hoards Of situations, karma and weather to cause discord So as I try to…
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It's Been A Year
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer It’s been a year… And I’ve felt the most amount of pain my brain could contain & I can claim that I maintained my sanity I’ve lost and gained my faith in humanity one too many times to say I understand reality & my reality provided me with a dream come…
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Composition
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer Day 1: We have been invaded Evaded, the stayed shots that made it Past the walls I barricaded Forced to face this occupation That I unwillingly part take in A force that foresees the fall of all in haste when Its rise it sees as necessary action To fractions from the…
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Poop (A Poem About Art)
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer They all stood around, not one making a sound See the critics were taken a back by mere the sight of it It was weighed pound for pound, created to astound All the critics felt confused by the sight of… Shit Whispers started forming, Some rejoiced some were mourning Critics we…
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Discrimination
by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer My fingers discriminate against my little pinky They say he doesn’t seem to do much He’s independent doesn’t care what the other fingers are thinking & most the time it seems his energy is used up When I type I rarely use him My middle finger claims I abuse him &…
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Well Done !
I am also stupid, stating that before I make the original statement of me being rash, which means I’ve rushed into making both statements, so in stating that I instigate a state that leaves me stale, oh well, or elephants footstep in a marsh to an ant, or an ants aunt or the other queen,…