Whatever Is To DoWe were ever so worriedWhen we found the knotted nooseAnd scribbled diary entriesWith tales of self abuseTeenage tears and tantrumsCan easily be explainedBut what on earth would cause theseFreshly dripped blood stainsWe were ever so worriedWhen you locked yourself in your roomPainted the walls pitch blackAnd ignorantly we assumedThat this was just a phaseThat it would soon come to passAnd pass it indeed did doFar too soon and far too fastWe were ever so worriedWhen you dyed black your hairNo longer did we recogniseThe child that was once hereOur precious little angelWhere did your shaken bones goAnd why did you leave us hereWith no reason and no noteWe were ever so worriedTo find an empty bedNo more teenage tantrumsJust endless silence insteadIf we could bring you homeTake care and start a newWe'd sit our precious girl downAnd ask 'whatever is to do?''
In Love, I RemainI hold the guitar against meBut I'm afraid it just wont doNo notes that I play could compareTo the symphony that is youSo who is the orchestratorOf this harmonic eleganceThe beauty of which sustains meWith such a lasting resonanceAngels, please sing us a chorusAnd paint the clouds so silver linedMay she always dream in colourAnd may I always speak in rhymeOne single whispered word from herAlways seems to eclipse my painWith belief, hope and destinyForever in love, I remainI hold the paintbrush in my handUntil creative thoughts will ceaseBut no strokes could ever come closeTo your beautiful masterpieceEach colour is so delicateSo rare and so understatedFrom a birth and a blank canvasTo potential God createdAngels, please sing us a chorusAnd paint the clouds so silver linedMay she always dream in colourAnd may I always speak in rhymeOne single whispered word from herAlways seems to eclipse my painWith belief, hope and destinyForever in love, we re
BlindWhen I close my green eyesIf I focus I can seePeople and places from my pastEtched in my memoryIf a blind man closes his eyesWhat can he possibly seeWithout any visual imagesStored in his memoryHow do I describe colourTo man who is born blindThe same way I describe my loveWithin these heart felt rhymesWhen I close my green eyesI use my mind to conjure upDreams of the future, based onPages already written in my bookIf a blind woman closes her eyesWhat future can she seeUnable to visualiseHer fate and her destinyHow do I describe colourTo woman who is born blindThe same way I describe my loveWithin these heart felt rhymes
Bi-PolaroidWill you take a Polaroid pictureAnd shake it in your handAs you wait for it to developPlease try to understandThat my smile might as well be paintedMy tears photoshopped outI'll add a caption on the reverseSo there will be no doubtThat I swing low like a pendulumIn a grandfather clockThat I fly high as a soaring kiteWith each tick and each tockWill you take a Polaroid pictureAnd hold me in your handsAs you wait for me to developPlease try to understandThere'll be days when I'm as cold as iceI'll thaw myself for youAnd those things I said with aggressionI will try to undoYou should take me in to a dark roomAnd shake me till its clearThe love I show you is very realThe hate just comes from fear
Writers BlockThere is a heart in a ribcageAnd a brain sitting in a skullThere is a history that is voidAnd potential which is nullJust puddles of inspirationWhere the vast ocean once sprayedAn endless tide of moonshineSwelled upon my parchment pageThere's a brain sitting in a skullThere is a heart in a ribcageThere is ink in my fountain penBut still no words on my pageJust embers of inspirationWhere a great fire once roaredI'll stoke it with those memoriesI've been afraid of and ignored
The Unread BookYou only see the outlinePlease take a closer lookI am the silhouetteI am the unread bookLetters and words within meArranged in such a wayThis narrative keeps the readers eyes fixedTo the words that I sayEvoking an array of emotionsFrom the first page to the lastKeep you from putting me downChapter to paragraphHeroes and heroinesActing out in fictional arenasFacts and figures educateAnd quench lifes thinkers and dreamersThe feel of my page on your fingersThe scent that lies withinThey judge me on my appearanceBefore the first chapter even beginsSo I remain on the shelfSlowly gathering dustNowadays they rarely look beyond my coverI am the unread book
Take My Blood InsteadEvery morning without failI wake up at 5 o'clockMy bones are aware of somethingOf which my mind is notThey tell me to move forwardPropelling me from my bedDon't drain me of ambitionPlease take my blood insteadEvery morning without failThe sun shines on where I layCharacters in place, stage is setWhat'll fate offer me todayMister mundane mumblesFrom his melancholic headDon't rob me of the sunlightPlease take my blood insteadEvery morning without failYou give me belief in fateBefore this pensive pillowIs lowered to suffocateFake feathers smother my faceThere will be no tears shedDon't take their memories of mePlease take my blood instead
It's (not) All OverStrangely emotionalFor one who never feelsAnd if I ever didI always chose to concealMother is proud of meEven when I told herThirty two years of ageAnd it is all overStrangely fictionalIs my life to this pointFrom the moment of birthWhen they chose to anointFather is so proud of meEven when I told himThat I have seen the truthI will be a MuslimStrangely optimisticMy mood is these daysMaybe it's her soothing wordsMaybe it's His healing waysShe said she'd be my best friendIf I could not convertBut belief came so easyOnce my eyes had seen hers