[obsoleteandobvious]

It would be really fun if y'all send me your happiest/saddest memories and i write poem based on those. Or maybe not?

Idk just some thoughts. Lol.

Take care:)

[obsoleteandobvious]

Dear diary,

Sometimes i wonder if alice ever wished she never found a way out of the rabbit hole because sometimes when the gravity is pulling you down more than it should, when the earth just dont spin right and you can feel it down your feet or when you keep changing the batteries in your clock because the earth has wondered off its orbit, it is these illusions of clouds and half moon which motivates you to take a step forward, and again,the beautiful lies we tell ourselves what keeps us going. The world we create, that let us breathe.

Today, marks one month since ive been to the third level. My wife, she will never believe me. But iam sure that ive been there. Like alice have been to wonderland. and i think we have all fell into a rabbithole of our own,

When the edges of this world gets sharp we seek another, , Live not in your head but in reality is what they say, but Is'nt reality something we make up ourselves?

We paint our own reality and claim the colours are dim, and that there is nowhere beyond them. But there is. Beyond the horizons there lies a world so real you feel fictional. And i have ran off the borders of the universe, away from the reality ive painted into the world where dreamers reside into the word where the light cant trick you. This world, is a bit sad with sun not yellow and the moon with no light, but i assure you it is better than this world with blue skies,where it is game of finding who can bite back their tears the best. And yet we find a way out, we always do. Because that is how things are, no matter how hard we try there is no way we can run away from this universe forever,

even after we bid our bodies goodbye, we live on, taking and retaking shapes.There is no escape from these shackles on my wrists and feet clanking with the weight of life.

I wonder if alice ever wishes she never found a way out bacause my lord, i do.

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The earth is not spinning right

I can feel it down my feet

I think it wandered off its orbit

For iam so out of time

Iam not breathing right

I think the sky is cut open

For i saw it out my window

Or maybe the light is tricking me again

Like when i turned skywards on an evening

And thought the sun was yellow

Iam not feeling alright

The bee is thirsty for the nector

But the flower is not bloomed yet

I tried changing batteries of my clock

For the hands are not moving right

Or am i just feeling down?

-safiya

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Telephone booth half eaten by moss

But not yet to mourn for his loss

Obsolete and obvious

None stops by to say a hi

A different timeframe

Where he does'nt belong

Oh how

He could go along the winds

Only if time was something you could tame

His glass is covered in dirt

So i thought he reflects anyone no more

Until my mirror proved me wrong

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Oh to have her hands over my soul, to have my soul pulled off my body gently but slowly so that my muscles can turn black with the pain and my lungs can reach out for air for the first time in a long while.

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I've been counting the turtles for so long

That i've lost count of my own bones

Oh the shape iam in, ive grown tired of it

Once i was a dreamer caught in-between

Death or life grand me either

I hear no song, no whisper

Of green nor are my lungs crying for air

The strand of a hair that iam walking on,

I have been walking since adam first learned

To name or when shame became a thing

It seems never ending grand me my wish and break this bridge

Let my flesh burn till it turnes black

Let me crawl outside of this skin

Ive grown tired of prayers and screams

Ive grown tired of counting the turtles.

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And just like that iam the grass,the sky and everything in between.Lips curling, breath steadying,iam alive. The foxes are waiting, the crows are announcing a feast. Dreaming of aching,i lay there,at the foot the time to call my name.

[obsoleteandobvious]

Sometimes i fantasize over how beautiful it would be. If not beautiful, at least how better it would be only if we have known at the right time that the black holes in our souls that grow as the night time approches have an explanation. Only If we have been told to take everything slowly and to pause when needed,instead of the sin and cos. i wonder how bettter the air would have been,if the dumpest system of all in the history, the system and practise of memorizing the words and formula which means nothing to you, to memorise only to forget the very day after, to memorise and pass the exams and then claim yourself as "Educated". And thenforgeting to live in this process of being "educated"

Maybe one day, when "within the box" is not a thing and our minds wonder beyond the horizons, one day we will waste time laughing when the grass tickles us and spent time researching our interests. We will be Curious about the different ways we are broken, and to know whats beyond the skies.

We will live and breathe deep.

[obsoleteandobvious]

And tears as my ink, i penned down the pain.

A story written on my cheeks,

That no one would dare to read.

The coldness of the words neatly sewn in salty tears

will no doubt make the mighty sea shiver.

~safiya

[obsoleteandobvious]

Sitting here by the window

I see the earth spin

no sunset or sunrise

just seeing the truth unwrapped.

I see no phases of the moon

And with all its faults.

They lied about the twinkling stars

And the shimmering moon.

They lied about almost everything that seemed beautiful.

Sometimes this makes me wonder

If you are one of their lie too.

-safiya

[obsoleteandobvious]

It would be really fun if y'all send me your happiest/saddest memories and i write poem based on those. Or maybe not?

Idk just some thoughts. Lol.

Take care:)

[obsoleteandobvious]

Words are not enough to tell your tales,

So let me rhyme with the rhythm of the bird

Or in the languages of the light,

Where the brightness of it,

Is a disguise to the ancient stories,

of pain and sufferings.

And with all that came and is yet to come,

The light carries on no matter what,

dancing in the waves of time.

you are no different than the light.

When you still breath in,

when you think you cant,

You are painting the flowers with the light in you,

to bring a smile to the one who listen to the colours of your might.

~safiya

[obsoleteandobvious]

Listen to the stories of time read out by the sea in the words of light and you may find the route to the buried treasure in the sand.

~safiya

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She is aurora in a human body,

The raining of the lights in colour.

She is the remembrance of myself breathing,

And the secret behind my victory

in the mightiest fights of all,

To breathe when the world's falling apart.

She taught me the courage to wake up

every day and breathe in the flowers

grown from my tears.

~safiya

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