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Shoaib Malik Poem
You walk on me like a sidewalk
And write on me like chalk
I go blind just seeing you talk
My teeth are numb from hearing you walk
I’m caught in your vision
In the crosshairs of your indecision
Like a shadow I’ll lead you when it’s chilly
You’re a snow tiger, a white lily
Letting your lips light up this city
Ready to fly away like a kite when it’s windy
I’m trapped well within your throwing range
Surrounded by landmines and incoming grenades
Your aroma ignites scented candles
This fire is more than I can handle
Empty beach, bare feet, and no sandals
Run over me like bulls ready to trample
I’m a target and you’re so insightful
So let’s see how good you’re really are with that sniper rifle
Plane from the beach to the lake
Like a priceless vase about to break
Your style is too good to be fake
6.a.m, like stolen pearls you’ve gone to sleep and I lie in your wake
I’m stuck in a rut of indecision to give or take
40 million ways to die and I get bit by a charming snake
In a fit of happiness we have but one life to live
And you’ve given him the most precious thing you could give
Angelic wings, a devilish grin, and a story with more holes than a sieve
Lie to someone else who can’t tell when you fib about your sins
Shut up listen, let me finish, I’ve come back again ready to win
In a losing a battle to a stabbed back, busted lip, and broken chin
Is this your way to raise hell when the heavens fell yesterday?
And with nothing left to lose, axed back, you ask “why not wish it all away?”
I didn’t think I would come back, blue and black, to a see another day where I lay
betrayed
Have something amazing erase my face, spit out the taste where waste remains
But before you speak, and think I’m weak, let me show you something unique
I never fell but stayed on my feet, having you beat by keeping the promise I made
weeks ago in my speech
So now you’re dead to me and I’m dead to you
Do you remember what I said to you?
No matter how far you are… I’m one step ahead of you
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Shoaib Malik Poem
I'm standing here; still; but the world I feel is spinning
For every action there is a reaction so when I lose you're winning
What's my purpose? I'm hurt by this; not knowing the reason I exist
Unsurpassable bliss, life's a gift so what must I do important as experience this?
Birthday wish, love's first kiss, I'm leaving things I know I will miss
Reasons you let go, the seasons grow forgetful and I get lost in the midst.
Were we once copasetic, but she left me emotionally apathetic
My energetic aesthetic now just pathetic, our bodies' motion kinetic
Electric we danced in verses poetic, and then you said you wanted it less hectic
I can't pretend I hadn't dreamt it, It hurts knowing the words that slipped I meant it
My broken heart mended you took it unintended then went back and bent it
My one and only, the way you hold me, know that this world is cold and lonely
And though you left me alone reasons unknown to me know that I have flown and
can see
So here's a token of my affection, past moments broken reflection
Your words spoken perfection, I swore for your protection
And you tore that connection with deception when all I wanted was your touch
We didn't need to say much keeping our secrets on the hush, so what happened
to that trust
You know I went driving striving to find a reason to stay alive in
This world so many thrive in, I didn't think surviving your conniving was worth
reviving
I shifted till I thought I would crash, but I lifted up and fought off collapse
Then I thought of what I would be missing and brought out a laugh
Without you know that I'm drifting today and what we once had has slipped away
So I'm leaving this place because it's the only way I can leave you behind
And not to say that this thought today won't ever leave my mind
In leaving a once loved I leave ones I still love and I'm using all of my strength to
do it
My friends; my life they helped me through it, I'd take a bullet for you ... shoot me
and I'll prove it
See when I was doing my thinking it was of them who I thought and that's why I
swerved
My life's not going to be ended by a median curb I've learned life by having
observed
A witness to tragedy, not to miss this is my strategy, which I will forever save
I'm leaving this place, thank you for letting me believe in your face and making
me brave
For those I once loved and to those I still do, here is my thank you and my
goodbye wave
My love for you I could never tell you so I'll just bring it down to my grave someday
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Shoaib Malik Poem
It's late or early, I can't tell which one
We're not on some secret island with a picturesque sun
The palm tree buildings; strolling holding your arm on these concrete beaches
Freedom building and living as far as the philosophy to be me reaches
I still remember it was those golden eyes I got lost in
Smokey sewers on those December frozen cold nights in Boston
Hand in hand with no plan but body warmth on dark streets
Time fades from my mind why did you decide to split me apart at Park Street
Our shadows like shallow words hollow; is time to blame for all of our sorrows?
And if Apollo brings tomorrow I vow never let anyone else to pill my heart and
swallow
From downtown to Lansdowne the evanescence of your essence
You presence once luminescent grew into the only thing that impeded my
convalescence
The acquiescence of your gentle lips set my soul on fire artist/arsonist
In the midst of happiness your betrayal a catharsis in the darkened mist
See the vitality in my veins? The hurt you left me with brought me clarity
And in reality I'll never be the same; this do or die mentality haunts me with
sincerity
In deepest of moments where I don't know where I'm going
I'm traveling unworn paths in the city that's never slowing
I think back not wanting escape despite the price I paid for elegant negligence
I don't feel the same heartbreak my heart used to partake and your face has lost
its relevance
We both know mishaps happen the knife in my back was like somebody slapped
me
I was angry for a while but life's to short to hold back; I just want you to be happy
She fades in the past; you shine now as mine through and through
Was it fate that brought me to you? Every time I talk to you we share something
new
With you every minute I'm so in it, this golden woven knit of your love and trust
shines infinite
In a bit we'll have fallen deeper intimate; you're holding my stolen past so
innocent
Like city converges with the sea your arms emerge freely right in front of me
Finally free, it seems we all just need that hurt to make us again breath and
believe
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don't understand your subtle statements
A recollection of days spent in each others basement; wasted
With candlelight camp-fires that could calm the nerves of a pilot crashing
or a mother dying to give life out of nothing more than fear and passion
There's was a place silent, void of any holes
Where not even frequencies unheard by man could penetrate the distance
between our souls
A time when we needed each other for love and comfort like money to keep us
living
Was it really time and space forcing our distance? no, but time is unforgiving
To little is the time left where nothing seems to go right
So i took that one last gasping breath waiting for the impact holding the seat tight
relax; letting the airbags do their magic, i begin to think of the science behind it
before i go through the windshield
tragic how the common irrational thoughts can hypnotize if you're not willing to
feel healed
Images of blood flooded in the eyes of an ocean
A transparent turquoise with greenish tints reminiscent of sun soaked beaches
where smiles are the currency of emotion.
I am vacant like an empty apartment, renovated to make a quick sale but easily
torn apart
I left you voiceless, handicapped with no blue ribbon for a life well spent breaking
pieces of me and mending another's heart
White like the light of stars traveling a billion miles to get here are your teeth
which repeat sweet lies
Like the dissipated whispers of affection you spoke to me on the beach at
sunrise
You were lucky to get out when you did, you didn't have to play paramedic to the
broken arms that you once held me in
Gone, now beyond medicine's advances is my instrument of sin
The heart not the legs and arms that kept me at your whims
Speak to me you say, i call it the "art of losing a limb"
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