Typo Girl: the Very First Sketch!

What thinketh you?

Rise Above

I'm taking a stand that doesn't really matter to anyone...Does anything anymore?

                              What have we brought ourselves to? "It's the state of the age" - Yes, and we're the masters of this morally void destiny.

              A person's word used to mean something. There were consequences beared for every action. "You lie, cheat & steal, and I tolerate it"...and I tolerate it...

                                                          No one questions themselves anymore. No one stands up to say they were wrong. Not when it really matters. (And not that it really matters, anyway).

                                                                                        How refreshing it would be, though, if there was a reason for every action, and a sense of reason behind every word spoken.

 

                       Where's my reason for all of this?

 

Don't choke on your words, now.

Take a deep breath (1......2......3......)

And speak freely

Can You Hear Me?

Alright, so I'm a Muslim, but religion is a wholly separate matter from spirituality. WHOLLY separate. Holy - separate? Hehehe.

I believe in God.

Did I stutter?

Do I need to elaborate?

I believe in God.

There's no question mark there......not to say that questioning faith wasn't the thing that led me to belief in the first place.

So, question things, learn and be taught, ask away!

But then let go of the ifs and buts and maybes - acknowledge and embrace the knowledge of a higher being; don't be so self-important and cynical...they're ugly traits in a person. Question things to the point where there's nothing left to question and then accept things for what they are (congratulations! You've made it several steps ahead of blind faith and empty belief).

Why, then, do we still argue?

Your arguments are weak, human! Let go of your science and logical paradoxes and transcend, TRANSCEND!

Don't try to file everything away, we're talking about SPIRITUALITY here (let's not get into religion, I've a whole other bunch of theories on that).

Where does your precious logic come in when it comes to matters of the other realm? Of the divine?

I don't believe in blind faith, either, and I've had my doubts about God (haven't we all? It's a part of that quest to a higher understanding), but no longer...

Don't forget to seek truth in everything, and don't tie yourself down to these simplistic theories: Argue both sides and see where it takes you (never forget to see from all perspectives).

And then breathe. You've found all the answers you'll need.

Musing on Muses (It's Amusing!)

My muse? It stems from a completely selfish place! A need for self-preservation (specifically, a need to stay sane to survive!).
See, unfortunately most of my writing starts with a blunt emotional kind of pain (a lump in my throat, a ten ton anvil on my chest, a pounding thick feeling in my head) - nothing cures that better than a well-written piece of poetry (a well-placed word in a well-formed sentence) - and all else falls into place!
In sum: experience; it all boils down to experiences.

Say Goodbye

Looking out my window for days

Black out for days

I'm in a daze

 

Knowing there's not much of me left

Not much is left

So little depth

 

Cursing what I think of myself

I'm by myself

No one to help

 

Wave and say goodbye to me now

Goodbye for now

I take my bow

Consolement (in Reverse)

I can handle myself just fine

I always have

But thanks for your dishonest sympathy

Or whatever it is, I guess

 

I've been through this time after time

& time and a half

So thanks for your empty empathy

Half-hearted, at best

 

This feeling has always been mine

& so I laugh

Laugh off your unintended hypocrisy

But I don't mean to jest

 

& don't worry - I don't intend to judge you

Or think any less

 

& don't worry - this feeling will be gone soon

But thanks, I guess...

Succubus (The Beginning)

Succubus, so evil in their eyes

No doubt a woman, forlorn

What did he do, love,

That left you oh so torn?

 

Convenient scapegoat

I'm sorry for what they say

They've come to despise you

Blame away, blame away

 

Woman: a villain, historically

A seductress, a tease

I laugh hysterically

Is that what succubus is?

 

Woman: created of man

To better what he was not

Woman, who will better you

For what you have not?

 

Flawed by nature, human

So she's taken it ten steps further

Became that man-trap of desire

So no one now may hurt her

 

Human, no longer; a demon incarnate

Complete with hatred, fangs and horns

Hold back those tears, Succubus

And transform, transform