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Risha Fairuz Poem
I carved my name
In the edge of his ear
I carved my warmth
In the back of his neck
And I wanted to carve more of me
In places of his
He was mine more than I was his
He was not innocent
He carved things over and over again
My lips, my neck, my chest
Like it wasn’t deep enough, he’d do it over and over again
But I don’t mind
He was wilder than I could ever be
Bolder too
And his hands, the great gift of God,
That made me a kind of art today
I was his sculputure, more I was his than he was mine
Copyright © Risha Fairuz | Year Posted 2015
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Risha Fairuz Poem
I did things he doesn't know, yet
Things that'd get him mad
Things that he already said not to do
Things that I wanted to do so badly for some time
I wish he won't find out
So that I can keep it as my little secret
Between myself and I
But he have always been so good at solving things
Things that get him mad
No matter how hard I try to hide it
He'll find ways to get me spill my secret
But he can't never know this one
Because he'll leave me without returning
Maybe ever again
So, please keep my secret
As I play with my skin
Feeling the sensation of dying
He can't never know about this one
Or any other secrets we will make
Let's touch the northern sky
Or just get high on endorphines.
Copyright © Risha Fairuz | Year Posted 2015
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Risha Fairuz Poem
She kept it all inside
her fear, her voices, her thought.
as her mother wouldn't understand and her father won't listen.
She kept it all inside
Her screams would only screams silence
and no one would notice how her tears were very invisible.
She make herself to believe that she is fine
even though fine is far away from where she is
She believed the lies she told herself
till it's too late, she realized she couldn't speak the truth
She only could told others lies she always said to her self.
"I'm fine."
"I am loved."
"I am at my best time."
"I'm okay."
"You can do this."
"Do not give up."
"Time will heal our scars."
"Nothing is wrong."
She kept it all inside
Even when all around her started to distance themselves
because she couldn't tell them the truth they seek
But all the lies she had told were her belief.
She kept it all inside, bottled up, ready to burst.
But still, it was all inside.
And she died inside, everyday.
She kept it all inside to feel a bit of what they told as the state of 'fine'.
But all she felt was numb, to the point that fine was not a word that meant for her to feel.
Yet, she'll told everyone she's fine as the word was meant to be her's.
Copyright © Risha Fairuz | Year Posted 2016
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