Can You Guess My Name?
I was given to you with a manual, a guide so precise.
I came with a expiration date, my time to suffice.
The world welcomed me joyfully and gave me a name.
Now I am dying, no longer the same.
Unlike any entity on earth I know the time,
The second of my death, it's eerie chime.
I know the successor who will take my place,
The one humans await with an eager face.
In my span I've known your secrets, your every plan.
If use of the manual has you feeling joy and pride,
If in your mind God is smiling at you, you'll thank me,
You'll remember me and move forward, eyes opened wide.
If not, you will celebrate my end with cheer,
Welcoming my successor fresh and clear.
Brand new, untainted, with hope anew,
For better days ahead, a brighter view.
I Am The Year 2024
Your Manual: The Bible
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Total # Lines: 24 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
Total # Words: 158
You’ve stopped talking to me and I don’t know why...
I hate this - this feeling - this anguish, with it’s retinue of mysteries.
Was it something I said? I’m sorry - I curse my rebel lips.
Was it something I didn’t say? I’m sorry - I was the unaware child.
I’m just a girl – not some faultless machine
There needs to be a manual – a manual for... everything - so I'd know.
Is there a more contemporary narrative than disappointment at the hands of this Internet plaything - this toy-like trap we hope will inform us and we think we command?
I know questioning destroys some things.. but I don’t understand.
I don’t understand.
When are we gonna leave this mood
You keep dreaming under the roof of imagination that you are with this person
And for how long are we gonna keep snaping in our head
The sounds alone keep making it real and steady active
We are now busy with imaginariness
When is this fiction transform to non fiction
We have the master plan and we haven’t taken a step into action and we keep wallowing.
Al Quran is the manual, a roadmap to follow
but it is not easy to see these treasures, we only saw them once and since then we ve been in imaginary.
The birds are pilot, they are nimble they go boundlessly and they are kings in the air
who create creat them if not ALLAH SWT
We are left with the option to consult the birds if they could help
We are now objects of mockery and ridicule in the eyes of birds
Because they are full of actions and we are the shyest of creature
They tagged us “Existing but inactive”
And they said
Hope you aren’t jaded of this your unsure awaiting love
We would avail and we hope your unreal burnishing love will not reverse to waning love.
Truly love is found but it must be followed Islamically
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